catch-all: kate.

[nostradamus]

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week zero, saturday...1!

[nostradamus]

[hello. she's standing right outside of the crying room and staring at the label on the door, like. okay.]

... The auditors, was it? I'll give them something to cry about.

[sootprints]

[ since it's been a day, kate's dress is looking very sooty. ]

I have no objections to that. I'm sure they'll make themselves difficult to reach, however...

[nostradamus]

Cowards. If they ever show their faces, I'll kill them with my bare hands and see if they still consider their lives a prize to be earned afterward.

week one, monday.

[nostradamus]

[welcome to scawwy... yoru is standing in front of the notice board by the pyre, staring at one particular profile out of many with a blank look on her face.

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

[sootprints]

[ stops to watch yoru watching the noticeboard with an even blanker look on her face...

...

it takes a while before she can bring herself to speak up. ]

Is something on your mind?

[nostradamus]

[... a shake of her head, looking at asa's picture for a moment longer before she turns to kate.]

You met her, yes? How was she?

week one, thursday.

[nostradamus]

[hey girl hey... is she still a baby... where is she at?]

[sootprints]

[ idk... she's kate-shaped and kate-sized.

she can be found lying on a bed in the first aid centre. her clothes have been swapped for something loose and comfy. it's hard to tell if she's awake, because you can't see her eyes. ]

[nostradamus]

Have you come to your senses, girl?

week two, monday.

[nostradamus]

[hello. there is a familiar figure standing in front of the jellyfish tank inside the aquarium.

between the lack of proper illumination in the room and the fact that her back is facing the entrance, it's impossible to see what kind of expression is on her face. but her hand is pressed to the glass and there's an odd quality to her voice when she mumbles to herself—]

... Not bad at all.

[sootprints]

[ coming over to also look... ]

... The jellyfish?

[nostradamus]

[she nods.]

I thought I would hate it after everything, but it's... actually really pretty.

[very funny how kate is practically invisible with how dark it is in here. but since she's coming over, the illumination from the jellyfish is enough to let kate catch a glimpse of yoru's face, and — hm? something is different. her eyes are currently green.]

Week 5, Monday

[sootprints]

[ coming across yoru in the new terminal... though it may be possible to perceive kate's anxiety, and a little fear, before she approaches. ]

Y, Yoru... you really came back.

[ and we didn't all have a collective corn-filled hallucination. ]

[nostradamus]

I did.

[she tilts her head, watching her. kate will get a weird contradictory overlap of emotions here, with both indifference and relief coming through.]

You're scared, girl. Do you have a reason to be afraid?

[sootprints]

N, no specific reason...

Um, how have you been?

week five, saturday.

[nostradamus]

[OUR SWEET KATE... i assume the vibes are rancid, so where can she be found?]

[sootprints]

[ she's in one of the seats in the baggage area, near the security room! it would be easy to miss her, if not for the little smoke signals coming from her head. ]

week six, monday.

[nostradamus]

[GAZES AT THE VOID AFTER THAT TOWN HALL/PARTIAL GY RETURN THREAD.]

... They deserved to choke on those crayons.

[sootprints]

At least they're very determined to do what it takes to find achievements...

[ But why did some of them eat more than one... ]

week six, sunday.

[nostradamus]

[hello... yoru is just enjoying a nice little snack after all of today's excitement(?), feet kicked up and lounging in the relaxation area, while scrolling through something on her phone.]

Just nine this week, hm...?

[sootprints]

[ kate's thoughts are muddled, and mostly full of worries about maya, but when she sees yoru, she pushes some of that away and clears her head a bit. ]

The achievements? It's less than last week...

Week 7, Monday

[sootprints]

[ just outside the main terminal, looking out at the meadow... ]

I suppose we're almost done here.

[ now that everyone's come back... ]

[nostradamus]

Yes, finally. Eight weeks of this nonsense almost makes me appreciative of how short my last game was.

Week 7, Saturday

[sootprints]

[ she's at the flight deck, looking out at the runway... ]

It's really over. Soon we'll all be on our way home.

[ there's a little anxiety at that thought. ]

[nostradamus]

Soon, but not soon enough. That software update has the worst timing...

[she is chill and vibing, though. winning put her in a good mood.]