catch-all: vi.

[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.

[doublefists]

You and me both.

[ grumbles. ]

Just one more place where the people in charge are untouchable.

[nostradamus]

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

w0, MONDAY

[doublefists]

[ we have arrived... at the trash. she's crouched in front of the hangman, staring at it. mumbles to herself... ]

It's gotta be beware, but. [ squints. ] Quick... crazy... fuck, I see where this guy was going with this.

[nostradamus]

[help. this hecking hangman. yoru is staring at the letters they picked in disbelief.]

What kind of fool doesn't use all the vowels first?

[doublefists]

U is a vowel, isn't it?

[ genuinely... asking, she doesn't sound sure... help ]

w1, MONDAY

[doublefists]

[ hello, we're at claire's. she has a tattoo that's over the top of her tattoo and she keeps itching at it. nyeh.

she's got the sign and she's looking at it... ]

Feet pics? What? Why.

[nostradamus]

[dead eyes the sign, wrinkling her nose in disgust.]

... I see. So they stole the Foot Locker's niche.

[doublefists]

[ this is why i gave you this toplevel are you happy about this gift i've given you (no) ]

The... Foot Locker... ?

week one, thursday.

[nostradamus]

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

[doublefists]

[ imagine i just made her a teen for the rest of the game

no, she's adult sized! she had a bunch of bullet wounds in her back, slash wounds across her arms and back, and that bite wound. those have since been healed - she's not dying, but she's still in bad shape, curled up somewhere with her knees to her chest. probably the first aid room, or her lounge if it's a little later. either one.

whatever and wherever she is, she's got a hair tie around her wrist, and she's snapping it against her skin, over and over again. ]

[nostradamus]

[welcome back juniper wktd

a better person would tell her to quit that, but unfortunately that's not yoru.]

Have you come to your senses?

week two, saturday.

[nostradamus]

[hello... she is so fucking mad right now and there are very little places to let out some steam here. vi can find her in the paintball course, unloading one of the paintball guns over and over and over again on one of the cardboard cut outs. this is fine.]

[doublefists]

[ girl fucking mood she gets it

she'll watch, for a minute, and then: ]

You want to fight and get that out of your system?

[nostradamus]

[she pauses mid-reload, glancing at her. hums.]

You offering, girl?

week three, monday.

[nostradamus]

[HELLO... i'll toss you a memory in a second, but please let me know if you have any cws you want me to avoid first. (also i want a return mem and i'm good with anything :pleading:)

anyway, welcome to terminal 4. yoru is mostly taking a walk through the hallways, taking a moment to examine the signs warning about escaped animals.]

Hm... So this one will disappear within the week, too, huh?

[doublefists]

[ no explicit nail or eyeball stuff but otherwise i'm fine contentwise! do whatever!! ]

Yeah. They go up to the living, so. We saw the shrimp place before you guys, last week.

[nostradamus]

Interesting. I wonder if—

[no wondering. get hit by memshare, dummies.]

w4, MONDAY

[doublefists]

[ find her in the See Through Friends not because she wants to be here but because she's lost as shit. she's standing with her usual bottle of booze, staring at one of the X-ray frames. it's showing the color of her soul - something orange, with swirls of red and bronze. not that she's entirely sure that's what it's referencing, judging by the look on her face.

or! alternatively! you can find her at the shafluflu pop-up store, looking through the boxes. she's got one in her hand, frowning at it. ]

[nostradamus]

[crawls back to this so late because the heatwave keeps knocking me on my ass... let's be at see through friends! where yoru will just tilt her head at that soul x-ray, humming.]

Do the colors mean anything to you?

[doublefists]

[ shrug. ]

Roxana told me once that the colors meant something in her game, but she never explained what. Clashes with my shit horribly, though.

week six, monday.

[nostradamus]

[WELL. SILENTLY STARES AT HER WITH TEEN GIRL EYES FULL OF JUDGEMENT AFTER THAT TOWN HALL.

there are two little thought bubbles popping out of her head, and they both read: She ate crayons...]

[doublefists]

[ HELP

glances over. a beat. ]

Yeah, and? [ she likes stupid chaos okay and rin was so sad he had to do it alone... ]

w6, FRIDAY

[doublefists]

Did you get this thing too
This like flyer or whatever

[nostradamus]

Yes.

It sounds like we have to figure out how to send that damn horse to Australia in our place.