an artificial emotion no display of sentiment;

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[ something for luna goes here i'll find a shitpost eventually nik ]

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TUESDAY, w0

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[ 45 haunts the library, study, and kitchen a fair amount of the time and keeps odd hours, so there's the chance they might run into each other by chance entirely naturally during the day,

but if not, then it's late at night when 45 stumbles into Luna- possibly literally, honestly. but if that does happen she's ignoring it. ]

Hello again. Luna, correct? How have you been holding up?

[brokethefirst]

[Oddly enough, it's very, very late at night when Luna nearly runs into 45 on turning the corner into the library, yelping quietly before slapping a hand over her mouth.]

O-oh no, I'm so sorry...

Yes, it's Luna. I, um... [Her smile goes sheepish.] I... can you rephrase the question you just asked? I apologize. My hearing seems to have been, um... affected.

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Nein, it is partially my fault too. Corners seem to be a bit of a problem lately.

[ But at the request she pauses, then repeats herself, the mouth movements more pronounced. ]

How have you been doing?

[brokethefirst]

Me? Oh, I'm okay... All things considered, anyway.

[Her look turns pointedly concerned, though, looking 45 up and down.]

You... go by a number for your name, if I remember correctly from Galo. Are you, um... having trouble with your sight?

[recrypt]

My designation is UMP45, yes, but feel free to call me 45. There's other UMPs out there, after all.

[ but she runs a hand up and down her eye - the scarred one. ]

Normally it does not give me issue. As of this week, though, it has.

SUNDAY, WEEK 2

[brokethefirst]

[WELL THAT SURE WAS A THING WASN'T IT

It will take her a bit, but Luna will eventually start to wander the house, specifically looking for 45 with a very specific question on her mind.




If she's down in the gun room i'm gonna scream.]

[recrypt]

[ Luckily for Luna she's not in the gun room.

She's actually in the music room? Sat down on a bench somewhere, a flute that she's not touching nearby. ]

[brokethefirst]

[Oh, that's a pleasant surprise. She'll approach only close enough to politely get her attention.]

I was hoping I'd find you, 45. Am I interrupting?

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[ A brief incline of her head. ]

Not in the least. What is it that I can do for you, Luna?

[brokethefirst]

[Just. Gonna steal the piano bench for a minute.]

I just have a couple of questions about today, if you don't mind.

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[ Well, there's plenty of room, so. ]

And what would those questions happen to be?

[brokethefirst]

Nothing too complicated, hopefully. A couple of them shouldn't surprise you.

Could you explain what was in the syringe from the execution?

[recrypt]

I cannot. All I can say is that it was an unlabeled syringe we found in the morgue after our incident there.

There was no information attached on what it would do, so we asked. Peach said it resembled an antidote she was trying to make.

We had no idea if it would work or not.

[brokethefirst]

So you assumed the risk taken might be better than a possible execution. Is that correct?

[recrypt]

Well. I was prepared for both possible outcomes- the serum working, and the serum not working.

I'm not sure if I could say the same for some of the others. But yes, I suppose.

[brokethefirst]

[Mm. Yeah, she remembers the gun.]

Was that the only dose?

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... The only one we found. There was nothing else even remotely similar in the morgue.

[ a neutral expression, and another measured pause as she studies Luna ]

I half keep expecting for someone to tell me that we should have saved it.

[ for study, to replicate. for someone more important. whatever. ]

TUESDAY EVENING, w3

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[ This evening, 45 will be found haunting the chapel, seeming ... a little more on edge than she usually is? It's fine, probably.

It's probably just the memory share thing going on, obviously no one else is going to try going to the chapel for some peace and quiet, right. ]