PCS WITH SIFFRIN

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WEEK 0 DAY 1

[robopriest]

[Do do do. A wonderful beautiful day in creepy townville and-]

[There's a person conked out on a couch.]

[Huh.]





Are you dead?

[siriuspuns]

[ they might as well be?? Siffrin is laying down on one of the couches, the good eye twitching as it struggles to remain open in the face of the exhaustion in their bones.

but when Hansa speaks up, they jolt awake, gasping as they prepare to run if necessary. ]

Hello!?

[robopriest]

Ah! So the good person isn't dead at all. Huzzah.

[Really, though.]

...You look like you've seen better days. Are you sick?

w0 post trial

[siriuspuns]

[ in some nebulous part of the area, Siffrin is totally not carrying alcohol under their cloak and they're definitely not trying to hide in the library to drink.

(Oh look, there's Hansa coming towards you! Smile, Siffrin!) ]

Hi, Hansa!

[robopriest]

Hi, Siffrin!

[Smiles! All smiles! He's coming closer! Hey friend!]

At least tell me to join in if you're going to drown your sorrows!

[siriuspuns]

Huh-?!

[ sorrows? haha no sorrows here! they're hiding the bottle behind them!?

but also they take a step back? ]

I'm totally fine? I mean... we found the killer, right? Why would I be upset?

WEEK 1 POST ANNOUNCEMENT

[robopriest]

[He really doesn't know what to do after another announcement like this, so Hansa wanders.]

[There's a familiar spot of white near the central area, and so, Hansa approaches.]

Catch!

[He's tossing a candy piece their way.]

[siriuspuns]

[ Siffrin turns swiftly, ready to catch the candy that is definitely coming towards their hand and-- ]

Gah-!

[ Flies right next to his hand and smacks them in the forehead. ]

[robopriest]

Oh, no.

[OH GEEZ]

Siff? You okay?

WEEK 1 POST TRIAL

[robopriest]

[He looks for them. Looks in the corners. The nooks and crannies. He looks, because he worries.]

[And when he finds them, tucked in the back of the library, Hansa simply asks:]

Siffrin. What do you need right now?

[siriuspuns]

[ Hansa.

Hansa, Hansa, Hansa. Probably one of the last people that Siffrin wanted to see after all of that. They can't look at the man in the eye, because of the shame that threatens to consume them whole. ]

I don't need anything. Leave me alone.

[robopriest]

Okay.

[Sure thing. He is a guy who obviously always follows whatever he's told.]

[He moves to sit and lean against the shelf close to him.]

I'll just wait here until you think of something else, then.

WEEK 2 POST BODY ANNOUNCEMENT

[robopriest]

[Someone is already in the chapel - Hansa is here sort of generally wandering near the stained glass windows, glancing over as a familiar person wanders in.]

Siffrin.

[Hello, there.]

Need some time to yourself? I can leave.

[siriuspuns]

…

[ The pain is indescribable.

At this point, Siffrin’s not sure if it’s the pain of not opening up, or the pain of losing Amaya, or the simple hopelessness of losing someone for the third week in a row.

(At least in the loops things weren’t permanent. Things would always go back to what they were.)

Siffrin doesn’t answer the question. Instead, they walk slowly towards one of the broken pews, and sit down on it. ]

[robopriest]

...

[Well, he isn't being told to leave.]

[Hansa will circle back around quietly, and sit on the part of the pew next to Siffrin.]

[He won't say anything, yet. He simply clasps his hands in his lap, mumuring prayer under his breath.]

wk2 post execution*

[siriuspuns]

[ Well, Siffrin was going to the Sitting Room to work on his stuff but... ]

Oh, Hansa. [ The man had looked upset earlier... what to say... ] Getting coffee?

[ Nailed it. ]

[robopriest]

Indeed I am.

[Holding up his cup of coffee....cheers.]

Want some? Or tea?

wk 3 post trial

[siriuspuns]

[ Siffrin is walking towards the Well when they see that it’s already occupied by someone. ]

Trying to contact someone?

[robopriest]

Hey there.

[But he's not bending over it, just sitting against it. Exhausted, thoughtful.]

I don't know. Never did try before. Feels weird to try now. Are you?

wk 4 post cyoa return

[siriuspuns]

[ The loss of touch is something that is painfully familiar to Siffrin.

He wanders the area like a ghost, neither alive or dead. He can’t feel the steps he takes or even the weight of his own clothes.

They can feel the crushing guilt in their chest, though, and the nearly choking feeling is like an alien sensation that they can’t figure out if they like or not. Pain is bad, but pain is proof that they’re alive, and that… is… good. Probably.

They haunt the area around the chapel entrance like a ghost, unable to gather the guts to walk up to Hansa, but unwilling to leave either. Selfish as ever, Siffrin would rather trap the man and haunt him rather than be emotionally vulnerable with him. Classic, really.

Too bad the Universe loves Its comedy at the expense of Siffrin’s pride. Unaware of what he’s touching and with his one good eye looking down, Siffrin





walks straight into the door frame of the Chapel with a loud thud. ]

[robopriest]

....?

[At least he has his sense of hearing. Loss of taste, he can live without.]

[Hansa listlessly raises his head at the sound. Maybe he should just leave it be. Nobody will come for him. He should just lay here and die. Useless. Worthless.]

[He will call out hesitantly, though.]

...Hello?

WEEK 4 POST CRASHOUT

[robopriest]

[The waves lap up quietly on the shore. There's no chaos here. No fighting.]

[It reminds him of the mountains, so long ago. Even after all that suffering, there was just him and the night sky.]

[It's raining, so he's found a blanket for both him and Siffrin, letting their head lay on his lap as he leans over them, covering them as best as he can.]

[He won't say anything for a while. He'll just wait until they wake up.]

[siriuspuns]

[ Many years ago, a teenager washed up on the shores of Vaugarde. They were nameless and couldn't name their home, their parents, friends, or even capable of speaking their own language without feeling like their throat was being ripped apart.

This was not an isolated incident. Soon, everyone found out about the situation: In the blink of an eye, an entire country was forgotten. Its customs, language, and people, were all erased from the minds of everyone as if it had never existed.

But life goes on, and so must the child. They gave themselves a new name, a new birthday, and learned the language of the people around them. Without any roots holding them to any place, they traveled around the world, seeing and learning about its cultures. But nothing could fill the emptiness left in Siffrin's mind and heart. No matter how much he absorbed, it would never be enough.

(You don't remember this story. The Universe has made sure of that.)

Siffrin's eye opens slowly, the sounds of the waves and the patter of rain against the blanket filling his ears.

They don't say anything. He thinks he has said more than enough for a lifetime. ]

WEEK 5 GAME END

[robopriest]

[So here they are. The end is here, maybe here, about to be here.]

[Hansa approaches Siffrin, wherever they are, and digs in his pocket.]

[He pulls out a piece of Halloween candy.]

For you.

[siriuspuns]

[ With one hand Siffrin




catches the candy! And pops it in his mouth. Stars, he's hungry.

They'll turn around on their heel and pluck a flower from the central area, and offer it to Hansa. ]

For you.