harley [spacecoast]

[verminous]

there are two kinds of 35 year old people

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intro weekend

[verminous]

[hi. does harley have her hyena. can i godmod you into hyena. i just thought it'd be funniest to start off with the meeting like this. wherever they pass each other:]

Think you got luckier than the rest of us, when it comes to companions...

[says the guy with a bug peeking out of one vest pocket.]

[messy]

[yeah!! it's safe to assume the hyena is always here. harley isn't going to abandon her son in a spaceship full of strangers. that's irresponsible pet ownership.

she stops with the hyena, and immediately spots the bug in his vest pocket.]

Oh, shit. You're actually keeping the cockroach as a pet?

[verminous]

It's already here... seems wrong to just squish the fella when it made it into space.

[the roach waves its little legs... indignantly? can a bug express this?]

week one, tuesday.

[messy]

[LOOKING AT THE CORDONED OFF CARGO BAY IN CONFUSION???]

What the hell happened here...?

[verminous]

No idea. I didn't hear anything goin' on before, did you-?

[messy]

Nope, nothing. I walked in and almost tripped over one of the signs.

w2 monday

[verminous]

[hewwo.

gregor's headed out to try to get food, intending to scurry back out of the mess hall asap to avoid people... but he's only gotten as far as an elevator from where he was. now they're stuck here, the elevator not moving.]

Not this-

[he has baggy sweatpants and a more oversized hoodie on today, the hood over his head and partially tied closed to keep his face as hidden as possible. it's a bit oddly fitting, in general. at least he's still easily identifiable by his voice!]

[messy]

Oh, come on!

[she mashes the button on the elevator, like that is going to do anything, before she siiiiighs. she is currently a furry, with her tail swishing behind her anxiously.]

Looks like we're stuck until the ship gets its shit together. [something seems to appear on the exposed skin of her upper arm when she glances at him, frowning.] You gonna be okay?

[verminous]

-yeah. I'm fine, you, ah, don't need to worry about anything.

[well, maybe worry a little about how warm it is inside this elevator, for some reason.]

w3, monday

[verminous]

[it's memshare week no starters we die like bugs

we're in the void, where harley will get to see this memory (runs through to 1:09:15.)]

[messy]

[imagine being powerful enough to write real starters on memshare week.

harley squints at the void for a few seconds, like...]

... Huh. [HUH.] Did his name also start with a G?

[verminous]

Huh-?

[that question jolts him right out of his disorientation, after seeing that memory again.]

Why would it...?

week three, thursday.

[messy]

[OUR ROACH... she's giving him a once over whenever she heads over to check in on him, and hopefully finds him still being a good boy in the medbay.]

So... Is more of your blood inside you again?

[verminous]

Think so...

[he's in the medbay! his voice is still rough, but the throat slash looks better.]

Still doesn't feel like I've got my head on straight, though.

[messy]

Oh, good. Then you're halfway there. [glances at his throat, though...] Is it easier if you just text me?

w4 thursday

[verminous]

[soots all of you. where's harley]

...hey. That, uh, looked pretty rough- wasn't sure any of you were alive.

[messy]

[she's in the medbay! just trying to fish her loot out of what's left of her outfit, and still covered in gunk because no one washed her up before sticking her in the pods. it looks like she might've just come out of them. the collar is still around her neck.]

Yeah, well... It wasn't supposed be that bad. We got some healing done back there and then it all got undone when we came back, like an extra fuck you just for us.

w5 tuesday

[verminous]

[well, on the plus side, he's not miserably hungover. i think a combo of bug genetics and being german has got him covered here. on the other hand he's bundled the fuck up because it's COLD.]

Ugh... I'll take it over the heat, I guess, but seriously...?

[messy]

[well. she's cold AND hungover. right now she's wearing a fuckton of layers, a pair of sunglasses, and both of her hyenas are curled up around her like walking space heaters.]

Just one week. All I'm asking for is one week where the ship ain't trying to kill us.

w6, monday

[verminous]

[we're going to hot dan the rat king's basement!]

How is it so big down here-?

[messy]

[gazes at the indoor roller coasters. is this even safe.]

Every day we get closer to getting sued for copyright infringement...

week six, friday.

[messy]

[she's glancing at the tvs now that everyone on the living side has woken up, looking tentatively hopeful?]

Ya know, I kinda thought we were hallucinating for a minute...

[like, nobody got up in the middle of the night to commit crimes? amazing.]

[verminous]

I kinda figured I'd wake up to the usual bad news.

[staring at the screens too...]

This has to mean nobody was afflicted, right-?

w7 endgame

[verminous]

Finally at the end, it seems like.

[phew! what a day. what a WEEK.]

Feels pretty good to have that thing gone.

[messy]

Finally! And may that bitch never rise again. [:amen:] Now all that's left is to shove our foot so far up Jeff's ass, that he's shitting through his mouth for the next three to five business days.