fleshedout | EMET CATCHALL

[Sometime after the NPCs appear, Hot Pants is walking around, gathering her thoughts, and...ah. Its hard to miss him. She beelines towards him.]

Those beings...you met them, right? Do you have any idea what they are?

[Hot Pants is in...the library! Weird place for a jock, I know. She just seems to be randomly pulling out books to take a look at them. She notices Emet out of the corner of her eye, and after a moment, she holds up a book and speaks up to get his attention.]

...You have books like this, in your world?

[Its a book on fairytales.]

[he'll check in at the medbay at some point! emet-selch allows some time to pass, for things like... you know. healing. but. he's showing up after a bit.]

-you've had a chance to be seen to, I hope.

[Her face is like stone. She doesn't look upset. But with how hard she stalks the halls, restless, maybe that tells you all that everyone needs to know.]

[She sees Emet, and approaches.]

...You saw it too, yes? That Ryunosuke's body was found.

[Hot Pants is already here in the cemetery when Emet-Selch arrives - she's dressed in a warm jacket, sweeping over the graves gently with a broom. For all the stern strength she usually comes with, today she's expressionless but almost dutiful in the way she goes over the plots.]

[She looks up at Emet, pausing.]

...Came for a bit of peace and quiet, I'm guessing?

[Hey, Emet! Sure isn't nice to be stuck in a bubble! Great. Hot Pants isn't even going to spare any words, using a splash of color to try to leave as soon as possible-]

[But with color, of course, comes the price. A set of memories (the first, 10-28, the second, 14-22) bleeds through, of Hot Pants trapped with two men in a horrific trap, forcing the regrets and sacrifices of the past onto its victims. Hot Pants, tearfully telling the young man, her heart weighed with sorrow at the sin she committed, about becoming a nun, and yet unable to leave the past behind. And then, throwing everything into the search for a corpse of a saint, in the hopes she would find forgiveness.]

[And her sins, wrapping around her, stifling, crushing her body even as she implores the man to save himself-]

[Hot Pants blinks..and ducks her head.]

Why do these things...keep doing this?

[we're in the void now boys

anyway, hello, hot pants. wherever he is, he's just-- leaning against something, arms folded. contemplative, stone-faced, with his brow furrowed.

he doesn't say anything immediately, when she arrives.]

[hahahaha god he hates emotion share. he is in hiding. it's fine.]

Hot Pants. I trust you have already noticed our new problem?

[it's hard to MISS leaking feelings, but.]

[their poor greenhouse...

emet-selch is up here to see if it's still damaged, brow furrowed when he sees that it is, and radiates displeased vibes at the sight.]

...I see this has not been fixed.

[he says from behind her, with a sigh. why!!]

[Someone is in....the kitchen! She's currently perusing a cookbook at the counter, glancing up when she sees the other walk in. She's still pretty golden-looking, with glittery vines and greenery also brushed over her skin.]

Hey. Do you know how to bake, Emet-Selch?

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[emet-selch is here to check in on the greenhouse today-- nebulously healed probably because i need to submit for healing but shh.

and on spotting her-- he's quiet, a moment. he knows he is not the most reassuring person. may not be the best presence, right now. but-]

...Hot Pants.

[speaks up anyway, instead of leaving.]

[Hey, big guy. She's in the greenhouse, and she's coming out to glance up at him.]

Thank you. For pulling Nogiku out of the way of that.

[boy!!

after all of that, emet-selch is somewhere around the apartment building-- probably on the roof, looking out over the prism.]

-what was it that you wrote?

WEEK 0 DAY THREE

WEEK 1 MONDAY

w1, thursday

WEEK 1 FRIDAY

WEEK 3 TUESDAY

WEEK 3 TUESDAY

w3, saturday

w4, monday

w4, saturday