catch-all: itsuki.

[pura]

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week zero, monday.

[pura]

[Well.

Here's Nogiku, awkwardly holding a stack of menus while the ghosts try to explain the Sadako's vision for her beautiful lesbian wedding. Some of this is flying over Nogiku's head? Maybe most of it. She is gripping the menus just a tad bit too hard, looking slightly frazzled...





And then she proceeds to crush the menus in her hands the moment she spots Itsuki in her vicinity. Goodbye, appetizer section. Offering ten different options was probably overkill, anyway.]

[nightchild]

[Itsuki turns around, having sensed a Chill in the air... To his credit (?), he immediately looks regretful? Perhaps,,,, intimidated? It takes a lot of hand strength to crush a pile of menus? think of the card stock?

Look, he feels bad about how their last meeting went, especially when she wasn't lying at all about his behavior. The only way to prove that he learned from his mistakes is to perhaps... not bother her at all...

a stack of papers, invitations, seating charts, menus land in his arms. help]

I can take those off your hands, if you like.

[he gestures for her to stick the RUINED MENUS on top of his pile]

[pura]

[Sometimes, the power of misandry gives you super strength.

She scoffs and turns away. The ghost are probably still here, having a conniption over the ruined menus.]

I'm— [...? She cuts herself off. Clears her throat.] Tch. Mind your own business.

[nightchild]

[???? nogiku?

Itsuki looks curious, but the last thing he wants is Nogiku to stab him in the face with her crumpled cardstock menus?]

Sure. I'll be over there if you need any help.

[as if on cue, a huge pile of flowers falls on the table between them. some of them float up in the air and get shaken very aggressively in their direction. is it for flower arrangements? bouquets? some kind of pride sadako tradition?]

Wow, they're so enthusiastic about this.

[pura]

[It's fine... She seems to keep clearing her throat, but that won't stop her from generalizing about men.

But also, hm. She takes a step back when one of the flower arrangements starts to shake a little bit too aggressively in her direction. In fact, is it just her, or do they seem to be floating closer and closer to them?]

They could afford to be less enthusiastic.

[nightchild]

[she can't generalize if it's true...]

There's something about weddings that makes everyone go a little stir-crazy, even the people who aren't getting married --

[five tulips smack Itsuki in the face]

-- Oof.

[pura]

[...

A little huff like, hah. The flowers can have rights, actually.

Except the moment she does that, a whole ass arrangement bonks her on the back of her head? She looks so fucking offended.]

—Do they want our help, or no?

[nightchild]

[...this is so funny]

We should get started before they change their minds.

[he looks at the flowers... hm]

Here, why don't you pick which flowers to use, and I'll make corsages with them or something.

[pura]

[...

she plucks the ugliest flower from the bunch and tosses it at him. me googling ugly flowers like nature you good??]

kyuu WHAT are THESE

[nightchild]

[Itsuki manages to catch it with his low dex score and then he looks at it... it's even uglier in these monochrome shades of gray...]

Nogiku-san... [girl...] Do you like flowers like this one?

[he starts making a loop out of the stem,]

perfectly normal orchids

[pura]

[She tries to uncrumple some of the menus while he does that, clearing her throat again.]

I don't really care for flowers. They're all the same to me.

[nightchild]

[he nods.... makes sense, there are a lot of girls out there who aren't into flowers,]

You're not allergic to them, are you?

[pura]

Huh? What makes you—

[Oh.

She starts hacking up a lung. Hello?]

[nightchild]

[HELLO???????????????

Itsuki immediately grabs the stack of formal dinner napkins so he can shove them to her]

Hey -- Nogiku-san?!

[IS SHE COUGHING BLOOD? WHAT'S GOING ON]

[pura]

[yeah she's got that anime sickness

but, well. he might regret that! because nogiku turns to push the napkins away





and immediately coughs up a shit ton of glitter, all over his face.]

1/2 KYUU IS NOGIKU OKAY

[nightchild]

[well








it could be worse?]

[nightchild]

[is the glitter also monochrome,

Itsuki blinks rapidly, shit. there's glitter in his eyes, and now it's turn to try and dab a formal napkin at his face. it doesn't do much because it's glitter]

Um...

[is she okay now that she has expelled the glitter, itsuki needs to know]

:)

[pura]

[it is Glitter. it is probably colorful? a mystery.

She uselessly tries to rub the glitter off her chin, but ends up smearing it everywhere because it is glitter.]

Ugh...

[Eloquent! She seems better now, though.]

DON'T JUST :) ME???

[nightchild]

[at this point Itsuki's pulled himself together enough to look around, he pulls a bunch of flowers from a vase so he can wet a napkin with it,

and then he'll hold it out for Nogiku to take]

Here.

week 1 friday

[nightchild]

[here in the medbay where nu destroyed us,

Itsuki looks tense as he enters -- he's not surprised to see another person here, but it takes him a moment to wave, if Nogiku looks his way.]

Nogiku-san, [god this is] ...did you find anything?

[his tone is pretty dim,]

[pura]

[You know the vibes are rancid when all she really does is just. Glare at him a little, and turn away to stare at the pods.

Slowly:]

... No. Nothing. I can't even get the pods to open.

[nightchild]

[YEAH, THEY REALLY ARE

Itsuki steps closer to the pods. He puts a hand on one, but he doesn't move to open it.]

Shit. [damn!! fuck!!!] I know things were ramping up, but this...? How the hell did it get to this?

[pura]

...

[She huffs out a breath, frustrated, and turns to the beds.]

He really did seem like he would pull through yesterday.

[nightchild]

...Yeah.

[he follows her gaze to the bed, probably the one Ryunosuke was occupying.]

And there so many people who were hurt yesterday... [...] I can't tell why he'd be targeted, if he was.

[pura]

[Not looking in his direction. For a lack of anything to do, she starts to look through the beds.]

... So, you suspect foul play?