what did they aim for when they missed your heart?;

[recrypt]

listen i'll set up a shitpost at some point (or you could give me one fwancy)

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week 2, saturday

[soba]

[ wait where is she. there are now in a hallway i don't want to tab back to plurk.

but toi pauses when he sees her. hm. ]

[recrypt]

[ she is honestly acting like

nothing's out of the ordinary? i don't know what you expect, toi. she's not having a crisis. she's just passing by in the hallway.

except he stops, and, hm. ]

... Is something the matter?

[soba]

Do you have a plan in case the antidote doesn't work?

[ he assumes she does but also

people are stupid ]

[recrypt]

I'm prepared for what will happen if it doesn't work, yes.

I wouldn't have wanted to reveal it so publically in the first place. [ not like... that, anyway. ] Everyone's hopes are up now, and we don't even know if it will work.

[soba]

[ he just nods. honestly... that's fair. ]

Well... it wouldn't be your fault, or whatever.

[recrypt]

[ she shrugs. ]

People can blame me if they like. I will be killing him, after all, if the antidote doesn't work.

[soba]

I meant, it's less your fault that they gave you a shitty item.

[recrypt]

I suppose that's true. But people aren't always logical when they're worked up.

[soba]

... yeah.

I've noticed.

[ the last hour of trial is always just

whew ]

[recrypt]

... Are you angry?

[ or not. angry, maybe, but. something in the same emotional category.

he cared about meltryllis, it looked like. and then there was asch. ]

[soba]

Of course I'm angry.

[ about a lot of different things. ]

[recrypt]

[ a measured glance. ]

But you're not moping about it, are you?

That's good.

[soba]

Moping isn't going do any of us favors.

[ sometimes, you must channel your inner teenage rage into something productive ]

[recrypt]

[ she approves, Toi. she also tilts her head for a moment.

then beams, her smile sharp. it's somehow a more genuine expression than her usual soft ones. ]

... That's the spirit. We'll figure a way out of this yet.

[soba]

Right. Just because we haven't yet doesn't mean we won't.

[ he knows a lot of people were expecting to have escaped by now, but

sometimes things just take time, unfortunately. ]

week 3, wednesday night on the mingle

[recrypt]

[ the flash of memory he gets is only this: a soft click, more mental than anything, a cool female voice delivering the initial announcement, and then two people discussing the rest.

there's no visual component to the memory, he'll just hear it playing while perceiving normal events in the mansion as per usual. ]

week 5, friday

[soba]

[ hewwo

guess they're meeting on the first floor! toi is... walking? it's more like he is holding onto the wall and very slowly taking steps forward. it's fine. how are you doing 45. ]

wait how'd I lose this notif

[recrypt]

[ are. you good, toi.

she'd ask how he's doing but hm, what if she just. signs at him instead, very simply. he didn't go to sign language meeting, did he. ]

You okay?