will we oversee the smile of love and peace for everyone?;

[recrypt]

[ ori i need to let you know that this is the most hilarious thing i've read about this game so far ]

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SUNDAY? SUNDAY, w0

[recrypt]

[ Where is 45 this fine morning? Is there even more confetti all over? Have people been getting pelted with candy hearts again? Who knows, because she's not actually getting involved in all that today!

Instead, she, perhaps surprisingly, can be found in the kitchen, a couple of books clearly acquired from the library on one of the countertops near where she's set up shop, prepping...

Well, it's probably hard to tell from a distance? At least it doesn't smell like Phoenix's horrifyingly burnt grilled cheese. ]

[kazokun]

[ Is that what Phoenix was trying to make??? Food is served three times a day and yet people insist on doing this, why

Even if he can't see what's going on, even one book propped open on the counter is enough of a hint that 45 is somebody learning how to cook, and that's enough for Ayabe to warrant poking his head in. ]

What are you making? You'll want to keep the book away so the pages don't get dirty...

[recrypt]

[ She glances toward the doorway before raising the bowl in front of her and tilting it slightly to reveal... batter. ]

Right now? Just cake batter. It's not often that I get to have access to a place like this, so I thought I might as well give it a try.

The book's fine, by the way. I've been careful. ♪

[ I made a mistake in starting this PC in the kitchen because now we know that it's actually trashed, but shh time is fake. ]

[kazokun]

[ I'm going to pretend all my Sunday PCs are in the early morning where everything is fine and nothing's on fire and then all of the sudden all the destruction happens all at once. ]

Being careful is better than what most people can say. Is this your first time cooking? Do you know how to use the oven?

[ Is it on? preheated to the proper baking temperature? he's nosy and goes to check, so 1) the cake doesn't burn, and 2) the kitchen doesn't burn. ]

w0,friday

[kazokun]

[ Later in the day after he's exhausted himself crying about all this and losing his mind about somebody being DEAD, he goes on the search for 45, calling her name as he walks quickly down the halls because he can't remember what sense she lost, but between seeing him and hearing him he should have her bases covered. ]

[recrypt]

[ He finds her in the study, methodically jotting down notes with some of the supplies available in there. About what isn't immediately apparent, but it's a moment or two before she sets the pen down and blinks over at him. ]

Bitte, there is no need to yell. I can hear you.

[kazokun]

[ Unfortunately, he can't hear her, so his voice is still raised when he gets close enough. ]

UMP45, I was wondering if you saw what happened this morning.

[ OR IS SHE BLIND god trial's going to be a trip ]

w0, sunday

[kazokun]

[ Ayabe pokes his head through the doorway of the conservatory but looks around first before stepping tentatively inside. ]

45. Is it clean in here?

[ ARE THERE NO RATS please he hates this, both the idea of there being vermin crawling around everywhere and also the idea of Mammon plucking one of them off the ground to eat, Ayabe could fry roaches for him but he draws the line at rats. ]

[recrypt]

They've cleaned up everything, it looks like.

[ Not that he can see, probably, but she's closer to one of the rosebushes and looking at them with a critical eye. ]

There's nothing left to indicate that anything ever happened in here.

[kazokun]

[ He has to sigh a breath of relief, because between blood and rats, the place would have been a health hazard, but at least he doesn't have to kick everybody out to give the place a deep cleaning. Still tempting though.

He comes in closer to see what 45's up to, also glancing down at the bushes. ]

Careful with those- not all of them have their thorns broken off.

w1, friday

[kazokun]

[ He already wants to waste that rock to save Asch's life, but maybe shoving it down his throat isn't going to do it. Luna has it handled; Ayabe is no medical professional, so he leaves as soon as it looks like Asch is stable, and heads down to the basement where he can be seen pacing around the lake, from the gun room to the laundry room and back. ]

[recrypt]

[ 45 on the other hand is going to slowly leave the gun room, looking

well, she's still smiling! but she's always smiling.

she's smiling like she doesn't have an appropriate reaction to the current state things other than to smile. ]

[kazokun]

[ It is a broken smile

Ayabe looks like he wants to do anything but smile, stalling when he sees 45 like that. ]

Is... everything okay? With you, I mean.

[Because nothing's okay with anything else ]

w1, sunday

[kazokun]

[ I still have no idea what happened down in the basement but it doesn't matter!! nothing matters anymore!!!! All of this sucks and Ayabe has to occupy himself somehow, so he comes down the stairs with several rifles in his arms to return them to the gun room, walking properly now that the floor isn't littered with them. ]

[recrypt]

[ it matters because the killer got away and is still at large!!! but anyway when Ayabe gets to the room he'll find 45 with a handgun, staring down at it with some sort of expression. She tsks when she hears him come in, but. ]

I can count the number of you with proper gun discipline on one hand, probably. Should I ask where you got those from?

[kazokun]

[ He knows nothing about guns and he knows it, dumping them unceremoniously onto a workbench and taking a step back, wanting nothing to do with them. ]

Up in my room. Both Ken and Dazai have been hoarding them all week, but I don't want them in there.

w2, wednesday

[kazokun]

[ screams

why is there BLOOD and GORE and SO MUCH HAPPENING WEDNESDAY MORNING

as tired as he is, exhaustion is no match for seeing the three of them come out of the morgue(WHY) and trailing all this gunk across the floor(WHY?????). Ayabe doesn't catch up to 45 right away because he has to stand there for a minute to process everything and then clean the floor. God. It's so gross, what the fuck.

He'll find 45 later... Hopefully she's showered and everything by then, but he'll hunt her down like he'll hunt down all three of them so he can be ??? to their faces. ]

[recrypt]

[ well

she's clean, but he'll run into her in the middle of hacking up strips of cloth in wherever there is cloth to be found. presumably to replace the gross wrappings she came out of the room in, which means

some of them are unwrapped right now. the injuries underneath uh, don't look...

listen there's no way around this unless he's suddenly gone blind. because of the cosmetic damage, there's some exposed circuitry on her extremities. ]

[kazokun]

[ Is this how he finds out

His first honest thought is that he's started to hallucinate from the lack of sleep. His second thought is that this is a monster effect and instead of a dragon or a rat, 45 has turned into a cyborg. ]

45, what did they do? What happened?

w3, tuesday???

[recrypt]

[ or whatever day's convenient, honestly

She's hanging out in the museum, smiling sharply at some of the displays. Maybe it has to do something with that list of names they found last week. ]

... Like he's collecting trophies, hm?

tuesday works!

[kazokun]

[ In contrast, Ayabe scowls at the displays. He doesn't have the list readily memorized, so it's there in his hand scrawled down in a small notebook. ]

The raccoon's mentioned and everything. It figures he kept all our stuff, and will just take them back when we're dead.

[recrypt]

Some of these were kept in jars in that room. And... That pen. I'm pretty sure it's the one the detective tried to take...

[ The one that turns into a sword? ]

... I thought he did take it, actually. Are these replicas?

w3, sunday post execution

[recrypt]

[ she's going to give him a little time to decompress after the whole nearly died thing, but not too long later is when she goes looking for him, only to find him.

in his room, apparently. like how everyone more normal tries to stick to. it's domestic. civilian. ]

... You didn't volunteer for that, did you.

[kazokun]

[ He is never going to leave this room ever again. That's what he thought, but even though he's on the bed— flat on his back like he didn't just get clawed through- all he's reminded of is that he used to share this bed with Dazai and now

well.

He looks over at 45, brows weakly furrowed at the question before they smooth out again, like he wants to be angry but doesn't have the energy. ]

No. Why the hell would I...

[ There are no willing volunteers, he thinks. 45 is right there. ]

[recrypt]

Closure. The mercy of seeing a friend at the end, rather than a stranger.

[ what mercy is that? ]

There could be multiple reasons for it. None of them apply here. I shouldn't have assumed you all had a plan.

[ No one willingly becomes a monster, but some of them already have. Why not let the monsters among them handle what the ones who aren't cannot. ]