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[imagine if one of us is super dead this weekend so this post is never used again
anyway— nogiku is just. taking one look at the decorations,
closing her eyes,
and conjuring a fucking lisa frank cigarette with the weekly effect because this is somehow the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
what are y'all up to, fuckboys?]
anyway— nogiku is just. taking one look at the decorations,
closing her eyes,
and conjuring a fucking lisa frank cigarette with the weekly effect because this is somehow the worst thing that's ever happened to her.
what are y'all up to, fuckboys?]
][ this might as well happen, we guess.
chang geng is changing out of these stupid fancy clothes into his normal fancy clothes and will be in their frustratingly small kitchen, sort of - void staring, for a moment. into the cabinets with their junk food. he does eventually seem to refocus, but then just frowns, going to pull something down to investigate what it is.
because it's not like they can really do anything else in this place but wait, now, for what tomorrow is going to entail.
well, we're all alive! how's everybody doing? ]
chang geng is changing out of these stupid fancy clothes into his normal fancy clothes and will be in their frustratingly small kitchen, sort of - void staring, for a moment. into the cabinets with their junk food. he does eventually seem to refocus, but then just frowns, going to pull something down to investigate what it is.
because it's not like they can really do anything else in this place but wait, now, for what tomorrow is going to entail.
well, we're all alive! how's everybody doing? ]
[ damien is also coming back to change which means he is shedding layers as he goes, sorry about the jacket and vest on the floor of the shared space.
but now he is here wearing a hoodie again, bless. and he's throwing himself onto a couch to take up space and be passively annoying. ]
Did we ever figure out where the blood came from...?
but now he is here wearing a hoodie again, bless. and he's throwing himself onto a couch to take up space and be passively annoying. ]
Did we ever figure out where the blood came from...?
[ he glances back with the question, looking down and frowning at the discarded clothes.
the junk food is abandoned in lieu of going to pick those up, in a moment of normalcy, apparently used to doing this kind of thing. ]
No. Supposedly the Prism giving us another piece of evidence for the murder mystery, but I'm not sure anyone confirmed.
the junk food is abandoned in lieu of going to pick those up, in a moment of normalcy, apparently used to doing this kind of thing. ]
No. Supposedly the Prism giving us another piece of evidence for the murder mystery, but I'm not sure anyone confirmed.
[ maybe they should have asked for a food market instead of what they did... ]
... perhaps we should look into sharing with the other floors, when it comes to the kitchen.
... perhaps we should look into sharing with the other floors, when it comes to the kitchen.
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