#elliot ic

[pizza-party-support]

-> He opened his mouth to speak before falling silent and nodding, leaning against the soldier and letting his grip on the other's shirt loosen a little. "I just... Sorry. I-I just don't like not being able to help. It makes me feel like I'm useless..."

The solider stumbled over to the pizza boy’s door and knocked. His head was still killing him but he didn’t want to worry the other any longer than he has…

@the-lost-guest

"Come in..."

-> Elliot's voice came out quiet and a little hoarse, the poor boy sounded like he's been crying for a while now.

[casino-connoisseur]

"Let's go gambling- You say it like that, right?"

-@slicetoppings

-> Chance laughs a little while cleaning off his flintlock. "Sure do, Ells!"

[slicetoppings]

"I wonder what everybody's up to..."

[divine-swordsmaster]

*gives him chocolate*

Don’t listen to the mean anons! Your doing fine!

@discothemechanic

"I-I'll give this to him for you..."

[pizza-party-support]

-> The stranger seemed to be a younger man in a... Pizza delivery uniform? His face soft and unsure of himself, clearly confused as to where he was.

-> Although he did seem to perk up at the soldier voice, his body stiffening almost in fear.

"H-Hello...?"

-> Footsteps could be heard in the distance, soft and anxious as if the person didn't really know where to go. - @pizza-party-support [waving nervously... hi hello sorry if I'm awkward </3]

...Huh? Anyone in here?

[pizza-party-support]

> [ 🐇 , @m4fios0 ;; ]

[ he shifted the small container of hydrogen peroxide to his free hand, knocking on the door of the pizzeria with his other. taking a small step back, he let his free hand fall back to his side. ]

-> Elliot, once again, was idly moving around the pizzeria. Seems like he had already swept up and everything, going through the process of starting to clean off the tables. -> His focus was disturbed when he heard the knock at the door, his head snapping towards it and a smile spreading across his face. "Come on in, Mr. Mafioso!"

[slicetoppings]

"I harbor a question, if you wouldn't mind. How do you tolerate customers..? Specifically, customers who, are somewhat rowdy. I've met a fair share of people like that..."

- @janedoetheshopkeeper

“I’m not sure myself. Sometimes I just force myself to put up with it…”

[divine-swordsmaster]

waitwait what happened? shedletsky okay?

"He's just... Worked up."

[pizza-party-support]

"Chancey..." -> He steps into the room and closes the door behind him, going over to his boyfriend's accessories and picking them before placing them on a little nightstand. "Hey... I-I heard you weren't feeling too good... Do you want me to come lay with you? I can give you space if you'd like."

-> A gentle knock came from the door before it opened slightly, Elliot's head poking into the room. "Chancey...?" - @pizza-party-support

The gambler was lying face-down in bed, completely unresponsive apart from a single muffled hum. His hat and shades had been left carelessly scattered on the floor, which was strange considering he never seemed to remove them. Though one could argue his current attitude was stranger, considering his usual self...

[builderbrotherspizza]

[ELLIOT, after a loooong shift, finally arrived home, placing the bouquet from his doorstep on the counter. He looks at the sticky note near the phone, noticing Squire's number. Maybe he should give a call? ELLIOT almost immediately dials the number after that thought, letting the phone ring. Once. Twice. He's juust a little nervous, since he kind of just called without thinking of any conversation topics.]

// @mafio0s0 , i choose you!! - 🍥

[claires-audience]

I am fully convinced that svu wanted to let us know that mariska is mommy 🥵 because there is no way olivia went to a child’s funeral in that lol

[pizza-party-support]

"Elliot?" They wave awkwardly, noting how the body language is different..

@beginner-survivalist

"Noob!" -> The support smiles, wide and a little unsettling. Huh... Were Elliot's eyes always that gray and cloudy looking?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The pudgy little support bit his bottom lip and looked down a little, suddenly feeling all embarrassed. He did this too himself after all. "I uh... I-I was wondering if I could... Hang around you for a while. I-I can't sleep..." -> He fidgets with the little bracelet around his wrist. One made of red and white beads with a little dice charm on it.

"M-Mister Builderman..." -> Oh! It's Elliot! - @pizza-party-support

[His head whips around, and a large smile appears on his face.]

"Ah, Elliot! What can I do ya for, friend? Ya doin' alright?"

[casino-connoisseur]

(I'm bored so here lololol um sorry if anything is incoherent I just woke from my slumber.)

Elliot had walked up the stairs in the cabin, he was originally going to go to his room to sit but he thought he should return Chances jacket before doing so. He still had it. They still had no over shirt, it was still blood stained and the bandages were not gone yet. They were still healing, besides the point though.

They walked past their room, knocking on Chances door as soon as they made it there.

"Hey uh, I have your jacket if you'd like it back?" Elliot said, his voice was as soft as ever. Someone like him didn't deserve to be here, not with how much he cared for everyone, not with how kind he is.

- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot

-> There was no response from the gambler inside of the room. Which was... Very odd, very odd indeed! Chance normally always answered the door when someone knocked. Was he in his room? -> There was nothing but silence if one tried to listen in through the door or anything. Chance wasn't the silent type EITHER, which made the situation even a little more concerning.

[slicetoppings]

"Elliot…?" The acolyte croaked out, stumbling as they held onto their fractured forearm for dear life. Their smile did little to alleviate their morbid state. Their eyes were shaken; they kept heaving. It's as if Two Time ran a marathon. Maybe they did.

@2ndreincarn4te

"Oh- Two Time! Are you alright? No- clearly you aren't- come on in, let's get that arm of yours treated."

They walked over to Two Time and supported him upright, looking at them with worry.

"What happened?"

[divine-swordsmaster]

if it's any consolation, the mention of the mantlepiece was meant to be a testament to your own strength. assuming you all are the reason it's there in the first place. you are, right

"I-I uh... I think Mister Shedletsky's a little too heated to talk right now..." -> And Elliot was correct!