Michiru

[janescayre]

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W2 SATURDAY

[janescayre]

[well.

She'd left the trial viewing early itself for reasons, but has returned to the CCTV hub to catch up at some point and has by now witnessed what is a mortifying vote. She'll be wandering out in something of a daze, maybe meeting Michiru by chance outdoors, all cloaked in darkness.]

You...l-let her?

[culet]

[ welp! ]

Hello to you, too.

[ yeah they're outdoors somewhere in the gy pc void. yay. he looks more amused than anything by this greeting, but shakes his head. ]

Not really. She was a lot stronger than me, and clearly not in control of herself. [ the amusement fades to something more sombre. ] I tried to push her off at first, but in the end, there was no point making it a struggle for her while she was suffering.

[janescayre]

[rudely ignores this.]

...Okay. At least you're n-not one of those completely m-moronic martyr types. [Having at least some dignity and self-preservation is healthy for you.] It w-would have been stupid to just roll over and accept you had to be her victim without even trying to save yourself.

Did you th-think you'd wind up like this? Alive and well in another place?

W3 TUESDAY

[janescayre]

[AU WHERE WE ARE ALL PREPARED FOR MEMSHARE

anyway we get trapped doored. Enjoy.]

[culet]

[ hey what the fuck

okay! alright!! sure let's just see this kid explode. wonderful.

anyway, ]

...you're surprisingly good at being motivational.

[janescayre]

[yeah that's valid.

She flinches at that, averting her eyes.]

Wh-what use was crying on her kn-knees in the wide open going to do? We were sitting ducks out there.

W3 SUNDAY

[janescayre]

[we can either be at the antenna or in the void thereafter. Either way one gorgeous gal is languidly stretching her way out of post-mortem stiffness.]

What a wild ride. Whoever made up that business about lights at the end of the tunnel? They're as full of shit as a backwater outhouse.

[culet]

[ pc void my best friend. that said he was hanging out at the antenna for a long while. ]

Ah. You're still red.

[janescayre]

[we love a void so bad]

Red? [Squints at this man.] Red as a rose in the brilliant bloom of love, you mean? Or do I still got blood on my skirt?

W4 SUNDAY

[janescayre]

[there will be a container of three handmade pickle-plum onigiri at your trailer door. They are okay. Not great but competently made.

No note. Who could have done this.]

[culet]

[ woah... food... who else is feeding him now. umeboshi is a flavour he quite likes, traditional sweetness along with the sour pickle, so he eats one with gratitude. the others are full separate meals for him.

he will head out to find the culprit. ]

W5 THURSDAY

[janescayre]

[destiel wedding....this happens before it somehow. Syo is not awake yet you can have Fukawa. every day i think we will have a chill time in the graveyard and then we do not. I did not find anything extra inspiring so we can be in the foley booth, let's get those crew points.]

Okay, s-so...We have to make up commentary on the stupid crap these guys do?

[culet]

Guess so. I still think this is a really strange inclusion... fans are usually uninterested in crew.

[ poking his head around the booth with mild suspicion. ]

W6 MONDAY

[janescayre]

[what a day.

Coming back from the beach...]

Aren't you h-hot in that outfit?

[boy did you not roast alive]

[culet]

Not really. I get cold easily.

[ skinny. medical issues. ]

It might have been nice to swim, though...

W6 THURSDAY

[janescayre]

[horrible tidings in this chilis.

She is post-ballpit, thankfully. The wonders of magical healing have spared her of scars, knitted together bone and muscle and flesh as good as new. It doesn't spare everything though.

He may find her at the beach, sitting at the sand just shy of the water. She doesn't move to acknowledge him as he approaches, but rather calls out.]

Aaaah, another worried familiar face. Who could it be this time?

[for a giddy psycho-killer, syo sure sounds drained today.]

[culet]

[ hey, red. how's that soul looking.

he'll approach with absolutely zero caution, just silently walking up and crouching down next to her, hands on his knees. there's a little blood on his fingers - narja's, probably - that he either hasn't noticed or doesn't care about. ]

Only me.

W7 MONDAY

[janescayre]

[WHERE AM I.

Okay we're voiding. Escaping the throngs!]

I c-can't believe the gall of them, all just invading our private meeting like that! Now w-we'll never finish the Omega Caleb plotline!

[culet]

[ the quiet of the pc void... it's a relief. he is not an extrovert at all. ]

Very inconsiderate. The fans don't even appreciate all we're doing for them.

W7 WEDNESDAY

[janescayre]

[knocking on the orange lounge door.]

H-hey. Is Michiru in there? I need my m-manuscript back.

[culet]

[ funnily enough he is here but only because he's visiting. he's still living in his trailer.

the door opens and there is your grape! he's slightly. damp. and sparkly. with glitter. ]

Oh, Toko... um, yeah, it's back in my trailer.

W7 FRIDAY

[janescayre]

[OUR LEADS. She is sitting bitterly at the cliffs, hunch-shouldered and glowering up at the orb.]

Th-those wretched shits...s-someone should go back in time and split their parents up before they're born...

[culet]

A mission for after, maybe.

[ his usual calm valley of emotion is full of locusts. ]

w7 sat

[culet]

[ hello friend where are we? somewhere around the place, probably. out in nature. after all that time in the fuckin orb.

he'll smile when he finds her, opening a hand for her to take for a second. it's sweet when she squeezes it, he thinks. ]

You did great today.

[janescayre]

[I FELL THE FUCK ASLEEP GOD.

And yes please. Nature. Natural things. None orb. And she will take his hand, yes, giving it a squeeze and not letting go.]

We did. I w-was worried people might slack off about it because it was humiliating, but everyone committed.