[we are still on this fucking plane. Fukawa has slithered into the master bedroom at some point because yennefer CAN'T be in here all the damn time and also she would love some space.
Except she is taking this space on the floor on the other side of the bed, curled up into a knot and mashing her head into her knees. She flinches as she hears the door open.]
[ The room is finally!!! empty!!!!!!! He'd waited so long already, he thought the plane would land before he would get the opportunity for some horizontal zzz's.
Despite that, he's immediately about-face and almost halfway out the door the moment he hears the voice, only a second later registering where it's coming from and turning back. ]
Hm? Is that... Fuka-chan?
[ The bed is so large, he has little choice but to enter the room and try to peer over the mattress to see ]
[ Don't hide behind him- now who's he supposed to hide behind? She can have a full view of the word "murderer" across his back, glowing neon green through the fabric of his shirt, while Mikoto shifts uncomfortably in front of the glass.
Looks away and turns to leave... The seamen sense weakness and follow. ]
Mikoto had called out that morning, staying in his trailer instead of working on site, but he's out and about later that afternoon. Pensive at the hub... or another location of your choosing, but he brightens up immediately when he sees her. ]
Fuka-chan! Good morning~
[ it's like noon. but he does also look like he just woke up. ]
[ bursts through the front door without even knocking
this is just like the master bedroom in the plane, fukawa chooses the one single place that promises peace and simultaneously no peace because everybody's going to want to be there too. ]
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it's just mikoto in the hub. not like he's waiting for fukawa specifically, more like he doesn't want to be anywhere alone so he lingers around in public, skirting around all his dead friends' blood and guts. ]
...Fuka... chan.
[ his face was already wet, but the tears fall anew when he sees her, rushing across the room over to her and pulling her into a hug before he can think. ]
[ hello, mikoto is in the new library trying futilely to get these books organized. spread out in front of his are, from the covers, what seems to be romance novels he's alphabetizing by author.
Fadley, Feltmann, Francesconi, Fuscaldo, Foxx— that one goes before Fuscaldo. ]
[comes in here to do much the same thing except she's half an hour later getting here. Has a bit of a feeling seeing him so suddenly since he ran out of the mingle, and also after this weekend.
But even so she doesn't turn away. These books...]
it takes a bit for the door to open, which is typical. the mikoto that steps out looks groggy, also typical, but massively hungover as well. he still brightens, though, upon seeing who it is. ]
[ beeguns... emotionshare isn't even needed this week to see the way his hackles raise immediately upon seeing fukawa— or syo, it doesn't matter which is the one he spots, either way his hand goes straight to his pants pocket to clench something in there. ]
It's probably late at night, frankly. She had no plans to leave her trailer during the day, even if there's a wide variety of nightowls in their number.
Fukawa stiffens as well, shoulders up. It seems more reflexive than frightened. Really, the read on her is so much less distress than imagined. Just a broad, all-consuming numbness. She sees him reach for his pocket, and the tension drains.
She remains exactly where she is, watching him wanly through the curtain of her bangs. Waiting.]
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Anyway she has been by his fucking bedside the whole time it takes for healing magic to work and for him to come to his senses. She will neither sleep nor eat until he does so.
At the first sign of life she stiffens. Looking over at him from her seat.]
[ he's alive now, at least, whether that's more or less than three hours later. but he's groggy when he comes out of it, absolutely intending to turn around and go back to sleep for another 48 hours. ]
[she is at the new park, taking a mournful respite under one of the trees. She's picked an orange off to eat but hasn't peeled it yet. Mostly she just rolls it back and forth in her palm, before thunking her head back on the tree bark.
Everything...just keeps going...this shit is so ass...
She will have mouse ears now, and a wee little flicking tail.]
mikoto wakes up in a daze, the residuals of psychic damage making his head pound. his hands are sticky, coated in black that just smears instead of wipes off the sides of his pants. ]
[ he wakes up blearily. whose trailer is this? he should know, because multiple occurrences of waking up in other people's beds really does not beat the allegations here, but if it doesn't matter it doesn't matter.
either way, he answers the door easily enough, and nearly gets his fingers crushed when it slams back in his face ]
Uh? [ that's fukawa's voice. ] There's no "other guy," Fuka-chan. Just me and you. Can I open the door?
[ has he been trying to avoid her all day today? maybe a little. he helped cook for the meeting but was barely there for it once it got going, retreating back to basecamp on his own until he runs into fukawa later and he smiles at her like nothing's wrong ]
Did you have fun? You didn't get sunburned, did you?
[yennefer: how are things with your lover! her lover:
Anyway she will have noticed things are a little off. Hard not to when she is stupidly fixated on him at all times, especially when all those omurice with her dreaded nickname on them are his doing and yet he appears nowhere to take credit for them? Weird.]
I d-don't think so? I made sure to use g-good sunscreen...I c-could have used help getting it on though.
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Are you...all right? I w-would have thought you'd like the beach theme.
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how i was like if fukawa is actually bold text dead i'm going to have to ask the mods very seriously what happens to corpses in the gy because the leads are going to have to fight mikoto and pry fukawa's dead body from his hands
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Eventually the balls will shift. You have to have left her in there for an extra long time to pickle because i may have ruined her legs but i refuse to do so forever. None scars, for ultimate dysmorphia.
She pulls herself to a sit in this accursed pit, shaking still, wide eyed and beyond bewildered.]
[nice crimes aside...she will have told him to come meet her at the cabin tonight.
When he arrives there will be candles lit around the place, NO WINE because he's not drinking and she only barely started so there's no attachment to it. But maybe nice mocktails she picked up from the bar? We make due. The smell of hot food is in the air.
She is also dying inside mentally. Trying to cook is already a nightmare, and the suggestion she got makes her feel reductive. It is omurice, with a bright spring salad on the side. He already made her this and it's probably a million times better than the shit she's pulled together but it was the only hint she was given.
[She'll also come flop. Much more gently because she is gonna flop direct on top of him, entering the circle of his arms and stretching out over him with a soft "oof".]
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W0 SATURDAY
Except she is taking this space on the floor on the other side of the bed, curled up into a knot and mashing her head into her knees. She flinches as she hears the door open.]
G-go away!
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Hm? Is that... Fuka-chan?
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They're probably just hungry, right...?
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Mikoto had called out that morning, staying in his trailer instead of working on site, but he's out and about later that afternoon. Pensive at the hub... or another location of your choosing, but he brightens up immediately when he sees her. ]
Fuka-chan! Good morning~
[ it's like noon. but he does also look like he just woke up. ]
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Actually scratch that she goes ghastly pale.]
M-mikoto?! [looking him over for signs of damage. Or general derangement.] Wh-what are you doing here? You exploded!
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She has a book to write...]
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this is just like the master bedroom in the plane, fukawa chooses the one single place that promises peace and simultaneously no peace because everybody's going to want to be there too. ]
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After three hours she will be wandering back into the hub looking haunted.]
H-hello?
[no pyramid heads in here right?]
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it's just mikoto in the hub. not like he's waiting for fukawa specifically, more like he doesn't want to be anywhere alone so he lingers around in public, skirting around all his dead friends' blood and guts. ]
...Fuka... chan.
[ his face was already wet, but the tears fall anew when he sees her, rushing across the room over to her and pulling her into a hug before he can think. ]
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Fadley, Feltmann, Francesconi, Fuscaldo, Foxx— that one goes before Fuscaldo. ]
There's no Fukawas...
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...Wh-what are you doing?
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it takes a bit for the door to open, which is typical. the mikoto that steps out looks groggy, also typical, but massively hungover as well. he still brightens, though, upon seeing who it is. ]
Good morning, Toko~
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It's probably late at night, frankly. She had no plans to leave her trailer during the day, even if there's a wide variety of nightowls in their number.
Fukawa stiffens as well, shoulders up. It seems more reflexive than frightened. Really, the read on her is so much less distress than imagined. Just a broad, all-consuming numbness. She sees him reach for his pocket, and the tension drains.
She remains exactly where she is, watching him wanly through the curtain of her bangs. Waiting.]
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Anyway she has been by his fucking bedside the whole time it takes for healing magic to work and for him to come to his senses. She will neither sleep nor eat until he does so.
At the first sign of life she stiffens. Looking over at him from her seat.]
M-Mikoto?
[don't just fall back asleep]
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...no. Still not him.
[ not her mikoto, but the other one ]
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threefive handmade pickle-plum onigiri at your trailer door. They are okay. Not great but competently made.No note. Who could have done this.]
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Everything...just keeps going...this shit is so ass...
She will have mouse ears now, and a wee little flicking tail.]
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She does not know why she is in pain, or in a cool leather jacket. Grimacing as she rises.]
Ow.
[anybody there. we're not at antenna are we.]
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mikoto wakes up in a daze, the residuals of psychic damage making his head pound. his hands are sticky, coated in black that just smears instead of wipes off the sides of his pants. ]
Fuka-chan... Hey.
[ extends a sticky black hand to help her up ]
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Mikoto, who is perhaps staying at Mango's trailer, or maybe even Fukawa's? His own? It matters little. He will be found.
There'll be a knock at the door, but should he try to open it the person will force it shut again.]
No no no, you should lock the door! Otherwise I can't speak to you, can I? I'll just get the other guy, and that's no good at all...
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either way, he answers the door easily enough, and nearly gets his fingers crushed when it slams back in his face ]
Uh? [ that's fukawa's voice. ] There's no "other guy," Fuka-chan. Just me and you. Can I open the door?
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Did you have fun? You didn't get sunburned, did you?
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her lover:
Anyway she will have noticed things are a little off. Hard not to when she is stupidly fixated on him at all times, especially when all those omurice with her dreaded nickname on them are his doing and yet he appears nowhere to take credit for them? Weird.]
I d-don't think so? I made sure to use g-good sunscreen...I c-could have used help getting it on though.
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Are you...all right? I w-would have thought you'd like the beach theme.
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how i was like if fukawa is actually bold text dead i'm going to have to ask the mods very seriously what happens to corpses in the gy because the leads are going to have to fight mikoto and pry fukawa's dead body from his hands
OKAY SO IS SHE DEAD IS SHE DYING HOW DOES A BALLPIT RECONSTURCT LEGS ]
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Or was.
Eventually the balls will shift. You have to have left her in there for an extra long time to pickle because i may have ruined her legs but i refuse to do so forever. None scars, for ultimate dysmorphia.
She pulls herself to a sit in this accursed pit, shaking still, wide eyed and beyond bewildered.]
Huh?
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Th-that was way too many people at once. I'm going to have a stroke.
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[ their less than a dozen crew members was nice and cozy ]
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When he arrives there will be candles lit around the place, NO WINE because he's not drinking and she only barely started so there's no attachment to it. But maybe nice mocktails she picked up from the bar? We make due. The smell of hot food is in the air.
She is also dying inside mentally. Trying to cook is already a nightmare, and the suggestion she got makes her feel reductive. It is omurice, with a bright spring salad on the side. He already made her this and it's probably a million times better than the shit she's pulled together but it was the only hint she was given.
Also she is wearing this.]
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H-hey...you m-made it...
[you fucked this up you fucked this up so bad]
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he wants to be like WHO DID THIS TO YOU like maybe somebody had a curse seed saved up. bless you anonymous curse user whoever you are ]
I wouldn't miss it for anything~ [ he didn't even know what he was coming into. but now that he sees, he's absolutely delighted ]
Hehe, look at you...
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It really c-could have been so much worse.
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