[catchall for 45]

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week 1, monday

[slobjection]

[ after the big never have i ever fest, phoenix is just relaxing by the campfire. when he sees 45, he waves ]

Want to try a food that's quintessentially human?

[ and maybe chat? ]

[recrypt]

Huh. How can a food be quintessentially human, exactly?

[ but she's coming over, so. ]

[slobjection]

Only one way to find out.

[ offers her a stick for s'mores ]

[recrypt]

[ phoenix, that's a stick ]

... Do you expect me to eat this, or...

[slobjection]

Yes. Bon appetite.

[ he says that so seriously... then eases up. ]

But no. Follow my lead.

[ he starts putting marshmallows and graham crackers and chocolate on it... ]

SATURDAY, w2 post-trial;

[recrypt]

[ there was a tag here but it's gone now because the original setup no longer applies. break-in nonsense? no it's all compartmentalized now, baby.

so whatever's going on now, phoenix probably just runs into 45 wandering around the residential areas, seeming lost in thought. ]

[slobjection]

[ god...... he's still gonna fuss, but they gotta talk business too. ]

Hi there. Going over the trial in your head?

[recrypt]

Reindexing, yes. Or I suppose you'd call it sorting out your thoughts.

What can I do for you, Herr Phoenix?

[ it's not as cheery as usual, still slightly tinged by whatever odd mood had been clinging to her throughout yesterday and the beginning of trial and now colored with. what happened at trial, but it's at least a step up from the flat affect people were dealing with yesterday. ]

[slobjection]

Penny for your indexes? I know we royally screwed that up, but maybe you thought of something I didn't.

[ yeah, at least she's not asching. that would be truly terrifying. ]

[recrypt]

Still indexing, but ... maybe. I don't know about a lot of it, yet.

Answer me this, first. Is there anything you didn't mention at trial because you couldn't in front of a crowd?

[ since he's apparently the sole owner of some knowledge that apparently no one else asked about.

whoever used that power should definitely use it on 45 for a Fun Time. trust me. ]

TUESDAY, w3 sometime baby;

[recrypt]

[ apparently now that it's open everyone's spending time here. phoenix, you better not be setting the sewing machines on fire. ]

Trying to send a message to our erstwhile campers?

[slobjection]

[ no promises....... also it's raining, that's part of it. ]

Considering it... not that I was particularly close to any of them.

What about you? Wanna write to one of these guys?

[recrypt]

I wasn't particularly close to any of them, but I might as well pay my respects to my dearly departed cabinmate.

[ rip guy, scapegoated for having a bad day. ]

Buuut, if not them, then were you making something for the directors?

[slobjection]

Why not? Couldn't hurt to say hi.

[ rip.... ]

Just flexing my artistic talents.

[ gimme a memshare whenever!!! ]

[recrypt]

Well, I was actually curious...

[ about what, she doesn't get to finish saying, because it's memory time. please ignore the cafe part and start with the actual cutscene.

it's a little strange, though? going into the memory, there's a faint, persisting feeling of disorientation. a thin current of real and physical pain threading through the background that ... has no basis in what's being seen, right? it's a kind memory, even despite its fuzzy edges.

who is this doll? why is she so familiar?

--ah.

and reality crashes back in. right. the explosion. the typhon armored tanks taking aim, knowing that 416 won't be able to escape in time, your last charge of TNT, and a last second plan of--

you can't feel your arm past the stump remaining. there's something wrong with your chest. there's something wrong with your eye, and one of your legs, your system diagnostics are blaring errors and critical failures at you, and your team is yelling at you, for you...

oh, good. then it worked. they're fine. haha. ]

w4, friday

[slobjection]

[ don't mind phoenix as he tapdances everywhere???????? it's probably fine ]

Did you investigate?

[recrypt]

[ don't mind her as she touches every-fucking-thing she sees then, it's also probably fine. ]

Yes. I don't suppose you did as well?

[slobjection]

[ is she touching the dancing wonder..... ]

Isolation Cabin. You?

[recrypt]

Garden.

[ if there is nothing else around, then unfortunately, yes. she's being very literally touchy feely, unfortunately, and frankly this being emotion share week this is extremely ooc. ]

[slobjection]

[ wow... she must be clear then, under no other circumstances would she risk emotionshare. ]

What'd you find?

week 4, sunday

[slobjection]

[ phoenix is just idly in the kitchen, drinking some grape juice...... kind of staring at nothing. ]

[ but he'll wave when he sees 45 approach ]

[recrypt]

[ she waves back. you good there, feenie. ]

Hallo hallo, Herr Phoenix.

Tell me, what did you think of this past weekend?

[slobjection]

[ everything is fine ]

... It was quite a mess.

[recrypt]

Ja, quite the shitshow.

[ bluntly but cheerfully (?) ]

Any specifics, though?

[slobjection]

Hard to keep all the evidence straight with so many bodies and so much chaos. Think Minako having two killers was a sticking point, and Zenitsu.... well, the evidence was all over the place.

You?