GRAVEYARD

The other side...?
Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.
There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.
As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.
Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.

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[ Do you want to play twenty questions with him. Also there's a beauty supply store here. Don't give him any idea. Also maybe not as ticklish as some people, but he's definitely surprised by the feathers. He has a lot of
cleavagechest out and his arms. Stifling a laugh as he leans away. ]Hey hey. You should save that for Dabi. [ A beat ] Is he even ticklish?
[ Now that's a thing to ponder for a moment and never ponder again after this convo. ]
You know, he sounds just as fond as you, yo.
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Thinking of that day... the two feathers make one more circle of Nine before setting, not in Hawks’ wings, but resting against his face. Feather mustache, Nine?]
No comment on that, sadly. [That was said teasingly to the tickling comment, but as the feathers move back to his wings, he calms slightly] I don’t think either of us had much to relate to back home, so realizing the other could is a good reason to be fond.
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[ He starts already thinking of a beard, which gets him laughing even harder.
Though the topic of relating brings him back to what they heard at the trial. ]
I heard most of what you said at the trial, yo.
feel free to ignore if you don't want month long backtags. life has been inconvenient
Hawks gives a bit of a pained grin and ducks to hide his mouth slightly behind his collar.] Yeah, I'm reckoning a lot of people heard that. Kinda the point, at the time.
[He wasn't going to let Dabi go alone, or someone else go under the bus for him. If he was overly dramatic to get their attention, well, he was generally pretty well known for that.]
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Though the look he sees on Hawks face that gets hidden fairly quickly. It honestly softens some of the edge he's feeling there in the background. ]
I do admire you for sticking with him. That's pretty badass, yo.
[ There's an unsaid but there. Just pausing a moment as he rubs the back of his head. ]
If it was just me, I wouldn't have given a shit. I mean, I get it. I get what's it like to be used.
[ There's a heavy kind of pause there. ]
But you hurt him.
[ And that's where the issue lies. He hurt the person who he cares about. Also did he ever say how much he misses when things were a whole hell lot easier. ]