[ It isn't unusual for Five to disappear. Usually he was still keeping track of everyone he deemed important, even when he was holed up in a room doing math, but there's a difference for anyone who pays attention. He doesn't see a point in keeping up the charade. His obsessive planning for their eventual trip home was completely derailed when he found out what it leads to. He has to start over, with an even more impossible task, and he's decided he deserves time to grieve. If not for his ruined plans, for the brother that dear old dad apparently murders right after finding him again.
He isn't totally aware of how much time has passed since they left Serthica and checked in to some snowy inn, and he barely brings himself to care about the ghosts haunting its halls. Since talking to Allison, the only part of his new plan seems to be emptying any bottle of alcohol he can get his hands on. Anyone who sees him only has a few seconds to intervene before he blinks away to some quiet place where he can reflect on all the ways they're completely screwed.
Eventually he’ll get back to work, but for now sees no problem with his temporary solution. At least not until he loses his balance and winds up on the floor. He's vaguely aware of someone approaching who he registers as being a familiar... shape. It takes him a frustratingly long minute more to pick up on any other details. ]
Lila. [ He frowns and she gets to witness his real-time realization that he’s been sitting out in the hallway. She would find him here. He’d get up, but that might make it more obvious how he’s been spending his time. (Like he’s completely forgotten that there’s still a bottle in his hand.)
It occurs to him that he’s glad he isn’t her. He’d hate to be pregnant right now. ] Enjoying your stay?
[ In this whole world, there is one person who could track Five down and keep up with him as he blinked away. Yet, Lila decides to give him space to do whatever he needs to absorb this information. She's well aware how volatile he can be and while she's pretty sure that she now falls under the "family" Umbrella, figured it'd be best to let him get the worst of it out of his system first.
Besides, if he wanted to find her and bombard her with questions, they both know he could and would. There's no more veil of lies allowed from the person who wormed her way into the family. Her physical attacks would be more accepted than any lies she might spin to keep herself close.
Eventually Lila does find him in some empty hallway and there are two items in her hands as she looks down at the old man in a teenager's body. Her gaze taking in how he's curled around a bottle easily identified as alcohol even if the contents aren't entirely visible - if there's even any left. ]
Twerp. [ It doesn't hold the animosity she might have once held towards him. Sure, he is the one who pulled the trigger on her parents and why she ended up in the Handler's care. And at the same time, Five is why she ended up anywhere near Diego and the rest of the Hargreeves.
Definitely a hate-love relationship they have going on. So she leans against the opposite wall and slides down it to sit across from Five. Both items are put down, a large bottle of whiskey, and a thermos of something. ] Peachy. I see you've been taking advantage of our little vacation.
[ Lila nudges both the liquid containers towards him. ]
Let's play a game. [ She points to the thermos. ] Take a drink of some coffee, I'll tell you something nice that happened. [ Then to the alcohol. ] Have some of that, and I'll tell you something that deserves needing a drink.
[ There was a lot that happened, she doesn't know how much Allison told him about Kugelblitz week, but Lila does know that the woman has had the Apocalypse spins ever since finding out about Claire. She highly suspects the way it was delivered was filled with all of the emotions that Allison has been feeling. To be honest, Allison is the last person any of them should be hearing the future from. ]
[ Five expected her taunts upon discovering him, but he's drunk enough that he barely reacts when she sits across from him. At least not until he notices what she brought. Coffee and whiskey. How long has he been stumbling around for her to come up with a game? A terrible one that seems at least halfway for her own amusement. At the same time, Allison had said that she didn't know what happened when he went off with Lila. It only occurs to him then that there's more bad news that she's holding onto.
For a moment he just regards the empty bottle in his hand, like he's comparing it to her offer and weighing how much he can still hold before he passes out. He considers mixing the two but he isn't confident that won't end in him spilling hot coffee over himself. ]
A game. [ The bottle in his hand finally releases and he reaches for the thermos. Coffee will obviously help this situation. When he opens it, he sticks his nose up to it first and breathes in the familiar scent. For once he doesn't care if it is poisoned. It feels pleasantly warm in the cold hall. ] Alright, go ahead. Tell me what was nice about the world ending again.
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action > sometime in december after allison talks
He isn't totally aware of how much time has passed since they left Serthica and checked in to some snowy inn, and he barely brings himself to care about the ghosts haunting its halls. Since talking to Allison, the only part of his new plan seems to be emptying any bottle of alcohol he can get his hands on. Anyone who sees him only has a few seconds to intervene before he blinks away to some quiet place where he can reflect on all the ways they're completely screwed.
Eventually he’ll get back to work, but for now sees no problem with his temporary solution. At least not until he loses his balance and winds up on the floor. He's vaguely aware of someone approaching who he registers as being a familiar... shape. It takes him a frustratingly long minute more to pick up on any other details. ]
Lila. [ He frowns and she gets to witness his real-time realization that he’s been sitting out in the hallway. She would find him here. He’d get up, but that might make it more obvious how he’s been spending his time. (Like he’s completely forgotten that there’s still a bottle in his hand.)
It occurs to him that he’s glad he isn’t her. He’d hate to be pregnant right now. ] Enjoying your stay?
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Besides, if he wanted to find her and bombard her with questions, they both know he could and would. There's no more veil of lies allowed from the person who wormed her way into the family. Her physical attacks would be more accepted than any lies she might spin to keep herself close.
Eventually Lila does find him in some empty hallway and there are two items in her hands as she looks down at the old man in a teenager's body. Her gaze taking in how he's curled around a bottle easily identified as alcohol even if the contents aren't entirely visible - if there's even any left. ]
Twerp. [ It doesn't hold the animosity she might have once held towards him. Sure, he is the one who pulled the trigger on her parents and why she ended up in the Handler's care. And at the same time, Five is why she ended up anywhere near Diego and the rest of the Hargreeves.
Definitely a hate-love relationship they have going on. So she leans against the opposite wall and slides down it to sit across from Five. Both items are put down, a large bottle of whiskey, and a thermos of something. ] Peachy. I see you've been taking advantage of our little vacation.
[ Lila nudges both the liquid containers towards him. ]
Let's play a game. [ She points to the thermos. ] Take a drink of some coffee, I'll tell you something nice that happened. [ Then to the alcohol. ] Have some of that, and I'll tell you something that deserves needing a drink.
[ There was a lot that happened, she doesn't know how much Allison told him about Kugelblitz week, but Lila does know that the woman has had the Apocalypse spins ever since finding out about Claire. She highly suspects the way it was delivered was filled with all of the emotions that Allison has been feeling. To be honest, Allison is the last person any of them should be hearing the future from. ]
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For a moment he just regards the empty bottle in his hand, like he's comparing it to her offer and weighing how much he can still hold before he passes out. He considers mixing the two but he isn't confident that won't end in him spilling hot coffee over himself. ]
A game. [ The bottle in his hand finally releases and he reaches for the thermos. Coffee will obviously help this situation. When he opens it, he sticks his nose up to it first and breathes in the familiar scent. For once he doesn't care if it is poisoned. It feels pleasantly warm in the cold hall. ] Alright, go ahead. Tell me what was nice about the world ending again.