[ it feels like a chilly autumn night in this simulation room at the moment, dark save for a food stand in the middle of the room with warm lights and red curtains. the music is relaxing and a little melancholy, and the food looks and smells delicious — the kind of comfort food that just feels like home.
except for him. he's at the end of the bench with a half-full can of beer, arms crossed on the bar in front of him and resting his head on them. there are still cuts on all of the skin you can see, though they aren't bleeding anymore, and his hair is messed up a little in front. there's a set of crutches leaning on the bench beside him.
hearing someone else walk in, he raises his head and looks over tiredly. ]
[i am not strong enough to write proper starters on memshare week.
wherever they happen to be after their mission, they will both find themselves getting sucked into a rift where both of them will witness this memory.]
Kind of seems like the police or... superheroes or something would take advantage of that and arrest everyone while they were all in one place and distracted by backup dancers.
Please. The cops and the heroes have tried before and it never ends well for 'em. Besides, it's one of the biggest award shows of the year. Most of them are watching from home.
[ okay, well, speaking of villains and weirdly unrealistic scenarios, here's a return memory that makes it pretty clear he doesn't have room to say shit. ]
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drymonster) wrote2024-02-29 10:55 am
w0, wednesday post-party
Aww.
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Not the wings!
w1, thursday
and seated at the bench are todomatsu and five other young men who look exactly like him, each wearing the exact same hoodie in a different color. they're all in various states of drunkenness, most passed out or close to it.
except for him. he's at the end of the bench with a half-full can of beer, arms crossed on the bar in front of him and resting his head on them. there are still cuts on all of the skin you can see, though they aren't bleeding anymore, and his hair is messed up a little in front. there's a set of crutches leaning on the bench beside him.
hearing someone else walk in, he raises his head and looks over tiredly. ]
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she moves to sit down on the bench that isn't currently occupied, carefully avoiding planting her butt on his crutches.]
The recovery pods aren't anything to write home about, huh?
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Definitely not when there's only two of them, anyway.
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week three, wednesday.
wherever they happen to be after their mission, they will both find themselves getting sucked into a rift where both of them will witness this memory.]
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anyway. help. that was definitely one of the lighter memories he's seen here... ]
Um... sorry, what awards show was that?
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[ because the latter seems like it would be a logistical nightmare. ]
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[ not the craziest thing he's heard, but ]
Kind of seems like the police or... superheroes or something would take advantage of that and arrest everyone while they were all in one place and distracted by backup dancers.
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Please. The cops and the heroes have tried before and it never ends well for 'em. Besides, it's one of the biggest award shows of the year. Most of them are watching from home.
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[ okay, well, speaking of villains and weirdly unrealistic scenarios, here's a return memory that makes it pretty clear he doesn't have room to say shit. ]
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stares]
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