mizuki [spacecoast]

[verminous]

our zooky...

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w0 monday

[verminous]

Still feels pretty strange being in space, doesn't it.

[he muses, from where he's chilling nearby at the observation deck. there's a cigarette in his mouth, but it's unlit; the vibes are pretty calm, at least.]

Going all right for you?

[psynchroneyes]

—Hm? Oh, yeah.

[ All things considered, yeah—she's pretty chill, herself. ]

It could be worse. I mean, getting thrown into the deep ends of the universe without any warning is pretty bad, but considering...

w0, friday

[verminous]

[sup, mizuki. what a terrible way to start a morning, right?

wherever she comes across gregor, he seems to be working out that frustrated energy by just. cleaning it out. wiping down surfaces. it's fine.]

-hey, kid. You all right after that mess last night?

[psynchroneyes]

[ Well. It's productive. ]

Hey, if there's anyone you don't have to worry about much, it's me.

w0, saturday

[verminous]

-you and Shoma holding up all right?

[hi mizuki. he's less worried for her, she seemed to be doing fine, but him?

...well, less so, far as gregor could tell.]

[psynchroneyes]

[ oh, hey. she stops for him when he speaks up. ]

Yeah, don't worry. He's doing better now.

w1 wednesday

[verminous]

Guess vampires still know how to throw a party~

[hi! we're back on the ship after escaping the weird end-of-party late night vibes. he hasn't bothered to change yet, but he also doesn't have a copy anymore, phew.]

[psynchroneyes]

[ yeah who cursed you into THAT buddy ]

Still...?

w1 sunday

[verminous]

[unsurprisingly, he is out here somewhere smoking like a damn chimney.]

...think that's the best we could've hoped for, there.

[psynchroneyes]

... Yeah. Seems like most of us knew what to expect.

w2; saturday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Mizuki drags herself out from the trial room, but not too far down the hall, she stops short. ]

Aw, man... We gotta wait for all the good food places now, don't we.

[verminous]

Probably... well, at least there's always later.

[they have the bar? but. not a great food stand-in.]

w3; thursday

[psynchroneyes]

[ ... peeking into the medbay! ]

Oh, good, you're resting where you should.

[verminous]

Why wouldn't I be?

[c'mon he doesn't want to be injured either.]

w4, friday

[verminous]

[gregor's in the bar, with a beer in front of him; it's completely full, though. looks like he's only smoking and hasn't really touched his drink so far.]

[psynchroneyes]

[ hello. she takes a seat. ]

I feel ya.

w5; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ Somewhere in the megapark...

It is fucking hot, and Mizuki is lying face first in the grass. ]

I'm going to diiieeee...

[verminous]

So am I...

[he's even in a t-shirt because of this heat, just laying face down nearby. hell. he's in hell.

gregor is also rust staining the grass, with the several large splotches of it on his body.]

w5, friday

[verminous]

[we're still in the park fuck it.

gregor's sitting here with his arms wrapped around a spare blanket, smoking.]

None of our group, but.

[still bad.]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Our pupper camping trip... Mizuki is still huddled in a blanket, but she is skimming through her IRIS. ]

Goddammit. Why's it always gotta be more than one?!

w5; saturday

[psynchroneyes]

[ teej your crimes

Anyway. Mizuki is at some point showing up in the brig. ]

—Hey. You good?

[verminous]

...no.

[his bug arm is restrained behind him.]

w6; saturday

[psynchroneyes]

[ In the deck/lounge area! Mizuki is seated on a bench, looking out into the sea of stars beyond; Aiba, meanwhile, is seated comfortably beside her. They're not especially chatty or anything right now, but they are currently talking between each other a little. ]

[verminous]

Oh- is this your pal, Mizuki? I don't think we ever got to meet.

[yeah because he fucking died]

w7 endgame

[verminous]

[of COURSE we're at the bar.]

We really earned it this time, eh?

[psynchroneyes]

[ we at the bar!!! ]

Man, feels great to come here for good reason for once.