Sasaki is not actually thinking that, even though I don't think anyone left alive would blame him at this rate. God. Instead he's just staring kind of blankly at Apollo's dumb sign, like he can't quite process what he's reading. Murder? Murder???? WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS HELLHOLE.]
[The way he was so busy freaking out that he didn't even notice her pulling out a gun, very funny. I hope she just shows up and mercy-kills him in this PC right now
But assuming she doesn't, she can find him outside the hotel--he's got a little food from one of the restaurants near him, but it looks untouched. He's got his burner phone in his hand, though fortunately he's not, like, insanely staring at the crime scene photos he took--he's just kind of staring at nothing, trying to process everything that just happened.
When he sees her, he nods slightly, though he doesn't say anything straight away--what can you say, after all that?]
Life would be easier, maybe, if he was better at grinning and bearing it, if he was the type to hide behind a smile and pack everything away--but unfortunately, he isn't.]
Not really. [There's no point in not admitting it. ] ...M'tired.
[What if he just depression naps like Netzach until this whole thing is over or they all die. What if he did that.]
The place I come from is dangerous, but you can survive if you're prepared and if you're smart. There's some comfort in that. If you fail, it's because you know you messed up somewhere.
But whatever's been picking us off isn't something you can outsmart or "just prepare" for. That's... pretty damn scary.
[He shakes his head, rubbing his hand over his face.]
...No, it's okay. You're right. [They can't get complacent--not that he was anyway, since this doesn't really feel any closer to escape than before, but still.] I'm just--tired.
[Which feels like such a whiny baby thing to say, especially to her--but he figures it's obvious enough that it's not worth hiding it.]
Week 1, Monday
So...
... Seen any good places to hang, that happen to be nice and far from where the fireworks are?
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The way this is the first PC I have post-death so Kiruko gets to deal with his normie freak-out]
We've gotta, like, call someone?!
[AN AMBULANCE? SOMETHING?]
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[Actually he looks like he's gonna be sick now that he's said that out loud oh god]
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[ the lil robots... ]
... You okay?
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It's the only way to survive.
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Week 1, Friday
Sasaki is not actually thinking that, even though I don't think anyone left alive would blame him at this rate. God. Instead he's just staring kind of blankly at Apollo's dumb sign, like he can't quite process what he's reading. Murder? Murder???? WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS HELLHOLE.]
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also blankly looking at the sign. ]
... A trial? What's that even about?
[ also kiruko has a big-ass face-bruise that sasaki probably didn't get to see yesterday. ]
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[Turns to look at her and jumps.]
--Woah, what happened?!
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[HE DID HEAR ABOUT IT AT LEAST even if he was depression napping at the time]
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Oh, you mean-- yeah.
Thought we made it out, but then Miyu... and now Violet, too... Man.
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week 1, saturday
But assuming she doesn't, she can find him outside the hotel--he's got a little food from one of the restaurants near him, but it looks untouched. He's got his burner phone in his hand, though fortunately he's not, like, insanely staring at the crime scene photos he took--he's just kind of staring at nothing, trying to process everything that just happened.
When he sees her, he nods slightly, though he doesn't say anything straight away--what can you say, after all that?]
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no i'm sorry the gun is back in its holster. ]
Hey. You doing all right? [ a glance at the uneaten food. probably a good sign that he thought enough to try to eat, but... yeah. ]
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Life would be easier, maybe, if he was better at grinning and bearing it, if he was the type to hide behind a smile and pack everything away--but unfortunately, he isn't.]
Not really. [There's no point in not admitting it. ] ...M'tired.
[What if he just depression naps like Netzach until this whole thing is over or they all die. What if he did that.]
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[ comes over to sit by him. rudely reaches over to grab a bit of his food and eat it. ]
Wish I could say "look on the bright side," or "it'll be okay," but... yeah, I dunno. Things are pretty screwed up right now.
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He's quiet for a minute.]
...Are you scared?
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The place I come from is dangerous, but you can survive if you're prepared and if you're smart. There's some comfort in that. If you fail, it's because you know you messed up somewhere.
But whatever's been picking us off isn't something you can outsmart or "just prepare" for. That's... pretty damn scary.
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week 2, saturday
Did we... manage to do anything?
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We're still here, so that's a victory. I just hope it means we've won, and not that we're at the start of some other messed-up game.
[ our crau3 friends can look forward to that, though. ]
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[He knows she's not joking but the thought of doing this again fills him with such deep exhaustion]
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...No, it's okay. You're right. [They can't get complacent--not that he was anyway, since this doesn't really feel any closer to escape than before, but still.] I'm just--tired.
[Which feels like such a whiny baby thing to say, especially to her--but he figures it's obvious enough that it's not worth hiding it.]
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Yeah... I get that. We just went through a lot.
[ claps a hand on his shoulder. ]
I'm gonna see if there's anything good to loot around here. You wanna come with?
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