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[teenrebellion]

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w0, friday

[teenrebellion]

No ETA on opening the doors.

[ sighs and leans back against his stupid pod. ]

It can't be that long, right? They didn't even give us showers.

[ it's about to be sooooooo gross on this horrible ship. ]

[psynchroneyes]

Oh, no. I wasn't even thinking about how long we might have to go without showers...

w0 monday

[teenrebellion]

Hey, did you see that weird guy lurking in the halls? I thought we were supposed to be the only ones on the ship besides the senior crew.

[psynchroneyes]

That Scrap guy, right? Yeah, talk about strange. I thought he was like, a janitor or something.

w0 wednesday

[teenrebellion]

[ he's still sporting a pair of dark red wings but who cares about that ]

How long are these things going to last, anyway...?

[ flap flap ]

[psynchroneyes]

... Pfft. That's a look.

w0 friday

[teenrebellion]

[ probably in the bar because it's one of the only places that isn't locked or where a man died of space tb--

kazuki just sinks into a seat miserably. ]

What the hell.

[psynchroneyes]

[ Sometimes that's all you can do. 'Cause same. ]

... He was right there with us, wasn't he? Both of them...

w0 saturday

[teenrebellion]

[ after that verdict, kazuki bails from the conference room as quickly as he can - it takes a moment to snap out of his own stunned state, but. as soon as he does, he's out. peace.

but he's easy to find, heading for the rooms with his guitar. there's a shroud of complicated, unpleasant emotions hanging over him if mizuki approaches, but there's an odd sense to it. more than anything, he's clearly shaken, and angry. ]

"The perpetrator must answer to me." [ ... ] Guess he got his wish.

[psynchroneyes]

[ ... ]

For better or worse. I don't know.

w1; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Wander into the rec room at some point and Mizuki can be found sitting on the cozy couch, watching the television! ... Only what's playing on the television is like, the space equivalent of youtube videos of someone's personal ant colony. Look at all those little buggers go.

She, however, looks deeply unimpressed by this, staring with her arms crossed over her chest. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ looks at this video. looks at mizuki. back at the video. ]

Wow. Exhilarating content today.

w1 thursday

[teenrebellion]

[ even if mizuki wasn't going to bully him, he's been whisked away in a princess carry to the medbay woohoo!

so later he's looking... a little better! not by much, but he's not actively bleeding, and his hands are wrapped up. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ oh hewwo. ]

—Hey. Feeling any better?

w1 saturday

[teenrebellion]

[ he's just vibing somewhere as he waits for the medbay to reopen. he has a fresh cup of tea yaaay ]

No danger, they said. It'll be a normal tour, they said.

[ people are dying!!! ]

[psynchroneyes]

It should have been.

w2; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ She is outside! IT'S SNOWING! ]

... No. No way. I won't last ten minutes.

[teenrebellion]

[ oh? what's this? weakness? ]

Don't tell me you're afraid of a little snow.

w2; saturday

[psynchroneyes]

[ In the rec room, Mizuki is becoming one with the sofa, sprawled out like she just finished running a marathon. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ he sees mizuki and blurs into a mess of a static. ]

That's an improvement from the floor, I guess.

[ he's already turning to leave again. ]

w4; wednesday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Post paintball shenanigans, Mizuki is seated at a table somewhere at the virtual party! She's got some tasty virtual food, and sitting next to her plate is something; approach, and you'll catch the tail end of a conversation: ]

—Okay, but that was pretty fun.

[teenrebellion]

[ he is probably just passing by tbh but he does pause, glancing over with an eyebrow raised. ]

Talking to your eye again, Date?

[ why be so secretive about it if you're just going to talk to it in public girl ]

w5; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Today, Mizuki can be found at the strip mall, looking into the window of a shop with plenty of cute summer fashions. ]

Maybe shorts, this time? [ ... ] Nah, they'd only get ruined...

[teenrebellion]

[ summer fashion would be so nice if it weren't injury week i'm mad on her behalf. anyway kazuki is just trying on a pair gloves. fingies or no fingies... hmmmmm. ]

You can just replace whatever you get. There's no real getting around it this week.

[ stupid effect grumble grumble. speaking of which, he does have a messy ring of rust and grease around his neck, and she'll see some on his hands and fingers before the gloves are on. ]

w5 thursday

[teenrebellion]

[ he would've been in the medbay this afternoon even if he didn't help shoma carry her there so. hey. how's it going. ]

Love these missions they send us on, huh? [ dryly. ] I know you've been healed, but... are you okay? And Aiba-san?

[psynchroneyes]

[ Howdy. Mizuki's hanging around, now thankfully in a change of clothes, though he'll notice she still keeps one eye closed. ]

I'm... better. [ She lifts Aiba up between her fingers, little more than a spherical object; the center of the "eye" still remains a dull grey. ] But I think she's still offline.

w5 saturday

[teenrebellion]

[ he'll be at the tea shop, a couple of leather-bound journals spread out on the table. two of them are open, so mizuki will be able to see they're not diaries, just composition notebooks. there's a folded photo set aside, near a cup of tea, as kazuki scribbles in the book. he glances up easily, though; seems he's not that deep into whatever he's trying to work on. ]

Did you and Aiba-san get healed the rest of the way yet?

[ hello ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Mizuki comes wandering in; she doesn't look her greatest, but tweats... ]

It's been like, thirty minutes.

w6; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Today AT OMEGAMART...

Mizuki is standing around the refrigerated stuff, staring at bottled tea in her hand. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ we are at the omegamart for the usual curse item deals but he does pause on his way out because this is... kind of weird! ]

You know you can just grab a different flavor if that's not one you like.

w6 sunday

[teenrebellion]

[ he's keeping an eye on the iris today, closely watching the conversation about the twins. but also, occasionally glancing at the ship itself with a frown. ]

It's just like the bridge...

[ breathing. ]

[psynchroneyes]

That's not surprising... Whatever's been hiding all of this had been slipping up more and more the past few weeks.