space coast pcs: sora jingu

[drymonster]

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w0, wednesday post-party

[drymonster]

[ todomatsu is kind of a drunk mess by the end of the party, and is probably slouched against a wall somewhere afterward chugging a bottle of water and thinking muddled thoughts about what bullshit it is that the only person he got to kiss was a middle aged roach man.

but he'll scramble to straighten up and make himself presentable when he notices sora, because she is both pretty (in a cougar way that he's like, only semi into, but it's not like he'd say no) and kind of intimidating. ]

Ah, hello, Jingle— [ jingle???? fuck ] —Jingu-san! Did you enjoy the party?

w0, saturday post-trial

[drymonster]

[ whoof. that was a lot, and todomatsu eventually finds his way to the lounge, giving sora a wave as he sits down on one of the couches nearby and sighs tiredly. ]

Hey. You're feeling okay after that— well, I guess there wouldn't be any lingering effects from a simulation, but.

w1, monday

[drymonster]

[ todomatsu is in a nice new outfit hanging out at a vampire nightclub, because they may be bloodsucking aliens, but at least none of them have overheard any humiliating thoughts from him, so he figures he's probably got a better chance of getting some here than back on the ship.

except these vampires don't seem nearly as interested in his hot pulsing veins as he'd hoped, so now he's just standing at a table off to the side somewhere with a basket of pretzel bites that he's cautiously biting in half and then examining under his phone flashlight to make sure they're not blood-filled. ]

w1, friday

[drymonster]

[ well i guess since we got kicked out of the food court we can just be walking somewhere... or "walking" in his case, he hates these crutches. especially now!!! he's just going to think about viktor every time he looks at these things!!! ]

What the hell... there wasn't even an error like there was last time, was there?

w1, sunday

[drymonster]

[ back at the food court sunday evening, now with less murder... he's crutch-free and much more healed now, sipping a not-starbucks latte.

if she makes eye contact, he'll wave. ]

[barriermaddened]

[---------
Dream: The Doomed Fragility of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Fateful Encounter of Yugo Jingu (YOU ARE HERE, only this memory will happen, yup)
Memory: The Contradictory Existence of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Necessary Hypocrisy of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Loving Cruelty of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Endless Sorrow of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Unhinged Madness of Sora Jingu
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When the memory starts, it seems clear this is from the eyes of Sora. What other explanation is there? THe setting is...ominous. Brown cobblestone forms the ground. A red atmosphere fills the sky -- but this is no outside, this is an eldritch location. Floating objects and pieces of walls litter the air, and there seems to be no end to this place.

And in front of Sora, an unknown man. Young, he seems to be almost on his thirties. Sora, though...odd thing, from the way the perspective works, it'd seem she's...levitating. The man stares right at her. There's a profound grief in his eyes, painful to see.

And when he begins talking...a truth becomes clearer. Whatever this woman in the CSS Eudora is, it isn't actually Sora Jingu.

When Yugo finishes his speech...the entity he's talking to nods.

"Sure. I suppose I can do it, until you find a more permanent solution."

After a flash of darkness, the perspective has changed. It seems...the entity is now standing on the floor, at the right height for the Sora Jingu everyone knows.

That's when the memory ends]

[barriermaddened]

[Visiting the Lunar Rink is interesting. She had seen it through the usual ways the graveyards have to keep tabs on the living, but being here in person is interesting. She's looking around with interest]

This may be hard for you to truly understand, but you all were very lucky. We didn't have places as nice as this one.

[Well, everyone is getting to see how it felt to be in the Helly Belly now, thanks to the degradation of surroundings showing flesh. Sucks to be us all]