polliwog | scien

[ 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. ]

[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?

[ 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 ]

[ BLARGHBNHGFDjgkf

brig hi. is he like, stable again. ]

[ 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?

[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]

[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?]

Scien!!

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

[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.

[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]

[ 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!

[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]

[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.

[ 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!

w0 ; first saturday

week zero, monday

w0 ; fri

w0 ; sat

w2 ; sat

w3 monday