pura | catch-all: itsuki.

[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.]

[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,]

[they are at the spins wheel back alley, Itsuki looks at the colors on the walls, and the symbols]

So what, is this entire wall going to get painted over?

[is this a mural? a grave? a list? this is like... rage inducing, and yet, Itsuki speaks in the same neutral tone as always]

[Itsuki's at the carnival, staring at the rides like it will give him all the answers. He glances Nogiku's way, then gives her a wave with (1) bandaged hand.]

I was just about to get in. Wanna come?

[he's smiling, but there's a sheen in his eyes that looks almost like panic, before it vanishes.]

[Well.

Nogiku wasn't exactly looking for him. But he is here. And she is here. So now she is staring at him... Hello. What is he up to?]

[Itsuki just immediately looking apologetic as soon as the bubble vores them...]

Um, I'll go first, Nogiku-san... [he taps the bubble, and hopes that nothing too stupid will appear]

Itsuki, Itsuki...

[a pair of women huddle against a hallway, one of them on her knees -- head bowed and unresponsive, the other with her arms around her, whispering. they're dressed in bright clothing, their make-up pristine -- except for the bruises blooming across their faces.

your stomach drops, and you turn to the woman gripping your sleeve, fear bright in her eyes]

...He's back?

[she nods, and there's a sheen of desperation there that you cannot ignore, you've seen it there every day. you're already striding down the hall -- voices and laughter echoing from the rooms around you -- all the way to the end, where you push the door open.

a man is sitting on a futon, but he rises immediately when he sees you. he grins, says something along the lines of 'i thought you said you'd never see me again']

I changed my mind. [your smile is slow and seductive, you know exactly how to play] How about it? Would you like a nice dream?

[he opens his arms in affirmative, and you move close, holding him back. then you feel it. something pulling at you, draining at you -- like someone's put a fist in your heart and is trying to scrape it out. it's unpleasant, but not painful, and you hold on...

the man starts shaking in your arms, you hold on, face expressionless. you don't move even as he starts hacking, coughing -- blood is spilling from his lips and from his eyes -- his ears, nose, he starts writhing but you keep holding him. it's hard for you too -- he's a grown man, and you're still a scrawny teenager, but you grab him like you've done this before.

finally, finally, he slumps over, motionless. a small orb of light flies out from his chest and enters yours, and your chest that felt so empty feels whole again.

your kimono and face and arms are covered in blood, but disgust is the only emotion you register. you grab the man's face and check his breathing, then slip a hand in his blood soaked clothes for a purse, a bag, anything worth keeping. purse in hand, you slip out the door, leaving the blood-splattered room behind you.]

[Everything just happened so fucking much.

When Itsuki runs into Nogiku in the grocery store, he will find her sitting on the floor in one of the refrigerator aisles, drinking something straight from the bottle. There are a couple of cans next to her with cigarettes shoved inside. This is fine.]

[WE'LL VOID IT FOR NOW]

Nogiku-san... [how's her vibe check,

itsuki's vibes are depressed, threaded with guilt, and also exhausted aka like everyone else 2nite]

[AT SOME POINT AFTER THE THURSDAY CHAOS...]

Kagami-san, it's Nogiku.
Did you speak to the residents after our conversation the other day?

[as soon as Itsuki sees Nogiku he'll head straight to her,]

...Nogiku-san, hey. Can we talk?

[he's clearly restless and his expression is strained, and his arms are crossed in front of him, but his voice is level]

[if Nogiku's in the lobby, then she'll catch Itsuki coming down with a pile of women's dresses in his arms.]

-- Nogiku-san.

[they're gonna curfew together but let's have this too,]

Nogiku-san...

[his face and shoulder are bandaged, but more importantly he's alert again,]

Your arm...? [ARE YOU OKAY QUEEN]

[after trial, a text will pop up dated to just a few minutes after curfew on thursday. characters will not be able to reply.]

nogiku-san, i'm sorry.
i'm awake so it looks like it's my turn tonight.
i'm leaving my hairpin with you.
please look after it until i get back
thank you
and i'm sorry again

Edited (I MESSED UP THE DATE) 2022-04-03 01:30 (UTC)

[nogiku is now in the fursona house with itsuki,]

Want something to drink? I've got a couple of beers in the fridge.

[they're just both traveling by node and enter the graveyard location at the same time wow,]

-- This is... [he turns on his heel as he looks around the neon landscape, with a familiar mansion looming in the distance,] So it's still connected here.

[very informative itsuki]

[he's looking out at the mostly gray landscape,]

This feels pretty familiar, huh?

week zero, monday.

week 1 friday

week 1 sunday

week 2 friday

week two, saturday.

week 3 tuesday

week three, sunday.

week 4 saturday

week five, thursday.

week 5 friday

week 5 satuday

week 6 thursday