catchall; sheila

[toyska]

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weekend 0, saturday

[toyska]

[mfw I realized her journal name is "toesies" I hate this

BUT ANYWAY let's say they're in the rec room! Childe is in here investigating because he doesn't recognize like 90% of the shit in here. Please teach him, Sheila. For now, he's standing in front of the entertainment cabinet with his arms crossed, tilting his head. It's not so much that he's fascinated by the KFC porno or whatever it is, he just hasn't seen a TV before... but he'll glance over when he notices Sheila, smiling a little!]

Oh, hello there. I don't believe we've spoken yet.

[toesies]

Oh! Hello.

[Smiling at him! And momentarily glancing at the KFC porno before she decides she Does Not Perceive.]

No, we haven't. But now we are, so that's one less icebreaker to think about. What's up?

[toyska]

[That is a fair fuckin mood. When will someone break the TV so they can truly Not Perceive.

He gestures towards the cabinet!]

I was just a little curious about all of these things. Are you familiar with them?

[toesies]

[The when can be now if they are not cowards. Be the change you want to see in the world.]

Hmm, well. With most of them. [Giving the cabinet a look over, before she points at the consoles and shit.] Don't ask me about the video games, though. That's not my thing.

monday, week one.

[toesies]

[The tea room is? Very nice? And she is into it? She is also unfortunately walking around in her socks with her high heeled boots in one of her hands, but that's fine. She can still wave hello to Childe with her other hand, before she gestures at the room at large.]

Pretty damn cute, right?

[toyska]

[Childe is exploring as well! New rooms, new rooms. Simulation room is still his favorite, but he's not against a good cup of tea sometimes, so.]

Oh, Sheila, hello. [...Ah. He blinks at her boots. Yes, the tea room is nice, but--] Are your feet alright?

[toesies]

[She looks down at her feet, visibly surprised like she forgot she was walking around in her socks. And then she wiggles most of her toes, shrugging.]

Oh, yeah. It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

tuesday, week two.

[toesies]

[WELCOME TO THE BIOME... With memshare happening, it's probably not surprising that Sheila spots Childe — and immediately looks in another direction to avoid eye contact. It's social distancing time.]

Childe, hi...

[SO AWKWARD.]

[toyska]

[HAHA... yeah... not surprising at all. With that reaction, Childe stops, too, though he still lifts a hand to wave politely.]

Ah-- Sheila, hello. I can leave, if you'd rather. [Given that clearly NOBODY HERE is having a fun time with memshare week. Wow. We truly are a bunch of shady bitches.]

[toesies]

No... It's okay. With our lucks, our brains will decide to vomit all over each other the moment you try to leave.

[WHY ARE THEY ALL SHADY BITCHES... THIS IS THE WORST.]

tuesday, week four.

[toesies]

[The Exorcist II, Death Becomes Her, Big Time Christmas, and more... These binches are in the middle of a Fabio marathon in the Rec Room, having brought both drinks and snacks from the common room and kitchen respectively. As the credits scroll on the TV, Sheila starts browsing through the the entertainment cabin, and—

She stops.]

Fabio was in Sharknado?

[... Is he credited in the cover? Well, he is now!]

[toyska]

[Okay well first of all Childe fucking loves movies, actually? They're not quite at the same level as live performances, which will always be his favorite, but truly, wow. Wow!!! There really isn't anything like a movie, and he is absolutely willing to just sit here and consume them. Sheila's gonna turn him into a couch potato.]

"Sharknado"?

[toesies]

Sharknado!

[She holds up the movie for him to see. Live your best life, Childe. Become a couch potato.]

You know, shark. Tornado. Sharks in a tornado! They got six movies out of it.

week 5, friday

[toyska]

[HELLO SHEILA welcome to the void... Childe's got his arms crossed as he walks, and he looks very tired. He greets her with a nod, but his usual smile is absent.]

Another week like this.

[toesies]

[That's a mood. She sighs as she nods, weary.]

Yup... Another week, another asshole.

[toyska]

How much more of this do you think we have?

[Yuel said "seven floors", but he has no idea if that will actually change anything.]

saturday, week five.

[toesies]

[... Well. Everything sure did happen a lot.

Upon entering simulations and approaching the gay baby jail, the first words out of Sheila's mouth will be:]

Fabio would be so disappointed in you.

[She sounds so weary.]

[toyska]

[STOP I'M LOSING IT

He looks amused, though, because he is awful.]

Well, I didn't exactly have any sharks in tornadoes to fight off for him. Believe me, I would've chosen that in a heartbeat.

[toesies]

[That's fine. Sheila apparently doesn't mind this shitty humor, because she just huffs.]

I think, the way this is going? Everyone would have preferred the sharks, too.

[Imagine if you could indulge by taking a chainsaw to a shark? Damn.]

So... Lenore?

thursday, week six.

[toesies]

[At some point on Thursday night, Sheila will drop by to visit Childe. She has a smoothie with her, idly sipping from it as she holds up a bag of chips to the jail cell. Hungry?]

So... Yesterday was fun.

[Was it.]

[toyska]

[Oh, thanks Sheila. He will take them through the little food slot, though he sets them aside for now with a soft laugh. Thankfully, that needy craving for approval is gone; it's just amusement, but also exasperation.]

Even my little brother knows better than to eat mysterious food.

[toesies]

[And thank god for that. There's something complicated bubbling in the background of Sheila's emotions, but mostly... she just seems amused? And a bit exasperated over the subject.]

Even a baby knows better than to take food from a stranger! Like, come on! They're so lucky they didn't die off-schedule. [So extremely disappointed. She huffs, taking one, loud sip from her smoothie.] ... Though, speaking of, how are we feeling? It's Thursday again.

thursday, week seven.

[toesies]

[Kitchen time! She just smiles at him when she spots him.]

May I interest you in a croissant?

[toyska]

[The hilarious part about this is

He doesn't actually know about the croissant thing

So he just looks a little confused, and then laughs, hair moving around his face.]

That depends, can I get my own?

[please don't poison him he's just gonna come back yet again probably]

[toesies]

[That just makes it funnier. She snorts.]

Totes! Don't worry, I haven't gained any secret poison powers since our last chat.