[ todomatsu is hanging out at the observation deck, though he's actually ignoring the view of space in favor of the information on this new watch thing at the moment, comparing each person who comes in to their profile picture (who used beautycam??) and briefly skimming their info for anything that seems useful.
when this guy comes in... jeez. he's torn between laughing at how aggressively edgelordy this profile sounds and thinking that actually, maybe he should leave. weird vibes here. ]
He can come up with some useful inventions sometimes [ and some shitty ones... ] and he's usually pretty willing to help when you go to him with a problem.
[ so you just deal with the fact that all he ever wears is an oversized pair of striped boxer shorts. ]
[ oof, he's tempted to do a big 180 and walk right back out when he sees scien at the observation deck, but then he thinks about how fondly dahut had talked about him, and how maybe he really is just another socially incompetent dark-aura loser like ichimatsu-niisan, so. he doesn't. ]
Hey...
[ he's still kind of in shock himself, and the emotions are sort of a sad, confused static, because what the fuck. ]
[todomatsu deserves so much better than this he's being so nice and scien's out here being a freak
because he's in the middle of checking every nook and cranny in the observation deck, as if it's going to give him any clues because he doesn't know how murdergames work. also in his emotions there's this odd, strange feeling of anger coming from him. it's still not exactly the right manifestation of the emotion, but it becomes more and more recognizable the stronger it gets. and it is building slowly - until it stops. disappears. and then... builds again. like a constant cycle in the background, grinding at the nerves.
his eyes narrow for a moment before his brain supplies Dahut's roommate]
No... He wasn't in the room when I left last night.
[ goes over to the window and looks out, like he's half expecting dahut to come cartwheeling by in a space suit on the other side again. that's what's supposed to happen, right? this isn't supposed to be some heavy, dramatic atmosphere. it's too early. ]
[ well, now he's turning to look back toward the center of the room. ]
Eh-? So, right here...?
[ fuck. though at the same time, it's a little reassuring to know dahut hadn't been alone that night. he really would have felt like shit if he'd left him in the room by himself.
he tries to think back to their conversations, but if anything like that had come up before, it's not coming to mind now. he shakes his head. ]
...Mm, nothing like that. [ ... ] I know he was... having a hard time, feeling so many strong emotions from everyone, but...
[he just points toward where the locked door was. help.
but scien just frowns at the mention of fucking emotionshare knocking out his stupid lil dahut]
That wouldn't have been enough to kill him. At least, likely not. Disorient, perhaps, but he was still fully conscious and responsive before we passed out even though everyone was falling apart.
Well, yeah, I didn't think it would... that was just the only trouble I knew about.
[ a memory of dahut being huddled up under the blankets radiating anxiety probably comes through vaguely in his thoughts, which just makes the vibes sadder... man. there's a little blip of curiosity as he processes the rest of that response, though. ]
Falling apart...? Because of the lockdown?
[ most of his own group hadn't been freaking out that badly. (just him.) ]
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