( 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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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. )