Well I've already told you everything, might as well tell you this.
( with the embrace coming to an end, she pulled away to pick up the rest of the stuff— including mr. cheese and his stuff— before she stepped out and juggled the keys to her place in her hands. with the door locked up, she followed gorgug towards the van and began to pack away her things with ease.
when they were finally packed up and settled in the car, she sat back with a bit of a wistful expression on her face. the setting was quite familiar to her— she was being driven by the detective hired by claudia to find her to silent hill, while she told him about her past. only this time it was a friend instead of a stranger. )
[ The van has more decorations going on than Doulgas's ride did. Even in the back while they packed, a vibrant cloth hung between the driver's section and the back side, and stickers of different variations were plastered here and there on the walls. In the front, scents hang from a hook where a rear view mirror would be in a car, beads and random knick-knack. There's a sticker slapped onto the corner of the window that reads 'APPLEBEES 4 PREZ', and somewhere on the console on the driver's side is a sapphire-looking gem where the speed metres sit. ]
Okay. It's Fabian's-- did I tell you it's Fabian's? It's kinda got a lot of gardens around it since his family's rich...
[ Gorgug's starting up the van though as he speaks. There's no rumbling of a gas engine, but there's some soft vibrations as the stone in the console starts to glow, and Gorgug starts turning the van around to get back onto the road made after the vehicle-making mission.
Without Gorgug touching anything (and even a little delayed from him starting up the van), chill, lo-fi beach tunes start playing from the van's radio. Gorgug makes a small face, but only briefly. Uhhh, hopefully Heather's into it... ]
( despite the somber mood she felt and seemed to follow her, she couldn't help but break from that briefly to admire the van itself. every little detail was engraved into her mind from the hanging beads to the random knick-knacks, the silly stickers and most of all the gem.
now that was certainly strange but far be it from her to comment on it. given gorgug and riz's appearance well....it seemed par for the course. )
Fabian? Oh you mean Maximum Legend? He's from your world too?
( she kind of assumed with riz, but for now she put on her seatbelt and sat as they began to drive off, listening to the tunes. they were cool, and she tried to consider herself open to things but it didn't quite lend itself to talking about her relationship to claudia.
still she'll get there. )
You guys have really built a home for yourself here haven't you?
[ Gorgug gives a 'Yeah' and a nod, confirming Fabian's relationship to himself. But as for the point about a home- ]
I guess so? I wouldn't really call it a home-- [ Hmm ] It's about as much of a home as a place can be here. Fabian just likes to live... comfortably.
[ Truly, he's a rich kid through and through. It's nice and spacious, and there's enough familiarity to the boat mansion that Gorgug can appreciate, but it still has a degree of staying over your friend's place to it, for Gorgug.
Should it even be that familiar? Aurora did say, apparently, they were the real deal when you asked for something from home, and not just a copy. So it's the real Hangman boat.
...It doesn't make it less odd to think about, to have a piece of Spyre like that in Etraya. ]
Yeah he seems like a boastful kind of guy but he's a good person. Every time I've run into him, he seems to be eager to comfort me.
( there's just the tiniest of smiles on her face as she said that, her hands resting down onto her lap. when she thought about it, everyone here had been incredibly kind and comforting, offering her support and eager to have her support in turn. it was really nice—
which led her to her next point. )
So about Claudia I....I actually grew up with her back in the day, back when I was Alessa. We were both...mistreated by our parents and she cried a lot, I remember comforting her. I guess that makes me weak in a way, not wanting to kill her because every time I look at her face...
[ Somewhere around where Heather finishes and the last of her words, the volume on the radio seems to turn itself down, slowly but eventually; still the same tunes playing in the background, but far more in the background. ]
I don't think not wanting to kill someone makes you weak, [ Gorgug-- reassures, or so is his honest opinion on it. ] If you have that kind of history with her... I guess, it's hard, if you liked her once? A lot of people don't kill people.
[ And some people happily murder their own parents. Gorgug isn't sure where he would lean in Heather's position. Would he go after a childhood friend (separated by a resurrection)? But he doesn't give the what if any real thought--the complication isn't as easy an answer as it was before. ]
But the way you were talking about it, you sounded more angry that she couldn't understand what she did wrong. [ He pauses. ] I've been around a lot of...different reasons for murdering people. It stuck out.
( as they rode along in the car, bumps and the sounds of the road under them filling her ears in between his words, she held her gaze down onto her lap as she contemplated what he was saying. although he had seemed eager at first to encourage her to get her revenge, it seemed they finally reached a point of mutual understanding.
she had people here now who looked up to her, who wanted good things for her and while she was still feeling that strong taste of revenge on her tongue—
heather knew deep down the fallout wouldn't be worth it. she didn't want to be a bad influence on younger friends like laura or disappoint people like henry who said she had saved him. with a soft sigh she nodded. )
I think that's my biggest issue, she just doesn't understand why it hurt me to kill my father. The first man who was kind and protective to me....who took care of me and loved me when he didn't have to. He wasn't my real father and yet he sacrificed himself for me. She doesn't understand why it hurts to have lost him....
Some people are just too far gone to really be reasoned with in a way that won't drive you crazy too.
[ Can this person be reasoned with? Not by Heather, Gorgug thinks--not without it fucking with Heather in the process. She might go along with murder at this point if she had to, and Gorgug himself isn't the sort of spirit who would be keen to explain to a person why murdering someone's dad is wrong.
Who knows what'll happen with them. But if Heather's lucky, she'll be able to keep a wide berth from them. ]
Does she say he isn't your real dad too? That shit sucks.
( there was a time where heather didn't hesitate to outright call her a bitch to her face and frankly she was tempted to do so now. however maybe it was the music, maybe it was finally being understood or maybe it was just how kind gorgug was being to her but heather couldn't bring herself to be that angry at the moment.
she simply shook her head and lifted her gaze out the window, seeing her new home slowly start to come up in the distance. )
She says a lot of stupid things about him, mainly that he's somehow evil for taking me away from the cult. It's ridiculous but you're right, there's no reasoning with her at the moment it seems. I should just put this out of my mind and focus on myself you know?
[ The upper shape of the ship-manor might be seen, though there's a large fence that goes around that and some other buildings, one including the dome of Gorgug's workshop for quite a bit of space. It's a fenced in space--a very, very fenced in space. ]
Well, from everything I've heard about your dad, he sounds like your real dad to me, even if he's not your birth dad. I didn't get killed in a cult and come back again, but I know what it's like, being adopted. And that guy's your dad.
[ Because there's never been any doubt from all of the times Heather has spoken about the man: that's her dad. The man she loves to bits, and anyone who would describe him as not her real dad--even if Heather says it herself--has to be wrong.
And at a time like this, with so much negativity surrounding this other girl and with her connection to Heather's dad's death, maybe some positivity on that relationship might help. A Gorgug in Harry Mason's corner.
( they were certainly kind words from gorgug, and as they continued forth towards the ship-manor, she couldn't help but blush slightly at how warm she was starting to feel. her anger was gently being swept away and she was reminded of what really mattered—
loving and remembering her father properly even in dark times like these. with a soft smile, she turned to look at gorgug lightly before she thought about something. )
You're right, and I should honor his memory properly. I actually just got a photo of him from Aurora and I want to do an altar for him. Is it alright if I do that at your place? Gonna probably invite Rosie and Harold as they're interested in putting an item or two for him.
[ An altar? Gorgug thinks for maybe a millisecond what that would even look like, but- ]
Yeah, sure, you mean in your room? One of my friends keeps an altar, in her room? You want it in your room?
[ They're coming up to the gate now--a golden gate, with a golden fence, so utterly elaborate in design that it screams Rich House. ...even if what can actually be seen behind the gate is a giant war ship of wood that's been crafted into a manor.
Gorgug will slow the van once they get to the van, seeing as he'll need to open it up. ]
Uh well you know it's a little weird having a photo of my dad in my room you know...so would it be okay if I put it elsewhere? If not, I'll just set it up in my apartment, but I'll have to borrow the van for that.
( she has things she doesn't want that stern photo of her father to be looking at to be fair, and while she won't elaborate, she hoped the shrug of her shoulders and that nervous little smile of hers was enough to answer his question. )
Woah is that a golden gate?
( but before they could focus fully on that, she's intrigued. did she somehow end up on one of those tv shows where they show off fancy houses? )
[ But that's all said, clarified, before they come to the stop to the show piece: the over-elaborate golden gate. Gorgug grimaces at the sight of it, putting a hand on the door handle. ]
Yeeahh... that was Fabian's idea. [ ... ] He got it for protection, in case we needed to shut out the rest of the world 'cause of a mission.
[ It's a gold-gated community, Heather. There's no love for it in Gorgug's voice, and he gets out, opening up the gate in all its weight, then jumping back in once both are opened. ]
( as interesting as it all was, she could sense the irritation in his voice when discussing it. frankly it never dawned on her that the missions that were held here in etraya could warrant such terror and need for protection—
and now it left her wondering, was fabian overreacting like a doomsday prepper or was he onto something the rest of them didn't know? before she could even think to ask, gorgug was out and about, opening the gate and then right back into the car.
for now she'll have to inquire about that later because gorgug brought up an idea with his little complaint. )
Oh hey so I know I'm not like handy with stuff like you are, but I can help you if you need it? As a thank you for everything you've done for me....but you know, you're always welcomed to a free sandwich from the deli anytime too.
( well technically he never did have to pay for them, but then again she didn't really have anything to offer him at all. free listening services?? she wasn't in the right state of mind.
playtime with mr. cheese? he didn't seem a huge fan of it. so.... )
Of course not, I just couldn't think of anything better to offer. Sorry, all of your sandwiches are free.
I-- I can pay for my sandwiches, [ he quickly reassures. ] I didn't know? I can start paying for them. If you tell me how much they cost.
[ If that was always a thing? He needs to start thinking of how he needs to pay for sandwiches, but if this is a thing, h-he's gotta do right by his friends! ]
You've done more than enough for me really, it's fine. This just means I have to pay you back in a different way—
And not that it feels like I owe you anything. I want to help you any way that I can because you've become a really wonderful friend to me Gorgug. Seriously I think you're everyone's friend here, but to me I've come to really appreciate you.
( whether he wanted to fight or debate her further on this would be refuted by heather. she was a stubborn mule when it came to these things and there would be nothing that could truly sway or change her mind once she made a decision.
so with a smile, she held her hand forward and turned towards the now opened gate. )
[ She leaves him speechless, and for a few reasons. He can't really argue or protest that she owes him anything; he may be dense about some things, but he knows that when someone wants to give you something, you should let them. So he won't press her about that.
But the idea he's everyone's friend... Gorgug doubts that. But he can't help but wonder about the kind of impression Heather has about him, though, it has to be secondary to the one she offers about their friendship.
His face feels warm, and he ducks his head, but takes her hand and nods. ]
Yeah. You can pick the best rooms-- for you and your dad's shrine.
[ Getting set up in this new life should come first to everything else, probably. A new life of living in a McBoatsion. ]
( to heather, everywhere she went in etraya, everyone always had something good to say about gorgug. he was everyone's friend, or at least a friendly and familiar face. for some time after she had revealed his secrets to him and indulge in bringing up such negative aspects of her life, she had wondered if she could really trust him. she liked him a lot up until that point, felt like he was someone safe but that lingering and insistent voice in her head remained. 'you can't just trust anyone', a voice fueled by vincent's own insistence as well.
yet here now, sitting next to him and seeing how kind he had been in helping her escape her emotions and fears, any worries she had were squashed. she took his hand in pride and nodded at his words, a new found eagerness finally filling her up. the sadness she had before, the debilitating feelings that controlled her were pushed to the wayside.
she had something new and exciting to look forward to. )
Thanks Gorgug, I mean it. I really appreciate everything you've done and remember, I'm here for you too.
( and off they went, to help her establish herself in her new home— however long she ended up staying. )
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( with the embrace coming to an end, she pulled away to pick up the rest of the stuff— including mr. cheese and his stuff— before she stepped out and juggled the keys to her place in her hands. with the door locked up, she followed gorgug towards the van and began to pack away her things with ease.
when they were finally packed up and settled in the car, she sat back with a bit of a wistful expression on her face. the setting was quite familiar to her— she was being driven by the detective hired by claudia to find her to silent hill, while she told him about her past. only this time it was a friend instead of a stranger. )
Alright, let's see this boat.
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Okay. It's Fabian's-- did I tell you it's Fabian's? It's kinda got a lot of gardens around it since his family's rich...
[ Gorgug's starting up the van though as he speaks. There's no rumbling of a gas engine, but there's some soft vibrations as the stone in the console starts to glow, and Gorgug starts turning the van around to get back onto the road made after the vehicle-making mission.
Without Gorgug touching anything (and even a little delayed from him starting up the van), chill, lo-fi beach tunes start playing from the van's radio. Gorgug makes a small face, but only briefly. Uhhh, hopefully Heather's into it... ]
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now that was certainly strange but far be it from her to comment on it. given gorgug and riz's appearance well....it seemed par for the course. )
Fabian? Oh you mean Maximum Legend? He's from your world too?
( she kind of assumed with riz, but for now she put on her seatbelt and sat as they began to drive off, listening to the tunes. they were cool, and she tried to consider herself open to things but it didn't quite lend itself to talking about her relationship to claudia.
still she'll get there. )
You guys have really built a home for yourself here haven't you?
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I guess so? I wouldn't really call it a home-- [ Hmm ] It's about as much of a home as a place can be here. Fabian just likes to live... comfortably.
[ Truly, he's a rich kid through and through. It's nice and spacious, and there's enough familiarity to the boat mansion that Gorgug can appreciate, but it still has a degree of staying over your friend's place to it, for Gorgug.
Should it even be that familiar? Aurora did say, apparently, they were the real deal when you asked for something from home, and not just a copy. So it's the real Hangman boat.
...It doesn't make it less odd to think about, to have a piece of Spyre like that in Etraya. ]
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( there's just the tiniest of smiles on her face as she said that, her hands resting down onto her lap. when she thought about it, everyone here had been incredibly kind and comforting, offering her support and eager to have her support in turn. it was really nice—
which led her to her next point. )
So about Claudia I....I actually grew up with her back in the day, back when I was Alessa. We were both...mistreated by our parents and she cried a lot, I remember comforting her. I guess that makes me weak in a way, not wanting to kill her because every time I look at her face...
I'm reminded of what a child she is.
cw: topic of murdering,
I don't think not wanting to kill someone makes you weak, [ Gorgug-- reassures, or so is his honest opinion on it. ] If you have that kind of history with her... I guess, it's hard, if you liked her once? A lot of people don't kill people.
[ And some people happily murder their own parents. Gorgug isn't sure where he would lean in Heather's position. Would he go after a childhood friend (separated by a resurrection)? But he doesn't give the what if any real thought--the complication isn't as easy an answer as it was before. ]
But the way you were talking about it, you sounded more angry that she couldn't understand what she did wrong. [ He pauses. ] I've been around a lot of...different reasons for murdering people. It stuck out.
cw: brief murder mentions
she had people here now who looked up to her, who wanted good things for her and while she was still feeling that strong taste of revenge on her tongue—
heather knew deep down the fallout wouldn't be worth it. she didn't want to be a bad influence on younger friends like laura or disappoint people like henry who said she had saved him. with a soft sigh she nodded. )
I think that's my biggest issue, she just doesn't understand why it hurt me to kill my father. The first man who was kind and protective to me....who took care of me and loved me when he didn't have to. He wasn't my real father and yet he sacrificed himself for me. She doesn't understand why it hurts to have lost him....
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[ Can this person be reasoned with? Not by Heather, Gorgug thinks--not without it fucking with Heather in the process. She might go along with murder at this point if she had to, and Gorgug himself isn't the sort of spirit who would be keen to explain to a person why murdering someone's dad is wrong.
Who knows what'll happen with them. But if Heather's lucky, she'll be able to keep a wide berth from them. ]
Does she say he isn't your real dad too? That shit sucks.
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she simply shook her head and lifted her gaze out the window, seeing her new home slowly start to come up in the distance. )
She says a lot of stupid things about him, mainly that he's somehow evil for taking me away from the cult. It's ridiculous but you're right, there's no reasoning with her at the moment it seems. I should just put this out of my mind and focus on myself you know?
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Well, from everything I've heard about your dad, he sounds like your real dad to me, even if he's not your birth dad. I didn't get killed in a cult and come back again, but I know what it's like, being adopted. And that guy's your dad.
[ Because there's never been any doubt from all of the times Heather has spoken about the man: that's her dad. The man she loves to bits, and anyone who would describe him as not her real dad--even if Heather says it herself--has to be wrong.
And at a time like this, with so much negativity surrounding this other girl and with her connection to Heather's dad's death, maybe some positivity on that relationship might help. A Gorgug in Harry Mason's corner.
That's the dad who stepped up. ]
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loving and remembering her father properly even in dark times like these. with a soft smile, she turned to look at gorgug lightly before she thought about something. )
You're right, and I should honor his memory properly. I actually just got a photo of him from Aurora and I want to do an altar for him. Is it alright if I do that at your place? Gonna probably invite Rosie and Harold as they're interested in putting an item or two for him.
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Yeah, sure, you mean in your room? One of my friends keeps an altar, in her room? You want it in your room?
[ They're coming up to the gate now--a golden gate, with a golden fence, so utterly elaborate in design that it screams Rich House. ...even if what can actually be seen behind the gate is a giant war ship of wood that's been crafted into a manor.
Gorgug will slow the van once they get to the van, seeing as he'll need to open it up. ]
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( she has things she doesn't want that stern photo of her father to be looking at to be fair, and while she won't elaborate, she hoped the shrug of her shoulders and that nervous little smile of hers was enough to answer his question. )
Woah is that a golden gate?
( but before they could focus fully on that, she's intrigued. did she somehow end up on one of those tv shows where they show off fancy houses? )
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[ But that's all said, clarified, before they come to the stop to the show piece: the over-elaborate golden gate. Gorgug grimaces at the sight of it, putting a hand on the door handle. ]
Yeeahh... that was Fabian's idea. [ ... ] He got it for protection, in case we needed to shut out the rest of the world 'cause of a mission.
[ It's a gold-gated community, Heather. There's no love for it in Gorgug's voice, and he gets out, opening up the gate in all its weight, then jumping back in once both are opened. ]
I need to automate them.
[ It's on his forever to-do list. ]
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and now it left her wondering, was fabian overreacting like a doomsday prepper or was he onto something the rest of them didn't know? before she could even think to ask, gorgug was out and about, opening the gate and then right back into the car.
for now she'll have to inquire about that later because gorgug brought up an idea with his little complaint. )
Oh hey so I know I'm not like handy with stuff like you are, but I can help you if you need it? As a thank you for everything you've done for me....but you know, you're always welcomed to a free sandwich from the deli anytime too.
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...I'm supposed to pay for the sandwiches?
[ ... ]
...do I have a tab?
[ H-Heather?? MARIA? ]
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( well technically he never did have to pay for them, but then again she didn't really have anything to offer him at all. free listening services?? she wasn't in the right state of mind.
playtime with mr. cheese? he didn't seem a huge fan of it. so.... )
Of course not, I just couldn't think of anything better to offer. Sorry, all of your sandwiches are free.
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[ If that was always a thing? He needs to start thinking of how he needs to pay for sandwiches, but if this is a thing, h-he's gotta do right by his friends! ]
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And not that it feels like I owe you anything. I want to help you any way that I can because you've become a really wonderful friend to me Gorgug. Seriously I think you're everyone's friend here, but to me I've come to really appreciate you.
( whether he wanted to fight or debate her further on this would be refuted by heather. she was a stubborn mule when it came to these things and there would be nothing that could truly sway or change her mind once she made a decision.
so with a smile, she held her hand forward and turned towards the now opened gate. )
Shall we go?
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But the idea he's everyone's friend... Gorgug doubts that. But he can't help but wonder about the kind of impression Heather has about him, though, it has to be secondary to the one she offers about their friendship.
His face feels warm, and he ducks his head, but takes her hand and nods. ]
Yeah. You can pick the best rooms-- for you and your dad's shrine.
[ Getting set up in this new life should come first to everything else, probably. A new life of living in a McBoatsion. ]
going to wrap this up here ♥
yet here now, sitting next to him and seeing how kind he had been in helping her escape her emotions and fears, any worries she had were squashed. she took his hand in pride and nodded at his words, a new found eagerness finally filling her up. the sadness she had before, the debilitating feelings that controlled her were pushed to the wayside.
she had something new and exciting to look forward to. )
Thanks Gorgug, I mean it. I really appreciate everything you've done and remember, I'm here for you too.
( and off they went, to help her establish herself in her new home— however long she ended up staying. )