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[ It's starting to get late at night and Dokja's retired to his bedroom, leaving his window slightly ajar to let in some air. After not having been "home" for a couple of nights, there's a mustiness in his room that he needs to let out, the piles of probably old books lined up on the floor and scattered over a table and chair certainly not helping his situation.

Dokja even has to move some of them off of his bed in order to properly lie down, though he's not doing that just yet. Propped up against some pillows leaned against the headboard, he's scrolling through his phone like most people do just before they're about to fall asleep, checking out his feeds and other updates that may have gone up in the few minutes he hadn't been looking at his phone while he'd been getting ready for bed. With this being a new world, he's trying his hardest to adapt as quickly as possible and absorb any bits of information he stumbles upon.

He's also just addicted to screen time, but he's the adult here and no one's around to tell him off for it.

Anyway. What a normal day it had been today! It would be a real shame if something or someone were to disrupt that... ]

[What a shame, yes, what a shame indeed.

While the communal housing situation is regrettable in many ways, it has certain benefits. For one, her job tonight just became so much easier. No commute! Just an easy breezy turn about the back yard, and a-one and a-two and a—

wuh-PASH!!!

A glass maelstrom whips through Kim Dokja's room as that slightly ajar window becomes a free flow of night air and human cannonball, the latter of which rolls back on its feet the second it strikes the floor. It snaps into form with one set of blades tilted haughty to the sky and the other set square at her mark.]

Whyyyyyyy hello there, Cheapskate! [Syo snaps the scissors like the jaws of a rabid dog, ready to rend flesh at the slightest slip.] Have you been expecting me?

[Most people had. That's what this treasure trove of fucked up memories said. The wheres-whys-whos-and-hows are all still big ol' question marks to Syo, but man, something about this gig just felt right. Nobody's gotta die or anything, it's all about motivation!

Which she'll give by threatening death.]

Because you should have. It's either me or the Grim Reaper, and I can get that sucker on speed dial at any minute!

How's Daisy?

[ No context will be provided for this message. (Spoilers: it's a misfire.) ]

[the fuck?]

Who?

You must have the wrong number. Don't message me again.

You said that last time too.

[ Who are these messages supposed to be going to....truly a mystery. ]

I just want to know how the dog is doing.

I don't know any dogs and I don't know any Daisies.

Are you just messaging random girls hoping to find a cheap date? Get lost. I'm spoken for.

You made sure I wouldn't want to date for a long time.

[ In another life, admittedly, but sometimes those pesky memories cling strongly enough to feel real. ]

[Uuuuh....

Is this one of those weird alternate universe connections? Should she "remember" this guy?]

What are you talking about?

[ He starts typing. Pauses typing and scrolls up.

.................................. ]

Sorry. Wrong number.

[ Fucking bye, actually!!!! 👋 ]

Don't go acting cryptic now! Who is this? How did you get my number?

Everyone's contact information is listed in these phones.

[ unless i hallucinated that, in which case they had a ~~romantic tryst~~ long ago and shared numbers somehow. ]

I selected yours by mistake.

[ HELP WHAT AN ENTRANCE

Dokja's arms immediately come up to shield his face as the glass goes flying while his thoughts race with the possibilities of what this could be. An attack? From who?? He doesn't remember making any enemies (in this place), but from what he knows of his transplanted memories, he apparently has a great big blank spot for a good chunk of his years.

So he's determining the worst in this scenario as he pushes himself up to... stand on his bed, because high ground or something, his arms dropping away to shift into a defensive stance.

... Hold on. ]

Fukawa?

[ There's clear disbelief in his tone, Dokja's eyes going wide at the sight in front of him. That's... her, isn't it? ]

What the hell are you doing?

What?!

[Being an antisocial twat, she'd taken a cursory scroll through her contacts, recognized next to no names in the first two seconds and wrote it all off as AU bullshit. To think that she has been made available to all and sundry, against her will, without her consent?!

This is an outrage.]

That's an invasion of privacy! Whoever set up these shitty phones must be up to something.

Who are you? Are you new here?

[maybe he's not with the refugee crew and is just some guy

Even worse]

[Oh, quick on his feet! This should be fun!

Or a pain in the ass. Her head cocks at the name, but the scissors do not waver. Great, not only are they living in the same building but he knows who she is. This wouldn't be a problem if she was gonna murder him (he is kinda cute), but she's now in a criminal career that requires some longevity. Man...]

BZZT! Wrong answer! Close, though! Very close. [She gives him a saucy wink.] So close you might say we're sharing a hot bod! Or maybe splitting a head?

[No use playing coy if they live in the same house. This is gonna have to be an intimidation game, through and through.]

But that's neither here nor there. And you know what else isn't here or there?

[SCHING!

The tip of one bedpost goes flying. A buttery smooth slice, professional even.]

Your money. You owe a lot of mula to people, don't ya?

Take it up with whoever runs this place, not me.

[ He's of the same mind as her as far as all this nonsense is concerned. Her annoyance is justified, enough that he actually answers her next few questions without too much pushback. Well, sort of. ]

I arrived a week ago. I'm still getting used to this place.

[ This is way too much for him to be processing at a speed he can rationalize. Sharing a body? Some kind of split personality? Or a possession of some kind? All the tales he's read spring to mind, but they're promptly interrupted by one of his bedposts sailing by.

What kind of scissors are those??? ]

Money? I―

[ Ah. The fictional debt he'd come across and then promptly ignored is back to haunt him. Considering the nature of this new world, it makes sense to that there should be others connected to his story. He just hadn't expected anyone to play their role so... seriously. ]

That's not real! Aren't you too in character right now?

You did?

[hmmmmmmmmmmm]

You weren't in some other strange place before this, were you? Like a supposed purgatory?

[the anime bullshit kind. Not magic though! small miracles]

And what's wrong with that? Hmmmmm? Are we not all players on a stage? Characters in the tv drama of god?

[Just kidding, she doesn't believe in any god. Though maybe she should, considering the shit that went down in the last place they were at? Hmm hmm hmm. Food for thought.

Which she'll have to eat later. She may love a villainous monologue but she's probably running short on time. How has no one busted in to save his sorry ass yet? Does everyone in his dorm hate him?]

Besides, if I don't do something I'll get bored. And you won't like me when I'm bored. [Syo takes a poignant step forward. Closer. The tips of her scissors are inching into his space. Her head dips down for a full Kubrick stare.] Soooooooo...where is it? Where's all that hot cash at, Kim Dorkja? If you keep putting it off you'll be paying all kinds of interest. You know that, right?

[Pause.]

The interest is your fingers.

[ Purgatory????? ]

No. I was in my house.

[ NOT in purgatory, for the record. ]

Is that where you were? A literal hell?

[i feel like eustace's home would seem like purgatory]

Oh, then you're lucky I guess.

It claimed to be. Frankly I can't believe it was anything more than a supernatural trick. I don't even remember dying, and now I've been sucked into another crappy dimension.

[ just because it's true................................

But also wow, this is A Conversation. ]

This isn't the first time it's happened to you?

I literally just said it wasn't! Can you even read?

Anyway, there's lots of people here who consider Crane City their second stop on the cosmic express. None of us asked for it and so far, no one knows why we're being taken. Maybe it's just one big joke to some alien deity.

[ORV style]

Maybe it was because of your behavior.

[ this person sounds so bitter all the time.....]

[TCH!!!]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ :)

promptly proceeds to ignore the question! ]

You're better off finding answers with those in a similar position.

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dokja's bedroom.... chickadee suite

rubs my insect hands together

i took your words last night as a challenge; we can still deito later though

good bc i want deito so bad

it's going to be disastrous

as it should be

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RUDE

yeah that's him....and also me now i guess

I'M SO LATE FORGIVE ME

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I'll always wait for my sweet yuul

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you're too good to me

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