[ love that they are literal neighbors. the stoic, introverted gays with issues. what is he looking at here does ryo have a cool eyepatch yet? i'm waiting /taps watch (jk)
jingheng also blinks and then reaches into his jacket to pull out
a sandwich, wrapped up and from the food court? maybe? he holds it out. ]
[ it is fully wrapped! it is a very inoffensive sandwich. it's probably from wherever he could stand to walk to while lu bixing wasn't watching him like a hawk. ]
Mmh. Shit.
[ that sucks ]
Where did they take you? When we met back up in the comms room.
[ thank you for the sandwich. he won't eat it right away because that's awkward. ]
It was just a room. It didn't have any doors, windows, or anything in it except the communication device I used to talk to you. It really made the dorms seem less terrible.
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week 0, monday
they can hear the music from out here and they're not even inside yet... he frowns. ]
Is going deaf part of the torture?
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[ pushing open the door to this bar and immediately hearing the disgusting sound of sticky floor and nice shoes just. sounding awful. ]
Among other things it seems.
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I have several questions about their definitions of hell.
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What are they?
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[ OR THEIR EARS? whose nightmare is this ]
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Yes. They specifically hate those.
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... this is somehow worse than the jail.
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[ yet. he trails behind the bar, swiping a stool with a gloved hand and making a :nyeh: face once more.
the soft popping of a fridge and a "tch" sound. ]
Beer.
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[ he can't say that he expected there to be much variety, going by everything else that's here, but maybe something else? really cheap wine? ]
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[ standing up to kick the door shut and glancing behind the bar. ]
How long has it been since someone's cleaned this place?
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[ supposedly. if this is hell, then supposedly other people should have went through this island when they got here. ]
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[ he frowns ]
Do you want one.
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[ it is doubtful it's been poisoned, since nothing else has been so far and also they don't know it's a murdergame yet. ]
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he does sniff and makes no face but his gauntleted finger taps the cup twice. ]
Zhanlu should be doing this, not me.
[ sips drink and... taps cup again. dissatisfied. ]
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[ he takes a sip. and he doesn't quite make a face, but his brow furrows. ]
That's what listed as your item, right?
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An AI.
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Really? That's interesting. We have them where I'm from, but they're not as advanced as they could be.
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But he can integrate with technology, cars, computers, the like, control it from within. Gather data, enact large-scale orders.
[ he hums ]
Lu and I are from a galaxy. Humanity has traveled far.
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I see. What year is it, for the two of you?
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New Sidereal Calendar... the year's not clear. 290, I think.
[ but like don't quote me on that this book is 1,500 pages. ]
I spent around a decade nearly braindead and a prisoner. So it's a blur.
week 1, thursday
apparently they are literal neighbors, so. they are coincidentally in the hall at the same time for whatever reason.
ryo just blinks his eye when he sees him, like they didn't just spend a day together. ]
Bandaged?
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jingheng also blinks and then reaches into his jacket to pull out
a sandwich, wrapped up and from the food court? maybe? he holds it out. ]
Mm.
How is your eye?
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then he looks back at lin jingheng. ]
I cleaned it. There's nothing left of it.
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Mmh. Shit.
[ that sucks ]
Where did they take you? When we met back up in the comms room.
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It was just a room. It didn't have any doors, windows, or anything in it except the communication device I used to talk to you. It really made the dorms seem less terrible.
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The fuck was the point of separating us?
[ truly. he frowns though. ]
Some team-building.
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[ so, something further to distract them. ]