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[stonethrow]

Who: gustave et al
Where: panorama for the most part
When: arrival & month of june
What: tdm continuations & catch-all

Warnings: spoilers for clair obscur noted on subject lines

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sciel ✴︎ spoilers in this thread!

[stonethrow]

( x )

( while sciel seems to ponder and consider things, makes no comment whatsoever about his state of living (he's hardly been here a day), gustave tries to find comfort in what he considers his own; he sits on the edge of the best, for just enough of the light of the candle to cast over him—dramatic shadows against the topography of his face and brightness on the planes of his features.

his brow cinches for a touch at her words, hardly a change in his features caught by the little light they're in. inside, in his mind, gears turn, thoughts bounce back and forth, echoes of a night that ended in a strike of thunder and heavy rain for him.

in the end, he blows out a breath before he speaks again, )

That 'we' doesn't include me, does it?

( his voice is surprisingly calm, almost a touch indifferent—as if this is a conclusion he had drawn up for some time, prior to this conversation. there's no tightening of his expression, no trace of anger, no swathes of distress, just an odd calmness. )

maelle ✴︎ spoilers in this thread!

[stonethrow]

( x )

( it wouldn't be maelle if she didn't feel compelled to say something to rebuke his words; for all that she is and ever was, maelle's streak of rebellion never pushed too much past indifferent behavior and words that became sharper with every passing day. this is maelle being soft, being agreeable, and it hurts him to think the reasons why she is.

gustave squeezes her hand before letting it go, putting his hand to her back as he guides the way; he knows that she really never was someone who wanted her hand to be held.

he guides her to the room he's rented out, still pointing things out to her, as ways of her to 'recognize' the motel, to be careful about crossing the road, explanations and observations he would always offer her, though a lot more taciturn this time around. once they arrive at the room, gustave offers a clumsy, )

I'm going to ask for a second key, for you. I should have thought about it before, sorry.

( and in they are.

the light of the moon beams down through the window, and gustave helps guide maelle so that she doesn't bump into any of the sparse furniture. )

It's just the one bed. I don't mind sharing if you don't, but it's yours if you want it.

( he'll figure something else out. )

lottie ✴︎

[stonethrow]

( while this system of putting up notices asking people for help isn't new to gustave, the idea of doing this for people that he doesn't know is. lumière is a tight-knit community, for all that it is, and most everyone knows each other, if only because there are less of them with each passing yeara nd every life is precious.

still, this is a new world, and it requires pushing out of his comfort zone to learn the ropes and get to know others. there is strength in numbers, and value in community.

he is a little uncertain when he approaches the woman with the green hair, leaning against what he assumes is her car, seemingly having an awful time of the weather. he waves the paper he had taken from a bulletin, some hand-drawn, handwritten call for help with a measly reward, as a visual explanation for his approach as he speaks.

(what is 'exposure' supposed to be?) )

Excuse me, ( the lilt of his voice is french in nature, soft and gentle, a little hesitant, especially in not wanting to intrude in someone else's time and space. ) are you Lottie? You have a problem with your car?

( he is taking a gander here, but it seems right. )

Do you still need help, miss?