[ oh the child is still here. lucien seems mildly surprised by this, but like where would have gone. ejected from the ship into space or something. well that's fine. if shoma wanders into the observation deck and gets close enough the feeling of ... skin-crawling paranoia, but that's probably exacerbated by the sensation of being so goddamn tired the walls are starting to move. it's fine! ]
shoma and roboji wander their way into the observation deck, and lucien might notice there's a sense of suspicion and discontent that isn't his own entering the room before the boy himself down.
but. also. it's hard not to notice the paranoia that isn't his and he looks up from where he was kind of glancing around the walls, lifting an eyebrow. ]
So're you.
[ because yeah, literally where would he go? send him out the airlock. ]
[ alli if you want this actual monday instead for any reason let me know.
otherwise we are planet-side because why not. he was getting tired of the ship shaking every now and then, and there was still a lot of the planet he wanted to take a look at. that is why today he's actually standing outside of the bitter bite like he's debating if he wants to go in and actually get a look for himself. of course this means he is kind of also standing in the way. pardon him. whether it's that lucien is coming to the club itself or he's passing by, he'll find that shoma's busy assessing the whole thing. ]
Probably one of the best places for information. [ this is sort of said to himself, but it's not like he's bothering to keep his voice down either. ]
no I'm just kidding. he is perfectly sober, and slightly better dressed than he has been. no blood at all on his clothes. amazing. just watching shoma debate for like two whole minutes because it's slightly funny. ]
[ well, this morning has been. a thing. he'd gotten a glimpse of who came back, and he'd managed to duck out of the way long enough to see lucien dip almost immediately, but that just made him all the more concerned.
curious. both. regardless, he leaves it alone for a little while, but eventually he does set off to see if he can find him. lucien, wherefore art thou? ]
[ if it's been a while, lucien has managed to extract the metal pieces and get some bandages over it all, washing the remains of blood and makeup and bad hairdye off - and gone to find somewhere quiet. if people have dispersed to follow the other injured around, maybe the lounge is quiet right now. ]
[ anyway back on the ship after the event...he is still wandering and happens to run into lucien. he gives him an appraising little look, tilting his head in thought. ]
[ he's somewhere that's likely to get a lot of high traffic, surprisingly. the rec room? sure. he's bundled up under the fuzzy blanket there on the couch so it's hard to see if he's actually healed much or not, but he is at least wearing other clothes?
but... ]
How's your face? [ after...mizuki...punched you. he does not realize lucien dodged he was busy disassociating. ]
[ the first thing you feel is pain. The wrenching, wretched pain of skin loosening and freeing the parts of you that sustain life - you can see the magic around you, deep purple and vivid-bright - and you know you’ve made a mistake. She’s killed you. You’re already dead, your mind is just faster than your heart to realize it. Vess DeRogna - Archmage of the Assembly and traitorous bitch - had won. She smirks as she watches you realize it too.
No no no no— I won’t be made a puppet, I won’t be made hollow, not like this not like this—
But you don’t have time for objections more than that. The pain stops.
For a while, it’s dark.
Then you wake up.
You’re sitting on the ground, in a field - quiet. It’s evening outside, though you don’t recognize the star patterns above your head. There’s the remains of something being packed away around you. A … carnival, maybe. There’s a large tent, half-fallen down, a few caravans to the side. Half of everything is in piles - poles and crates, costumes tossed in heaps. Bits of paper float by on the wind. It’s calm, like the aftermath of a storm.
No one else is around, except her.
“Oh. You’re here? A little earlier than expected. Hello.”
There’s a woman, seated on a crate across from you. She has milk-white eyes, and is much taller than she has any right to be. Then again, when you take another glance, she appears perfectly normal. Smiling, but only a little.
She’s shuffling cards in her hands (two, no, more than two, four, eight, infinite … two), deep red with a golden decoration inked across the back. the ever-swirling ocean blue of her skin is hypnotic, making it almost impossible to know where to look.
“I don’t think I have all of you … do you know where the other part might be?” ]
[ okay first of all, this is terrible on all accounts. like. this is just bad? he very much objects to being made into someone's puppet, actually, and he's letting all of this unfold before him before he's left with way too many questions.
why...does it feel like it's still a progress in the making? ]
What other part? [ listen he would ask this regardless, but also. what? ]
[ he's going to check the medbay first for lucien, and if the man isn't there he's going to wander around for a little while trying to hunt him down. when he does come across him, he pauses just long enough to get a look at him and check on his state of existence. how're we looking and feeling, fam? ]
...I feel like I don't have to state the obvious, but this does feel pretty unfair. [ going on one of these things twice? god. ]
[he is, in fact, in the medbay. wow. amazing. has he ....... learned something? Or perhaps it's just that even he can realize the obvious fact that he definitely needed to be in there this time. he's taking a break from the pod for the moment, digging around for something to cover the ... space where his eye should be ... ]
[ you know he still has a cup of coffee in his hand actually so that part's the same. but sometime after viktor's return (?) shoma is wandering through the biome and makes his way to the top floor where the butterfly garden is.
and here he spots lucien by himself. he pauses, looking at him briefly before deciding it's okay to go join him. also i suppose notably it's now obvious the metal casing around his arm is gone and his flesh arm is visible and healed. ]
You know, I can't tell if you knew about his return before this or not. Are you happy?
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anyway yeah, medbay! the state of shoma is: there's minimal healing, enough that he's not bleeding anymore and the chest wound is closed, and his burns and bruises are healed to a minimal degree. the area around his eye is healed the most, but it's currently shut given that it's gone. there are a few other areas that are pretty fucked up, like he got tossed around a few times, but things are stable enough for now to free up the pod for one of the others. he's probably going to have to pod himself again later, but that's later. ]
...the good thing, I guess, is everything's ready to go for tonight. [ THAT'S NOT REALLY THE ONLY FOCUS HERE, IDIOT. ]
[ what if i said i put us back at ch*polte. i will not, but he is at the food court grabbing some coffee when he just starts talking. with effects back on, he once again has cat ears that're laying almost flat. ]
So I've been thinking about this all night. [ it's debatable if he slept, actually. ] If this primordial creature's attached itself to the Eudora, what do you think the chances are that we can just convince it to break away from the ship?
To bargain for its own life? I imagine fairly high.
[ NOT THE CHIPOTLE. well, that's fine. he'll also be getting coffee. not from chipotle. ]
But it will be abandoning all the other worlds it has consumed to their fate. And leave our own worlds open for it to decide, one day, to seek them out. I believe we must kill it, and it can hear me say that.
[ he should honestly be relaxed after surviving all of that and then they find out that they aren't dead or being horribly tortured but instead he just seems
kind of shell shocked. what the fuck is he supposed to do now. he has so rarely successfully completed a plan. ]
W0 - MONDAY
You're still here.
[ dont just say it ]
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shoma and roboji wander their way into the observation deck, and lucien might notice there's a sense of suspicion and discontent that isn't his own entering the room before the boy himself down.
but. also. it's hard not to notice the paranoia that isn't his and he looks up from where he was kind of glancing around the walls, lifting an eyebrow. ]
So're you.
[ because yeah, literally where would he go? send him out the airlock. ]
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Where would I go? There's no exit.
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w1 tuesday
otherwise we are planet-side because why not. he was getting tired of the ship shaking every now and then, and there was still a lot of the planet he wanted to take a look at. that is why today he's actually standing outside of the bitter bite like he's debating if he wants to go in and actually get a look for himself. of course this means he is kind of also standing in the way. pardon him. whether it's that lucien is coming to the club itself or he's passing by, he'll find that shoma's busy assessing the whole thing. ]
Probably one of the best places for information. [ this is sort of said to himself, but it's not like he's bothering to keep his voice down either. ]
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no I'm just kidding. he is perfectly sober, and slightly better dressed than he has been. no blood at all on his clothes. amazing. just watching shoma debate for like two whole minutes because it's slightly funny. ]
Is that the best idea.
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w1 thursday
curious. both. regardless, he leaves it alone for a little while, but eventually he does set off to see if he can find him. lucien, wherefore art thou? ]
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What?
[ he figures he's come to ask questions. ]
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W1 - FRIDAY
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...but we had an understanding and we talked about a lot of stuff
i respected the guy
i wanted to try and help him
why?
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w2 wednesday
You've had quite a week already, huh? [ hewwo. ]
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Seems that way. As if everyone saw I'd had a rather bad turn yesterday and thought they would enjoy getting in on seeing more of that from me.
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W2 THURSDAY
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How's your face? [ after...mizuki...punched you. he does not realize lucien dodged he was busy disassociating. ]
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W3 - MONDAY
No no no no— I won’t be made a puppet, I won’t be made hollow, not like this not like this—
But you don’t have time for objections more than that. The pain stops.
For a while, it’s dark.
Then you wake up.
You’re sitting on the ground, in a field - quiet. It’s evening outside, though you don’t recognize the star patterns above your head. There’s the remains of something being packed away around you. A … carnival, maybe. There’s a large tent, half-fallen down, a few caravans to the side. Half of everything is in piles - poles and crates, costumes tossed in heaps. Bits of paper float by on the wind. It’s calm, like the aftermath of a storm.
No one else is around, except her.
“Oh. You’re here? A little earlier than expected. Hello.”
There’s a woman, seated on a crate across from you. She has milk-white eyes, and is much taller than she has any right to be. Then again, when you take another glance, she appears perfectly normal. Smiling, but only a little.
She’s shuffling cards in her hands (two, no, more than two, four, eight, infinite … two), deep red with a golden decoration inked across the back. the ever-swirling ocean blue of her skin is hypnotic, making it almost impossible to know where to look.
“I don’t think I have all of you … do you know where the other part might be?” ]
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why...does it feel like it's still a progress in the making? ]
What other part? [ listen he would ask this regardless, but also. what? ]
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w4 thursday...god its w4 right. fuck
...I feel like I don't have to state the obvious, but this does feel pretty unfair. [ going on one of these things twice? god. ]
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These things have a sense of humor.
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w6 monday
and here he spots lucien by himself. he pauses, looking at him briefly before deciding it's okay to go join him. also i suppose notably it's now obvious the metal casing around his arm is gone and his flesh arm is visible and healed. ]
You know, I can't tell if you knew about his return before this or not. Are you happy?
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[ he looks at the arm for a second, getting distracted, but then. ]
That's why I left the meeting. I got a message.
[ he does not answer if he is happy or not but honestly in lucien-scale he seems ... pretty relaxed? ]
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W6 - THURS
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anyway yeah, medbay! the state of shoma is: there's minimal healing, enough that he's not bleeding anymore and the chest wound is closed, and his burns and bruises are healed to a minimal degree. the area around his eye is healed the most, but it's currently shut given that it's gone. there are a few other areas that are pretty fucked up, like he got tossed around a few times, but things are stable enough for now to free up the pod for one of the others. he's probably going to have to pod himself again later, but that's later. ]
...the good thing, I guess, is everything's ready to go for tonight. [ THAT'S NOT REALLY THE ONLY FOCUS HERE, IDIOT. ]
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w7 monday
So I've been thinking about this all night. [ it's debatable if he slept, actually. ] If this primordial creature's attached itself to the Eudora, what do you think the chances are that we can just convince it to break away from the ship?
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[ NOT THE CHIPOTLE. well, that's fine. he'll also be getting coffee. not from chipotle. ]
But it will be abandoning all the other worlds it has consumed to their fate. And leave our own worlds open for it to decide, one day, to seek them out. I believe we must kill it, and it can hear me say that.
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kind of shell shocked. what the fuck is he supposed to do now. he has so rarely successfully completed a plan. ]
We're alive.
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It's impressive. Right? Like we went into this whole thing saying we'd obviously come out alive but it's different than actually coming out alive.
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