[i'm personally sorry to strohl but his headache is suddenly going to get worse because yoru is wandering out of the xpress stuff 2 go, holding an empty glass bottle...
and then she abruptly SMASHES it on the ground and crouches down next to the mess on the floor, inspecting the broken shards.]
[ as yoru is wandering about doing yoru things, she might note a smell coming from the restaurant that's decidedly not steak. it smells good, though - something spicy and delicious smelling, wafting up from the kitchen stairs.
[ what's cooking is a very delicious, spicy smelling roast of some kind - it's mouthwateringly good, and the person cooking it is...strohl! he's shed his coat and is tending to the pot when she makes her way in.
at the sound of footsteps, strohl glances up. oh. not asa. yoru! stab girl. she gets a sup nod in greeting anyhow. ]
You in here for the kitchen? Or come in by the smell?
[ strohl's on his way to the kitchen after having done his i have to run out of the door at mach fuck to see my separation anxiety partner(s) routine, and he spots yoru and her bitch eating crackers (literal)
the tone makes him wrinkle his nose, but he makes his way over, shedding his coat and rolling up his sleeves. cooking time. ]
Yeah. [ he doesn't even disagree ] ...Still. Feels nice to get outside and breathe the actual air, doesn't it? Maybe people'll be less insane now that we're out of that building.
[ smashcut to the great network fiasco of several hours from now ]
[ yoru was in the sim room so she gets to see this happen in real time! by which i mean strohl doesn't even look at the announcements when he wakes up. why would he have to? vi was right there.
he doesn't even move, at first. just stares at the wall, the entire world narrowed down to nothing but ringing in his ears, to tunnel vision, to nothing, and before everyone else has even properly processed what happened he's up, storming out of the room, not caring who or what he pushes over in the way.
and as the rest of the room begins to react, there's a noise - a scream like a feral animal, and the sound of glass shattering.
[it's very easy to take stock of who's here and who isn't when they were all piled into the same room like this, huh. she will be deeply offended by the fact that someone touched their team again in a minute, but first — hm. well.
she follows strohl out of the room, trying to get a look at how badly he's losing it right now. she'll hang back to watch until she's noticed or he decides to move somewhere else.]
[ well she comes out just in time to see him fucking destroy the closest departure screen with his greatsword. the two-hander is made for things like this - critical hits, big power, and the screen shatters on contact, sending glass flying and electric sparks jittering outwards from the destroyed electronic.
he's standing there after he's destroyed it - breathing hard, shoulders hunched up by his head. she'll even see him look at his phone when it goes off almost automatically, make another feral animal noise and absolutely football spike it into the ground.
his tattoo of the week becomes more blatant, throughout this time - like paint leaking across his back, blotting out the proud halian crest on his coat.
FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED
he takes a deep, shuddering breath once he yeets his phone. what a good day this is ]
[ in the lounge, where strohl is sliding yoru a breakfast plate this morning - eggs and toast and bacon. it is all delicious. he has been stress cooking so bad. ]
Have you gone out to the departures, yet? Anything of interest?
[ its so funny to see our pc log so small when i know we have had approximately ten million threads meowsandry codepndence is real
anyway. wow that was messy. strohl's sitting at one of the bars (i have barely read the locations so if all the bars are horrible thats on me) with a half empty ale in one hand - the bags under his eyes are especially pronounced after all that and looks a little bit like a mess, clearly exhausted. however, he does seem stable, at least?
though he's sitting and rubbing his temples, when he hears footsteps, he glances up, and then just kind of gives a half sup nod. hey, yoru. ]
[ its another game where we're in 100 group pcs together so our personal pc log is so tiny
anyway
what a fuckin day already it's been five minutes. strohl gives yoru a Look from where he is hanging out in the kitchen writing things down when she comes into the lounge. ]
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weekend 0 sat
what a long ass day this has been ]
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and then she abruptly SMASHES it on the ground and crouches down next to the mess on the floor, inspecting the broken shards.]
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okay well listen he jumps like half a foot where he's sitting ]
-- bloody-- [ GOD HELLO ] - What the hell?
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week 0 monday
come investigate? ]
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at the sound of footsteps, strohl glances up. oh. not asa. yoru! stab girl. she gets a sup nod in greeting anyhow. ]
You in here for the kitchen? Or come in by the smell?
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week zero, friday...2!
... First one to die, huh?
[said, like, wow... that's so embarrassing for him...]
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the tone makes him wrinkle his nose, but he makes his way over, shedding his coat and rolling up his sleeves. cooking time. ]
Seems like. God only knows why.
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week 1 monday
Cheerful place, isn't it. [ deadpan... hello ]
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It's filthy.
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Yeah. [ he doesn't even disagree ] ...Still. Feels nice to get outside and breathe the actual air, doesn't it? Maybe people'll be less insane now that we're out of that building.
[ smashcut to the great network fiasco of several hours from now ]
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week 1 friday
he doesn't even move, at first. just stares at the wall, the entire world narrowed down to nothing but ringing in his ears, to tunnel vision, to nothing, and before everyone else has even properly processed what happened he's up, storming out of the room, not caring who or what he pushes over in the way.
and as the rest of the room begins to react, there's a noise - a scream like a feral animal, and the sound of glass shattering.
wuh oh ]
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she follows strohl out of the room, trying to get a look at how badly he's losing it right now. she'll hang back to watch until she's noticed or he decides to move somewhere else.]
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he's standing there after he's destroyed it - breathing hard, shoulders hunched up by his head. she'll even see him look at his phone when it goes off almost automatically, make another feral animal noise and absolutely football spike it into the ground.
his tattoo of the week becomes more blatant, throughout this time - like paint leaking across his back, blotting out the proud halian crest on his coat.
FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED HER AGAIN FAILED
he takes a deep, shuddering breath once he yeets his phone. what a good day this is ]
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week one, saturday.
... Well? Are you satisfied?
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Not until this whole thing's done. [ and, again, burnt to the ground. ] ...But I have few regrets.
What about you?
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week 2, monday
Have you gone out to the departures, yet? Anything of interest?
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Not really. It's just another city to look at.
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anyway. wow that was messy. strohl's sitting at one of the bars (i have barely read the locations so if all the bars are horrible thats on me) with a half empty ale in one hand - the bags under his eyes are especially pronounced after all that and looks a little bit like a mess, clearly exhausted. however, he does seem stable, at least?
though he's sitting and rubbing his temples, when he hears footsteps, he glances up, and then just kind of gives a half sup nod. hey, yoru. ]
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all the bars are questionable. maybe we're at hooters. who knows. she just observes him for a moment, frowning.]
Will you be wallowing in your sorrows for long?
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week six, monday.
... They deserved to choke on those crayons.
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Glad to see nothing's changed.
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week 7 monday
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what a fuckin day already it's been five minutes. strohl gives yoru a Look from where he is hanging out in the kitchen writing things down when she comes into the lounge. ]
Tell me you're not also cursed.
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Of course I'm not.
[little did she know they would both get So Cursed later.
also lmk if you wanted to play with any effects last min like memshare and whatnot]