[now that the new locations are open, she's exploring pretty quickly - but as she comes into the apartment, she sees that she isn't alone. after a moment:]
[she doesn't sound like she dislikes it, though, even if she's a little confused by it. there's a curious glance at the hot chocolate, though she doesn't comment on it.]
[He'll put a hand to it and the bubble turns a gentle sunshine color, as a memory (until 4:46) begins to play.
You're running another stress fever. You've lost count of how many you've gotten over your life. You built up the last performance in your head, people keep coming back because it's different every time, but you're no good at ad-libs. You're going to let everybody down. You're going to fail. Just like always. You're so weak.
Muku, your cousin speaks. Soft and gentle, trying to make you understand. You're just grateful for him as he explains. Acting isn't the same as baseball. There's no winners or losers. They can fail and that's okay too. As long as somebody is smiling at the end of the performance, then he's done his job properly. As long as it's enjoyed, it's okay.
It's so... strange to think of it like this. You've never even considered that failing was okay, even though your body makes you fail all the time, whenever something is important to you. Every time something was important to you. How many times have you let your friends down because your own body turns against you?
You want to make them happy, everybody you know, and everybody who watches you perform.
He's so, so lucky to have Mankai in his life. Even Banri, even if he does bully Juza far too much.]
[the bubble doesn't pop quite yet, but she doesn't help it along immediately. she's surprised by this memory, and while she's been surprised in some way by most of them - this is positive. it's warm and kind, and there's maybe a tiny smile on her face as it ends, though that fades quickly.]
[He's strolling through the Simulator, this time it's Veludo Way. A busy and bustling city, a theater on every corner. Mankai theater is tucked away in a little corner, and the vibe here is bordering on home.]
[it feels a much too empty when she comes back to the apartment, now, but... she does come back a few hours after the execution ends, the burns on her arms already bandaged. when she sees kumon, she doesn't say anything just yet, but she looks like she wants to.]
[when she comes out of the pod, her injuries are mostly healed - the scratches and stabs are much more shallow, and far from bleeding. she's still stumbling around a bit, so it seems like her vision hasn't completely returned, but she can at least tell there's someone else here.
[she's heading back to the apartment after all that, looking for him, but when she finds him - she isn't quite sure what to say, though she still looks incredibly concerned.]
Weekend 0: Saturday
This is not the correct actor to do this kind of crime.]
Do you hear that?
[It's not just him, right?]
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[frowning at the door! she'd hoped it had stopped.]
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w0, thursday.
That's right... We share a color.
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Guess that means we're apartment mates. What do you think so far?
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[she doesn't sound like she dislikes it, though, even if she's a little confused by it. there's a curious glance at the hot chocolate, though she doesn't comment on it.]
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Week 0: Saturday
That was a lot spookier than I thought it was gonna get...
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What did you think was going to happen?
[she has no frame of reference for this, rip.]
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w2, monday.
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w3: Tuesday
[He'll put a hand to it and the bubble turns a gentle sunshine color, as a memory (until 4:46) begins to play.
You're running another stress fever. You've lost count of how many you've gotten over your life. You built up the last performance in your head, people keep coming back because it's different every time, but you're no good at ad-libs. You're going to let everybody down. You're going to fail. Just like always. You're so weak.
Muku, your cousin speaks. Soft and gentle, trying to make you understand. You're just grateful for him as he explains. Acting isn't the same as baseball. There's no winners or losers. They can fail and that's okay too. As long as somebody is smiling at the end of the performance, then he's done his job properly. As long as it's enjoyed, it's okay.
It's so... strange to think of it like this. You've never even considered that failing was okay, even though your body makes you fail all the time, whenever something is important to you. Every time something was important to you. How many times have you let your friends down because your own body turns against you?
You want to make them happy, everybody you know, and everybody who watches you perform.
He's so, so lucky to have Mankai in his life. Even Banri, even if he does bully Juza far too much.]
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...Your friends?
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1/2
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w4: Monday
w4, sunday.
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He's holding onto an amber chameleon and there's a book with him. ]
Ah... This is for you, Vin. From...
[ Atsushi. ]
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w5: Monday
He'll wave when he sees her.]
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What is this stuff? Do you know?
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w5: Tuesday
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I'll be right there
[and true to her word, she's coming in soon! she is covered in slime but she's ignoring that for now. some things are more important.]
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w6, thursday.
after a moment:]
Who's there...?
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[How many people went blind this Thursday...
He's tucked himself into a chair and is just quietly, anxiously waiting for everyone to get better.]
Are you feeling better?
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w6, sunday.
Kumon...
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H...hey, Vin.
[It's hard to know what to say, isn't it? After a day like this, what words even fit?]
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