scien

[polliwog]

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w0 ; first saturday

[polliwog]

[ OVER IN THE OBSERVATION DECK, HE IS STARING OUT AT THE STARS! WOWEE!!!! ]

Goodness! We really aren't at sea! [ though that's a little sad, too. ]

[egodist]

[fucking help me]

Oh.

You're the one everyone's been talking about.

[giant fish guy]

week zero, monday

[egodist]

[so here's scien, minding his business, playing suika on his I.R.I.S. the way that his man genuinely enjoys puzzle really kicks my ass. but there's this moment where he does it, he gets a watermelon and his points surge—

and even though there is a hint of amusement, of delight, it is muffled. it's like it's been put through a filter, the emotion dissipated into something that isn't quite there. a false equivalent of happiness

when he looks to sidon, he tilts his head]

You. Does your fish world possess games such as this?

[polliwog]

[ suika game is my irl enemy so scien is a cryptid to me. he is this to sidon as well, though he does not yet outright ask hey why emotion so fucked up tho. instead, there's a bit of curiosity as he regards the game, almost distractedly correcting him: ]

Our world does not comprise entirely of fish—I am also not a fish. [ first of all ] But, no? I have only seen this level of technology a few times before.

[ their games are more analog. fish sports. ]

Is it fun?

w0 ; fri

[polliwog]

[ sorry for dead castmate hours making you take on 400 pcs on a friday. rough. sidon is awake whatever the hour, restless as he makes his way around the ship. near one of the locked areas, he'll call out— ]

...Scien? [ hey what are the vibes like ]

[egodist]

[the vibes are ATROCIOUS SIMPLY THE FUCKING WORST

but he's still moving. he's standing, not to be found sitting even once on this friday. he's a mess, because SOMEONE had to go and fucking die which left him assistant-less. clothes a mess, hair out of its braid, truly just the sight of a hamster left to fend for himself and not doing a great job of it

his emotions are still not quite right, as if manufactured. frustration, bewilderment, dissatisfaction - all of it paling in comparison to this gnawing, grinding sense of anger. it builds and builds, leading to a crescendo until it almost reaches the point of overwhelm, making it hard to think—before it suddenly does that very same stall. stop. disappears without a trace.

until it begins again, as if the rage refuses to die.]

State what you've found before you give me one of your overly involved speeches about friendship.

w0 ; sat

[polliwog]

[ BLARGHBNHGFDjgkf

brig hi. is he like, stable again. ]

[egodist]

[yea!!! welcome to the brig! scien is

horizontal again i'm sorry this man is really splayed out on the ground looking at the ceiling. his emotions are still in that tight little box bundle, but the strongest one that leaks through is this sense of being lost.]

w2 ; sat

[polliwog]

[ WE'RE BACK BABYYYYY anyway he's over by their SHITASS BEACH. it's actually very beautiful but he just froze to death so he's not spending a ton of time in the water. he'll just sit along the shore, speaking as an aside when scien shows up. ]

What do you suppose happens when there's a tie?

[egodist]

[this is so funny. sweet sidon. scien is probably taking a break from whatever nonsense he was doing, looking very much like he hasn't slept in multiple days. he hasn't.]

They will both individually feel compelled to self-terminate, as I did, or perhaps they will instead feel compelled to take each other out come sunrise.

Maybe one will be allowed to live... but if both of their systems are compromised, they will regardless be a threat to others on board as long as they take breath.

w3 monday

[egodist]

[blanket memshare catching starter that i'm throwing into everyone's catchalls let me know if you want to start with a memory or i will!! this is so lazy but i'm assuming we're all writing the memories right now woohoo]

[polliwog]

[ I WANT A MEMORY TO START they can be exploring one of the new locations ]

week 3 post-trial

[egodist]

[okay well that was all a lot

scien is probably just stretching after shrimping over his project most of the day, but once he sees sidon he's just going to do the clear mental math of deciding how much he wants to interact with another person right now




decides to approach, offering a saltine cracker in these trying times?]

[polliwog]

[ sidon is much more annoyed with this trial than even his own, but




cwacker ]

Thank you?

w4 ; mon

[polliwog]

Scien!!

[ he is............ approaching ]

[egodist]

[help

he'll pause but feel apprehensive about this]

What do you want.

week 5, monday

[egodist]

[sidon was probably minding his own business, walking around, but scien will be at the entrance of the stupid surgery operating theater and will beckon him over. he's already covered in grease and rust. don't worry about it.]

You. Come here.

[polliwog]

[ are any of them not rusting over, this is such a funny effect for a bunch of dead people. he'll come over without a fuss! amused, ]

Yes, Scien? How might I help you today.

week 5, thursday

[egodist]

[sorry for the boring starter but scien is going to just be sitting somewhere with a book. he's all sorts of cozy, changed into far comfier clothes, a towel around his shoulders, and hair down from its usual braids. he has a warm mug of tea in hand, and he's pulled his sleeves down to sweater paw hold it.... gap moe.

when he sees sidon he's going to make a beckoning gesture even though sidon's the one who died. rip]

[polliwog]

[ cute..... our gap moe loser nerd. sidon is just affixing some of his jewelry back in place, looking mended back up.

but he'll walk over. hi. ] Scien, I heard you almost drowned?

w6 ; mon

[polliwog]

[ the way i wrote w0 in this header like 8 more weeks to go.

they're both getting mickey rat ears in the basement. ]

What a magical place!

[egodist]

[help]

Everyday I understand less what actually constitutes as magical.

week 6, thursday

[egodist]

[yeets out me starters with reckless abandon.

but scien will be actually found in the gardens instead of any lab! he's found something comfy to wear, and his hair is down and damp again—but at least it's not because he drowned. a blanket is already settled on his shoulders (thanks dahut) and in his sweater pawed hand he has a mug of hot cocoa.....

his gaze fixates on a particular patch of flowers, as if searching for something among them. when he hears footsteps, this time he actually turns his head]

How is everyone?

[since he assumes that sidon would come visit him last or later]

[polliwog]

[ his gap moe on full display...

sidon shows up a little later, because scien is one of the ones he's less worried about, it's true. but worried all the same. he sits beside him. ]

Strange.

[ they're fucking weird is how they are. ]

But that's typical after these things.

week 6, sunday

[egodist]

[sooooooo

auction items are unlocked :) which means that in the stasis bay, where scien had been spending a solid amount of his time, he's looking at the now glowing, active, awake reliver machine. it thrums with a foreboding energy and scien is at one of the monitors, running a diagnostics check. when sidon wanders in, scien glances up]

Oh? I thought you'd be caught up with your adoring fans.

[polliwog]

[ help ]

You mean my dear friends, who I've not seen in weeks? Yes, I've made some rounds.

[ he sounds amused, his mood generally high. but he doesn't know A Science, so he's just observing the machine curiously from a safe, unbreakable distance. ]

You're right back to work, I see.

w7 ; sat

[polliwog]

[ after whatever inevitable celebrating and such there is, he'll be over by the observation deck with a bunch of crystal rats, just looking out over the empty space where lotophagos was. ]

Seems that we managed!

[egodist]

[scien is probably still working on something, because he always is, but he'll look up when sidon speaks]

Somehow.

What is next for you, Fish Prince? Fish Kingdom awaits?