catch-all: artemy.

[nostradamus]

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week zero, saturday...1!

[nostradamus]

[looking at the cell inside the security room, annoyed.]

Of course there's a bed where we can't reach it.

[bulls]

Taunting us just like the view from the flight deck. Insufferable.

[ the only bed is really here in the security room... but it's in baby jail which just has him chuckling wearily. w h y. ]

Relaxation area's not too bad if you're looking for somewhere soft.

[nostradamus]

No? I'll keep that in mind when it's inevitably time to sleep again.

[bulls]

Always feels like there's some strange delay in sleeping arrangements...

Granted, don't know if I'd want to sleep behind bars.

[nostradamus]

Speak for yourself. Some of us never got sleeping arrangements at all.

[BITTERLY.]

[bulls]

Really?

What happened?

[ what'd you do to get no beds.... ]

week one, monday.

[nostradamus]

[welcome back to trash... i guess they can both be here after walking through a staff only door. yoru is squinting at the new letters that seem to have appeared overnight, along with the freshly painted murals.]

... Something will change every week, hm?

[on her shoulder, just before pale colored flesh meets the pitch black of her arm, the words STEALING HER BOYFRIEND are visible. she is ignoring this.]

[bulls]

[ trash trash trash trash... we are here in the trash! he doesn't see a thing he tells himself, he sees no words, nada, not even the stark butcher trying to glow its way out of his torso. eyes trained on the strange murals he just folds his arms tightly. ]

Considering the subject, that wouldn't surprise me. Wonder if it'll be one for every incident, or if it'll only show itself if we get it right in the first place...

[nostradamus]

Well, there's one way to find out. But not one we would want to try for ourselves.

week two, monday.

[nostradamus]

[she's squinting at the flyer taped to the lounge doors.]

Spar club...? Really?

[bulls]

People need something to do, I guess.

[ we will still all be murdered stupidly no matter how good at sparring we are. cheese fountain. garbage compactor. ]

Why, you thinking of signing up?

[nostradamus]

Of course not. There's not a single person on that list who knows how to enjoy themselves.

[bulls]

[ reads this list. ]

Explain what you mean by 'enjoy themselves.'

[nostradamus]

Simple. They won't allow themselves to act on instinct.

[bulls]

Don't know, seems instinctive to some to start throwing punches at each other... why not make a club out of it.

[ closes his eyes but like in his soul ]

What's your instinct?

week two, thursday.

[nostradamus]

[RAT SHAKES YOU

she's giving him a couple of hours to use the first aid center, and then she's coming for his ass. how is he doing...?]

[bulls]

[ shaken like a rat.

hi, he's doing okay, he's currently removing a bunch of splinters from his abdomen slowly with a pair of tweezers here, into a little metal tray. like this, she can probably see it looks like he's been... chewed up almost in some places? like damn.

he's mumbling a little to himself before he notices someone coming in, looking up. ]

... Hey.

[nostradamus]

Huh.

[casually looking over his abdomen, not worried at all. he can take care of himself, right?]

They got you good.

[bulls]

[ he can and is! ]

Chewed up and spat out... it was... interesting.

[ hums ]

[nostradamus]

Interesting, sure. Was that all that happened?

week 7, monday

[bulls]

[ hey girl. he's out here sipping a lemon energy drink and meandering around the terminal but will stop when he sees her. where's yoru hanging out right now. ]

Hey there.

[ sips. ]

[nostradamus]

[she is just taking her walkies, tbh... pauses to glance at him. hello.]

Enjoyed your short break?

[bulls]

[ enrichment for yoru - the walkies. he gives her a nod. ]

Wasn't bad - got there in one piece, surprisingly, despite the whole... lion bit.

[nostradamus]

Not surprising. Even that Seodore man showed up in one piece, despite being eaten by the piranhas.

[bulls]

Hell of a lot more people than I thought there would be. People we hadn't even seen on this side.

[ a tip of the head ]

How'd it go for you afterwards?