Audience: Dimitri

[gatonina]

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WEEK ZERO, SATURDAY

[gatonina]

[after feeding the purple bunny, it almost casually begins to hop its way down the hall and toward the door marked 3C 💜. the door opens for it, and inside is a standard camp director's office. the bunny hops it way across the floor and toward the desk, running up a makeshift ramp to the desktop to stop near purple heart's elbow. they remain seated at their desk, but they lift their non-bandaged hand in greeting.]

Dimitri. Welcome...please have a seat.

[overruns]

Purple Heart.

[ his eyes go to the bandaged hand anyway, lingering there for a moment before he nods and sits.

he'd been angry—furious, really—the day before, as though shouting at the door would bring the directors out. but there doesn't seem like a point in directing the anger at them, not anymore. it's still there though, simmering in his eyes. he doesn't waste time on niceties today. ]

Have you and the others lost control of the campgrounds? [ those voices... ]

[gatonina]

[they don't seem to mind that he's getting to the point.]

Provide me with your theory to why you may think so.

[overruns]

The voices we heard yesterday—I could not distinguish them. Between that and the reactions of the other campers, they were clearly not your own. Additionally, your injury, as well as Flayn's... [ his eyes narrow slightly ] Whoever or whatever hurt you both must have powers that extend beyond your own.

To go along with this theory, I would ask if you adjusted our rulebooks.

[gatonina]

...the residuals that have slipped in with you may be far bigger than we anticipated, I'm afraid.

WEEK ONE, THURSDAY

[gatonina]

[after feeding the purple bunny, it zips down the hall and toward the door marked 3C 💜. the door opens for it, and the bunny hops it way across the floor and toward the desk, running up a makeshift ramp to the desktop to stop in front of purple heart. they seem to be staring straight at the door though, as if they expected dimitri's presence.]

Are you alright?

[overruns]

Fine.

[ He is fine, physically. He seems tense though, expression stormy when he shuts the door behind him. ]

Have you heard about where we were already?

[gatonina]

Giyuu came by earlier and mentioned you had a list you were creating. [so yes.]

[overruns]

[ He considers something for a moment before nodding, taking a seat. ]

I do not know how much he told you, but we found a strange cabin out in the forest fog. I was hoping you might know who was living there.

[ amongst other things, but that is chief among them. ]

You set the cabins up for our arrival, but that one seemed... different.

[gatonina]

Most likely because it was. All of our cabins are in the same location. [...hm.] Are you sure someone was living there at all?

W2, THURSDAY

[gatonina]

[after feeding the purple bunny, it dashes out the door and leads dimitri to the mess hall. the door opens for them, and as the rabbit hops inside dimitri will find purple heart exiting the kitchen with what appears to be a plate of toast and a mug of coffee in their hand.]

Oh, Dimitri. Did you need something? We can return to my office if you'd like unless you want to join me for breakfast. [so they have time, at least.]

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[ gently collects heart threads... dimitri bows his head politely in greeting. it's early enough that there's not exactly an audience in the mess hall, this is fine. ]

Good morning, Purple Heart.

[ rather than taking any of the spicee breakfast options, dimitri just leans down and—very, very carefully, handling it about as delicately as glass—picks up the little rabbit to follow along. ]

Don't let me interrupt your meal. I only had a small favor to ask.

[gatonina]

[the bunny doesn't seem to mind being picked up? actually, it settles very comfortably in dimitri's hands so apparently he gets a pass. as such, purple heart nods and gestures for dimitri to follow them to a table. it's definitely too early for most people but that's okay.]

I'll see what I can do at least. What sort of favor is it?

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[ he's Not Incredible with small creatures like this, a little stiffer than anyone should be, but he's been getting better. he pats it a little awkwardly after they sit. ]

...I was wondering if you could show me a trick. Your finest deft of hand.

[ for science. ]

There's something I'd like to test.

[gatonina]

[for a moment heart pauses, but then there's a light laugh as if they seem to have realized where this is going.]

Of course. Let's try something simple. Do you have anything in your pockets at the moment?

W3, WEDNESDAY

[gatonina]

[not long after dimitri feeds the purple bunny, it bounds its way out of the office and leads him toward the mess hall where purple heart seems to be fetching themselves a cup of coffee. it's early? this is very early, dimitri, and they look sort of surprised to see him suddenly.]

Good morning. What's going on?

[overruns]

[ he's a ridiculously early riser, or maybe he doesn't sleep? either way, this is starting to be tradition. he ducks his head politely in greeting. ]

Good morning, Purple Heart. [ he holds up a folded note between his fingers ] ...I was wondering if I could ask you about this.

[gatonina]

Oh? [give them a moment before they pluck the paper from dimitri's fingers to read it themselves.] Where did you come across this?

[overruns]

...I found it in my pocket just recently. You didn't send it?

[gatonina]

Nope. [hm.] But the contents are interesting, aren't they?

W5, WEDNESDAY

[gatonina]

[after feeding the purple bunny, it zips down the hall and toward the door marked 3C. the door opens for it, and dimitri and as the bunny hops it way across the floor and toward the desk, dimitri will find purple heart seated at their desk and seemingly expecting him.]

Good afternoon, Dimitri.

[overruns]

[ hi, ph. he gets a typical, small bow. ]

Good afternoon, Purple Heart.

[ will he know what this is about already? dimitri takes a seat, pensive. ]

I had a visitor today that I was hoping to speak to you about.

[gatonina]

Ah? Well...I'm all ears. What would you like to speak about? [they more than likely know but they don't know what was said, at least.]

[overruns]

...Giyuu visited me, briefly. He had asked me about these— [ see: scrunchie! ] amongst other things. But he seemed curious about the ears changing colors... I was hoping to collect results and send them to him, but I did not want to endanger anyone in the process.

[ the directors seem to have a better pulse on what they can talk about and what they can't, so he'll ask. ]

[gatonina]

...they're getting smarter about ways to communicate with you all. [they seem pleased with that.] I don't think it's a bad thing to ask everyone on this side, really. It might be beneficial to the others to know what's going on and open a discussion. Was Giyuu able to say why he was curious about the ears?