[ beau is anya's favorite ]

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week 0, ssssssaturday??

[constellates]

[THEY SURE HAVE BEEN AROUND FOR A WHILE - Anya's at least changed into another set of clothes though, even if they're still fancy. She's apparently huddled herself into the library, having pulled a book out to read.....

Though even as she does, she's managing

the world's heaviest sighs.

it's not an expression she wears in any place that has a lot of people though - something that she's only permitting herself when she thinks no one else is around]

[disreguarded]

[ Beau has now abandoned her jacket for just the sleeveless dress shirt and pants, by now. It looks like she probably slept in these clothes, too. And - she can hear those heavy, heavy sighs coming from the library as she passes by.

Beau pushes her hair out of her face and pokes her head around a bookshelf to try and catch sight of Anya. ]

Hey, girlie. [ She calls, lifting her eyebrows. ] You doing good over there?

[constellates]

[oh!!

anya will straighten up then and - it's honestly like 95% genuine how her expression brightens up when she sees beau! of course it does! anya adores beau!!!]

Да! Anya is good.

[NOT QUITE BUT,]

How are you?

[disreguarded]

[ It makes Beau smile, anyway, a little fond thing. She scoots into the room, and heads over to just - flop down next to Anya, wherever she's sitting. ]

Fine. I'm doing good. Kicking ass and taking names, all that. [ She nudges Anya gently. ] You sure you're good? I can hear you sighing across the mansion.

week one, monday

[disreguarded]

[ beau means to go find anya at some point, but after everything, she honestly just needs sleep. that means she misses both breakfast and lunch, because she snores her way through them.

if anya doesn't come looking for her, beau will soon, but otherwise - catch her deadass asleep on the floor of her room. ]

[constellates]

[anya is absolutely coming to look for her - and she will do so with a tray of food!!!! it looks like hot soba's on the menu today. it smells delicious. she's knocking on the door to beau's room though, a bit worried, and she'll try to open the door if it's unlocked......]

Beau? You are here...?

[disreguarded]

[ the door is unlocked! beau groggily squints in the direction of the door when it opens, ready to murder if she has to. fortunately she does not have to?? ]

Oh - shit, hey Anya. [ she waves a bit from where she's flopped. ] You're up early.

[ it's like one pm ]

week one, friday

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[anya is - lingering by the kitchen today, her arms wrapped around herself loosely - it's not like she's to the point of panic and trying to hold herself together, but there's a distinct tenseness in her shoulders.

but that's what happens on friday.]

... should I go in...?

[she seems to be at an odds - only lingering outside the kitchen, which looks perfectly fine!

to everyone else]

[disreguarded]

[ oh no, anya. beau frowns, and scoots close, very carefully resting a hand on her shoulder. ]

Hey. What's up? Are you okay? [ what's in the kitchen beau will beat it up ]

[constellates]

[well it looks like beau is going to be beating up a




PERFECTLY CLEAN KITCHEN if she looks inside]

I am... sad but okay. [anya will place a hand over beau's hand briefly before letting go] But - the kitchen is.... Беспорядочный. Big mess.

week one, post trial

[disreguarded]

[ beau wants to find anya to make sure her fingers are okay... where she at.

don't mind beau's red-rimmed eyes and grinding teeth she's FINE. IT'S FINE. everything is fine. ]

[constellates]

[she doesn't SEEM fine

but anya is actually going to be coming out of her room right at this moment, her notepad and some writing utensils tucked under her arm but

she looks a little surprised and scared to see beau. but the WORRY overtakes everything else]

Beau...?

[she gently shuts the door with her good hand - the other is bandaged held close to her, like she's trying to hide it]

[disreguarded]

Hey. [ Her voice is hoarse, and she clears it, stubbornly. ] Hey. There you are. Your fingers. Are you okay? Did you get bandaged?

[ she saw what happened. and this is easier to do. ]

week 2, thursday

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[anya's in the gun room!






she has a shotgun strapped to her back so like. she seems to be trying to check other models, opening up the barrels for

yeah, bullets. the girl is looking for bullets. i'm sure it's fine.

- along with the weird feeling in beau's right hand, a constant pain where her knuckles meet her pinky and her index finger. there is probably nothing wrong.]

[disreguarded]

[ we're gonna assume beau is able to walk, though she does hobble a bit.

she's walking to the laundry room when she sees the gun room is occupied, and - well, she feels the pain in her hand with a frown. she pokes her head in. ]

... Anya? What are you doing?

[constellates]

[she glances over and - immediately!! frowns!!]

Beau! Why not resting!

[IMMEDIATELY DISTRACTED]

w2, post trial

[disreguarded]

[ beau's probably in the gym! she is beating the shit out of a punching bag. and crying, but don't look at her, she's probably fine. she's actually got her jacket on for once, too, which means things are really bad. ]

[constellates]

[things are

quite bad



but anya will eventually go to look for her - not immediately after trial and not for a while after, but eventually. she will stop at the doorway of the gym and then frown]

... Beau.

Едят? Eaten?

[disreguarded]

[ she keeps on punching, harder this time, enough to hurt. ]

No. I'm not hungry.

week 3, tuesday

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[WHEREVER BEAU IS - anya is going to find her. she's got a plate of bacon, eggs, rice, toast, she just made her a goddamn spread. before she enters the room though, she announces herself:]

Beau! Anya is here.

[she doesn't want to slam into a barrier with all this food??]

[disreguarded]

[ she's in the salon! she loves this place, it's great. when she hears anya's voice, she grins and looks over her shoulder. ]

Hey! Come in. [ just in case. ] Man, are you gonna bring food every time you see me? You don't have to bribe me, I already like you.

[ someone's in a good mood. ]

[constellates]

[she appreciates the invitation and will just laugh a little bit as she comes in - ]

I already like you too. Предосторожность. But it is good to make sure you eat, because I do not know if you always do.

[she smiles a bit extra though]

You seem happy today?

w6, monday

[disreguarded]

[ wow it has been FOREVER.

but - at some point, beau comes to find anya, wandering around. when she finds her, she waves cheerfully. she's in a surprisingly good mood for it being like, the last week before possible bad end. ]

Hey - иди со мной. [ guess who has been practicing still? her pronunciation is probably off because she used a book to teach herself, but still. ]

[constellates]

[IT HAS BEEN A SECOND

but anya is just going to bE SO DELIGHTED AT THAT]

Да! Where are we going?

[disreguarded]

[ she grins, similarly delighted!! ]

To the kitchen. I made these heart shaped cookies I want you to try. See if they're any good.