[CONTINUE] Week 1 || Act: mingle

[foundationmods]

Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, despite this being your second 'time' trying this monday.

...Though....are there a few less Monsters here than there were before? ...Nah. You must be imagining it.

You still have a mission - and after the events of the last trial, you want to do your best to stop whatever is causing this.

But, hey. You really do have nothing but time now to figure it out.

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[moonlightalter]

[Atsushi has finished story number 2, and he is knocking on Fukawa's door to talk to her about it. He has the manuscript in his hands too, ready to give it back now that's he's read it like five times.]

[finalring]

[ as soon as the door is closed, the first thing solomon does is take off his mask, tossing it haphazardly on the bed. he can sense the other king's displeasure, and unfortunately that is only making him want to recede further into himself.

green eyes glance at gilgamesh, teeth grit as he tries to find the words necessary to express himself-- and he realizes that he's stuck, his mind nothing but static as he can't stop thinking about the possibilities for tomorrow.

the thought of losing someone important to him terrifies him, and he doesn't even know how to show it. ]

I have no answer that will please you. So instead I'll ask you, how you would want me to act when I'm seeing a 19 year old volunteering to possibly die and be forgotten in my stead.

IS THAT A WEED

[moonlightalter]

[He reads that sign, and he just sighs. Really? 'Special' cookies?

It is fortunate that this Atsushi is from the mafia and knows exactly what 'special' cookies are.

Instead, seeing Ren, he'll go over to talk to him instead.]

I have to know, did you really bring a 'special' ingredient all the way here?

[finalring]

...Why?

[ YOSHI YOU ARE SCARING HIM? HE IS SO CONCERNED? ]

[ugly_split_ends]

[He'll hear it, a soft, creepy voice. He's heard this voice.]

Ah... good smell from behind the door this time.

[It slowly creaks open.]

Mmmmmmmm-- yee~sssss. I was right! Hyeheheheeheheheeee.

[justonezero]

Because I needed to make as many friends as I could! Also, the experiments were interesting?

[le_mat]

Oh geeze. Come on, sit up. Don't want your beus gettin' ideas.

[dereban]

Absolutely not.

1/2

[ugly_split_ends]

Well... I'm not about to accept gifts on her behalf. Hold on a 'tick.

[She steps back in the room, just out of his sight, there's a sound of something being moved, an intake of breath... and then, a sneeze.]

[finalring]

Ow?!

[ somehow, solomon doesn't know whether to be angry at inaba or just ashamed that he's being seen like this.

so he's both. definitely both. ]

Y-you really don't show respect to your leaders?!

2/2

[ugly_split_ends]

[There's a brief noise as Fukawa recovers, then she comes back to the door.]

What...? Why are you standing here with the door open?

[accessorytomurder]

[She stumbles back up, sniffling sadly.]

[moonlightalter]

[Ah. It's Shou.]

Ah- Shou-san, hello. Can you really smell me through the door?

[romancekiller]

You mean it's a habit from home?

My name is Clarke, by the way. [she adds mostly because it feels weird to be addressed so formally]

Re: 2/2

[justonezero]

Hi! I have a gift for you!

[romancekiller]

Yeah, of course. I know what what you mean. [she knows that between the murder and the timeloop shenanigans it's been a lot all things considered but that wasn't what she was referring to] I just— I wondering since you were staring at the sign here.

[finalring]

[ unfortunately for yoshi, solomon's first thought is 'he's perfect for the foundation'. perhaps some habits die harder than others. ]

You really need to raise your expectations. Please tell me you will do that.

[romancekiller]

Special cookies? [she stares at the plate curiously, just give her a minute though to realize what it actually means]

[justonezero]

Ehh... Not sure if that's possible...

[finalring]

[ whether it's a shove or a poke, solomon can't help but feel a bit conflicted at seeing her like this. he can't help but wonder if she's...alright? ]

I--I haven't given up, you know. Far from that.

[ ... ]

Are you sure you're okay?

[ugly_split_ends]

Mm. I got close enough to smell you once. Remember? I don't make a mistake with a scent. Kyehehehehehe.

What'd I do to get you at my door? Got a kink you think Ina-baba wouldn't be interested in? Hyehehehe.

[accessorytomurder]

I just... h-had a cookie! M'... m'fine.

[She's lilting slightly to the left.]

'N you did. You're... making, making plans 'n feeling bad.

[ugly_split_ends]

...Is this because we met the other day? D-Don't get any weird ideas...

[Still, she's not saying no, and she moves closer, curiously.]

[finalring]

I hope whatever you took is in the tea.

[ he'll take a sip of it regardless. ]

Thank you. [ pause. ] And you didn't have to do this. The others...probably need more help.

[dereban]

[Inaba eventually lets go of him and falls back on her heels before smiling something a little cheeky.]

I was never respectful to Gotou, so I can't be entirely bothered to do the same for other people.

[Her smile drops after she says that, into something a little softer.]

But that's just me. [If she acts in that way, nobody can see her weaknesses. She has to be the 'strong' Inaba Himeko. Otherwise-] Well, I guess some of the others might, too.

[The gremlins in particular, honestly.]

But it isn't wrong to feel things, or to dislike things, or - a lot, actually. A bunch of us - myself included - are paranoid as all hell. Worried all the time... maybe even scared.

And I think that's fine. I... [She hangs her head slightly, taking a deep breath in, then out.] This is my personal thoughts, so take it with a grain of salt. But I think I'd prefer honesty than everyone putting up walls. Than having people going back to putting up walls. But I might just be projecting my own loneliness and worries.

I guess I just wanted to say that you don't have to hole yourself up to just only... want to talk to one person.

[A little antsy, she lifts her heels up and down, a bit of a nervous tic.]

That's all.