[ she'll probably feel his presence before she sees it, because there is a rare rumble of frustration from him, bordering on anger as he tries the door to one of the lockdown zones. ]
[ great, they can all be upset together! he feels her angry wasp vibes before he even hears her, sidestepping just in time for her to give the door a righteous kick.
it does not work, but it does make him feel a bit better about trying. ]
I have made some efforts already—brute force won't work.
[ it's said with frustration, because brute force is what he has. but he also doesn't have that much anger to fuel him—this is just restlessness, at this point. ]
[ smad is valid. smad is really the emotion of the hour. he sighs, exasperated. ]
I wish I knew.
[ they're really left to rampage around the ship in grief for an entire day. ]
I'll keep trying, but we can't afford injury. Perhaps we can take turns. [ better than doing nothing. this is not actually going to help but it will keep them busy. he's very obviously grieving. ]
[she nods, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to another. she hates this, thanks!]
Better than doing nothing. [god. she pauses.] ... What do you think happened to them? I mean, it sounded like Dahut suffocated. But Luke's was almost like he was being forced to do something, or else.
[ he'll take his turn at the door; it doesn't have the proper sort of handles, but he can still try to find some grip on one of the ledges and try to force it open. ]
Luke— [ there's an unpleasant moment of dread, frustration ] it sounds as though he may have passed before the doors locked. Or... was dying.
[ wow i wrote the wrong thing entirely there quynn, i meant: after the doors locked but before they passed out
please forgive me i've forgotten how to sleep ]
I'm not aware. But if something had been wrong with him before—whatever happened to Dahut. Then hopefully we will know soon. Some surmise it might've been his health.
Ah... [ he gives her a polite nod when they pass each other, and a little wave—with a silvery prosthetic that he's wearing. ] It will take some time to get used to, I think.
[ he's heading to the lodge because being outside is terrible. while a gentle flurry starts to build up, one of the fins on his arm suddenly expands, turning wide and almost silky, like a beta fish. ]
It is, isn't it! [ he won't deny it... ocean creatures can be so beautiful until they very suddenly aren't. his prosthetic doesn't change to match, but he reaches out with his still-fleshy arm to flick her cute ear. ] These are cute as well—like a cat?
[ there's not too many cats in lanaryu but there's been a couple here... ]
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w0 ; first sunday
They know quite a lot about us...
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You don't think they're being honest with us?
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Do you actually think they're being honest with us?
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They might be withholding some information. But I see no reason they would outright lie? [ he would lose at among us immediately ]
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Uh, to fuck with us? To cover their asses so we don't beat the shit outta them right away?
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It seems silly to make such an effort to bring us here just to toy with our feelings?
w0 ; fri
What now—!? [ NOT MORE LOCKED DOORS ]
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she approaches the locked zone, practically growling.]
Fuck. Move out of the way!
[whether he moves or not, she's going to try and kick the door down. this does not work at all. shocking, i know.]
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it does not work, but it does make him feel a bit better about trying. ]
I have made some efforts already—brute force won't work.
[ it's said with frustration, because brute force is what he has. but he also doesn't have that much anger to fuel him—this is just restlessness, at this point. ]
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she drags a hand down her face, seething.]
Fucking— Ugh! How are we supposed to just sit around, waiting? Those dickheads aren't answering their texts.
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I wish I knew.
[ they're really left to rampage around the ship in grief for an entire day. ]
I'll keep trying, but we can't afford injury. Perhaps we can take turns. [ better than doing nothing. this is not actually going to help but it will keep them busy. he's very obviously grieving. ]
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Better than doing nothing. [god. she pauses.] ... What do you think happened to them? I mean, it sounded like Dahut suffocated. But Luke's was almost like he was being forced to do something, or else.
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Luke— [ there's an unpleasant moment of dread, frustration ] it sounds as though he may have passed before the doors locked. Or... was dying.
[ and those had just been his racing thoughts. ]
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please forgive me i've forgotten how to sleep ]
I'm not aware. But if something had been wrong with him before—whatever happened to Dahut. Then hopefully we will know soon. Some surmise it might've been his health.
[ his thoughts seem to lean that way, too. ]
week one, thursday.
Sooooo... How's the arm?
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w2 ; mon
...This will take some getting used to!
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[ ? ]
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[the body horrors can be aesthetic? wow. meanwhile, harley is a basic nekomimi binch, her tail swishing around.]
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[ there's not too many cats in lanaryu but there's been a couple here... ]
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Ohhh, that felt weird. [her tail is now kind of... puffed up? nyan.] Is it me, or do we keep getting hit by stuff that fit the vibes of the planet?
w4 ; weds
[ post paintball, there is just a guy hanging around outside somewhere. he stares expressionlessly out into the abyss. ]
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No ears...
week five, saturday.
... You know, it's bleak when Applebee's is one of the nicer places around here.
w7 ; mon
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anyway, have mem.]