[ somewhere outside the lounge after the party drunkenly taking i.r.i.s. selfies while he still has his cute angel wings and frowning at each photo as he reviews them because he can't get the angle quite right when he's aiming from his wrist... ]
[ time to chill in the lounge after a profoundly un-chill day... he's just kind of slumped on a couch, looking out the window at all the black nothing. ]
...I didn't really think it was going to end up like that.
[ 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. the worst of his injuries have been healed by this point, but there are still shallow cuts on all of the skin you can see, and his hair is messed up a little in front.
hearing someone else walk in, he raises his head and looks over tiredly. ]
[ ...that's what he'd usually say, because he doesn't want to have to explain these pieces of shit to anyone. but obviously he can't get away with that when this simulation is coming from his own memories, and he's not really in the mood to joke about it either. he's exhausted and having way more feelings than he wants to today. it's gross. ]
...Kidding.
[ he looks over at them, then takes a sip of his beer. ]
They're my brothers.
[ imagine having an older sibling who looks exactly like you, mizuki... how wild would that be... ]
[ lol well. in contrast to his angelic pink appearance from earlier, he is now in grayscale, visibly drunk, and smelling a little like cigarette smoke as he sits on this sofa in the rec room and just scrolls eternally through the tv options with no clear intention of ever actually watching any of them. we're doing great. ]
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drymonster) wrote2024-02-29 11:12 am
w0, wednesday post-party
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Maybe it's the lighting.
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[ rotates around and walks backwards to see if he can get a light that's hitting him in a more flattering way... ]
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w0, saturday post-trial
...I didn't really think it was going to end up like that.
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Yeah, probably not.
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w1, monday
it's probably like, two 10-pound hand weights, but. look. he's making an effort. ]
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—Whoa. They've got a whole gym over here?
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Yeah! Pretty nice, right?
...Though actually I think they kind of have to, because doesn't zero gravity make your muscles weak or something?
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[ experimentally, she'll lift one of the dumbbells, too—a twenty pounder ]
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. the worst of his injuries have been healed by this point, but there are still shallow cuts on all of the skin you can see, and his hair is messed up a little in front.
hearing someone else walk in, he raises his head and looks over tiredly. ]
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A little bit of home, I take it?
[ But why did you recreate five other copies of yourself... ]
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An old friend runs the place, so we hang out there a lot.
[ they can usually get away with not paying their tab for a long time... ]
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[ She pointedly glances at the other five, uh, copies???? ]
Who're these guys?
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[ ...that's what he'd usually say, because he doesn't want to have to explain these pieces of shit to anyone. but obviously he can't get away with that when this simulation is coming from his own memories, and he's not really in the mood to joke about it either. he's exhausted and having way more feelings than he wants to today. it's gross. ]
...Kidding.
[ he looks over at them, then takes a sip of his beer. ]
They're my brothers.
[ imagine having an older sibling who looks exactly like you, mizuki... how wild would that be... ]
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—That many of 'em? Damn.
[ There's not even room for her to sit! Well, that's okay. ]
I should'a guessed. The resemblance is striking!
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anyway, that gets like, the smallest hint of a laugh. ]
Yeah, it sure is. We're sextuplets. All identical.
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[ HIS POOR MOM? ]
Isn't that like, super rare?
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Mm... I think we were the first ones.
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Damn! Must've been pretty wild growing up with that many siblings.
w2, saturday
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Just put a bad movie on or somethin'.
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[ scrolls to dude where's my car and hits select. ]
Bad enough?
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What is this?
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But I did ask for it.
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[ he means that literally. ]
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[ she doesn't... or does she ]
Then... [ she stares at the tv for a bit ] It's kind of better than sitting in silence.
[ and moping. ]