[He's checking out the music room, mostly just to give himself something to do and a way to keep busy so he doesn't depression void about this week because he likes EVERYONE WHO DIED!! YEEHAW THAT'S FUN.
Though when 45 meanders in, or even just by the door, Wei Wuxian will call out with:]
Holding up alright? Need a hand with anything, friend?
[ please don't ask her that, considering that she pauses at the doorway for a moment to take the room in. then she's breezing on towards where he is, though every instrument she passes has to be physically checked or played within some way before she actually addresses him, a hand still on the piano nearby. ]
As well as I could be after waking up to the fact that the person I was with at curfew is dead, I suppose.
[TAKE ME BACK! TO THE GOOD OL DAYS! OF OOONE BODY!
There's a quiet look at that, though. He still remembers how terrible it had been to wake up to an empty room on the ship, back when he'd shared it with Beck.]
It does mean that they likely didn't attack right in your presence, at least.
[If he were in 45's shoes, that'd be what he was most thankful for. He'd feel TEN TIMES AS USELESS if he was just an unconscious heap while someone was getting murdered.]
[He watches her fingers for a second, but his gaze rises back to her face soon enough. BLOODY FLOWERS...]
--Mm. There was a footprint by the petting zoo, too. Near the fence, pointing away from the animals - but it was only a partial print. We couldn't tell the size from what was there.
[Every week he feels less and less like pink is a blob of remnants and more like it's just one singular asshole, somewhere, watching.]
Hah... It'd be too much to ask for something simple to piece together at this point, I'm sure. With every trial we struggle through, I feel like it's providing more entertainment for some invisible audience.
[WHICH HE HATES. And then:] Is there anything that I can do to help? Do you drink? I have alcohol - or just water, I can get water, too.
[ maybe it's both. maybe pink is a blob of remnants that grows stronger and more realized the longer they all stay stuck here, slowly gaining cognizance and ascending to become the one singular asshole to rule them all. ]
You'd think we'd all be used to this by now.
[ ha fucking ha, though. her hands seem to stay twitchy, though, and she runs them idly across the keys. ]
I can drink, but alcohol won't get me drunk. I process it differently.
[ she is cursed to remain terribly, entirely lucid, unfortunately, save for in situations where she's under heavy processing load. even then, dolls generally handle that by cutting off superfluous and unnecessary programmes and systems; things like pain responses, the simulation of breathing, emotional modules. ]
[wouldn't that be funny if the remnants just became their own npc and it's like, shaped like pikachu or something.
Anyway he sure does just sigh at that. Just a longass, tiredass sigh. YOU'D THINK!!]
--Your effect? [He will eventually just point out her twitchyass hands. Then:] I do know the pains of not being able to get drunk, though. [He's not even non-human, he just has an inhuman stomach and also apparently liver.] Sometimes it helps just to have something sharp to taste, anyway - but if not, snacks and water are a good alternative. I can get either, if you'd like - or both. All three, even.
[ clearly it's that eevee from the pokemon adventures manga that can formshift at will. it's just got an eeveelution form for each murdergame, it's fine. ]
My effect. I'd suggest you don't come too close unless you want to deal with physical contact, because I can't really control the fact that I have to feel up everything around me.
[ or do come closer, and get a nice blast of roomba emotions. ]
Sure, though. I wouldn't mind, and it might be something to keep my hands busy.
Ah - hah, what an effect... What does that even have to do with arts and crafts?
[SOMETIMES HE DOES NOT GET THE EFFECTS HERE. His brow furrows a little but he'll respectfully maintain a distance. As much as he should suffer from roomba emotions, he's unfortunately acutely aware of how much feelings cooties sucks and is keeping a wary distance from most.]
But alright, mm. Give me a second and I'll be back! [TO GET WATER and snacks that aren't. From his robe. They're probably like, pudding cups or something. Also he's got some dirt mead!! YEEHAW it's a party now.]
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Date: 2020-07-10 11:42 pm (UTC)Though when 45 meanders in, or even just by the door, Wei Wuxian will call out with:]
Holding up alright? Need a hand with anything, friend?
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:19 am (UTC)As well as I could be after waking up to the fact that the person I was with at curfew is dead, I suppose.
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:40 am (UTC)That has him frowning for a beat, though, a crease of empathy at his brow.]
Which one were you staying with...?
[Remember the good ol' days when they only had one body and a question like this would be unnecessary??]
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Date: 2020-07-11 12:43 am (UTC)Minako. We were in the arts and crafts cabin.
I don't know if I should be glad or not that I didn't wake up to anything out of place there.
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:32 am (UTC)There's a quiet look at that, though. He still remembers how terrible it had been to wake up to an empty room on the ship, back when he'd shared it with Beck.]
It does mean that they likely didn't attack right in your presence, at least.
[If he were in 45's shoes, that'd be what he was most thankful for. He'd feel TEN TIMES AS USELESS if he was just an unconscious heap while someone was getting murdered.]
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:42 am (UTC)Right. Wherever it happened... she moved elsewhere first. With four dead, though, it's hard to say where.
[ But, well, with that said. ]
There was blood in the garden, on the flowers.
[ given how slowly they collect info during their investigations, how many locations are going to be involved this time? ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:53 am (UTC)--Mm. There was a footprint by the petting zoo, too. Near the fence, pointing away from the animals - but it was only a partial print. We couldn't tell the size from what was there.
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Date: 2020-07-11 04:46 am (UTC)[ and after all, whether or not pink actually exists, the game does love a show. ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 05:10 am (UTC)Hah... It'd be too much to ask for something simple to piece together at this point, I'm sure. With every trial we struggle through, I feel like it's providing more entertainment for some invisible audience.
[WHICH HE HATES. And then:] Is there anything that I can do to help? Do you drink? I have alcohol - or just water, I can get water, too.
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Date: 2020-07-11 05:20 am (UTC)You'd think we'd all be used to this by now.
[ ha fucking ha, though. her hands seem to stay twitchy, though, and she runs them idly across the keys. ]
I can drink, but alcohol won't get me drunk. I process it differently.
[ she is cursed to remain terribly, entirely lucid, unfortunately, save for in situations where she's under heavy processing load. even then, dolls generally handle that by cutting off superfluous and unnecessary programmes and systems; things like pain responses, the simulation of breathing, emotional modules. ]
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Date: 2020-07-11 06:30 am (UTC)Anyway he sure does just sigh at that. Just a longass, tiredass sigh. YOU'D THINK!!]
--Your effect? [He will eventually just point out her twitchyass hands. Then:] I do know the pains of not being able to get drunk, though. [He's not even non-human, he just has an inhuman stomach and also apparently liver.] Sometimes it helps just to have something sharp to taste, anyway - but if not, snacks and water are a good alternative. I can get either, if you'd like - or both. All three, even.
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Date: 2020-07-11 04:38 pm (UTC)My effect. I'd suggest you don't come too close unless you want to deal with physical contact, because I can't really control the fact that I have to feel up everything around me.
[ or do come closer, and get a nice blast of roomba emotions. ]
Sure, though. I wouldn't mind, and it might be something to keep my hands busy.
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Date: 2020-07-12 07:46 am (UTC)Ah - hah, what an effect... What does that even have to do with arts and crafts?
[SOMETIMES HE DOES NOT GET THE EFFECTS HERE. His brow furrows a little but he'll respectfully maintain a distance. As much as he should suffer from roomba emotions, he's unfortunately acutely aware of how much feelings cooties sucks and is keeping a wary distance from most.]
But alright, mm. Give me a second and I'll be back! [TO GET WATER and snacks that aren't. From his robe. They're probably like, pudding cups or something. Also he's got some dirt mead!! YEEHAW it's a party now.]
Here--
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Date: 2020-07-12 05:53 pm (UTC)[ or maybe it's just an oblique reference to that thing about how you have to feel the art.
also dirt mead? dirt flavored mead? aki??? anyway she takes it and like
did he get cups or are they swigging from the bottle. ]
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Date: 2020-07-13 12:25 am (UTC)He brought cups, too! For some reason people here don't like sharing bottles.]
Tell me what you think! It was a joint effort.
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Date: 2020-07-17 07:10 am (UTC)pours a cup. sips at it experimentally. swishes it around a little. ]
Between who, exactly?
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Date: 2020-07-18 02:51 am (UTC)Sanji. [DEAR, SWEET SANJI.] I asked him for help with the recipe early on.
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Date: 2020-07-18 03:42 am (UTC)[ the man runs his kitchen like it's his ship, probably. ]