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[WELL THAT SURE IS A. . . LIST OF DEAD BODIES. Akira bolts awake and listens carefully to the announcements, his expression twisting into a moment of grief and frustration before they end]
[and once they do. . . he takes a deep breath to steel himself, gaze immediately flickering towards the slushie machine]
[. . .]
[GOD DAMN HE WANTS A SLUSHIE]
Sound off: how's everyone feeling? [also he is digging through his drawstring for his travel guide and a pen] Don't say it aloud; write it down and we'll compare.
[back to business]
[and once they do. . . he takes a deep breath to steel himself, gaze immediately flickering towards the slushie machine]
[. . .]
[GOD DAMN HE WANTS A SLUSHIE]
Sound off: how's everyone feeling? [also he is digging through his drawstring for his travel guide and a pen] Don't say it aloud; write it down and we'll compare.
[back to business]
[ ash is sat up, slurping something from a mug as he writes this curfew bs down. ]
[ steph just looks like she got hit by a truck? admittedly she already looked like that when she came to the mess hall, but it takes her a moment to snap out of it.
jason's dead. well. will process that later.
but she takes out a pen and writes something down on her hand. ]
jason's dead. well. will process that later.
but she takes out a pen and writes something down on her hand. ]
[flayn looks exhausted. also she's wearing yin yu's robe which is way too big for her.]
...I do not have anything to write with... if I could borrow a writing implement from someone?
...I do not have anything to write with... if I could borrow a writing implement from someone?
[guess who is going to snag his sleeve]
Sanji--
Sanji--
Edited 2020-07-03 22:49 (UTC)
Me too.
[Hm. Those announcements! Sure were something!!!!]
[Hm. Those announcements! Sure were something!!!!]
[once Akira is done writing, he hands Flayn his pen, expression stony. they need to get through this part before processing anything else]
[Yasusada's also here and looking at him worriedly, though honestly, he'll probably follow Sanji if he leaves.]
[she nods and
writes something down on the palm of her hand before passing the pen off to yams]
writes something down on the palm of her hand before passing the pen off to yams]
[hands yams akira's pen once she's done with it]
[He doesn't have paper, so he'll do the same thing.]
Thank you.
Thank you.
[. . . . . . . OH]
[MOOD]
-- hey, pass me one of those??
[AKIRA YOU'RE TRYING TO COLLECT CURFEW EFFECTS]
[MOOD]
-- hey, pass me one of those??
[AKIRA YOU'RE TRYING TO COLLECT CURFEW EFFECTS]
[ well. dick ALSO looks like he got hit by a truck, but once everyone else has written something down he does as well, face blank
maybe it really is a universal constant that jason todd must be murdered. ]
maybe it really is a universal constant that jason todd must be murdered. ]
[considering their recent conversation she is getting a very concerned look]
[granted his gaze flickers away, towards the slushie machine, for like .5 seconds before he looks back at her]
[granted his gaze flickers away, towards the slushie machine, for like .5 seconds before he looks back at her]
[what a terrible universal constant]
[GIVING HIM A CONCERNED LOOK BECAUSE STEPH MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DOXXED BAT FAMILY FOR HIM]
[GIVING HIM A CONCERNED LOOK BECAUSE STEPH MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DOXXED BAT FAMILY FOR HIM]
[ god damn it, steph, that's private
the existence of having siblings is private ]
the existence of having siblings is private ]
Okay, done.
[ she pockets the pen and then. also looks at the slushie machine. wow. ]
[ she pockets the pen and then. also looks at the slushie machine. wow. ]
[ like everyone else, we are looking generally exhausted, and also sans an outer robe. this is not the first time he's been through this rodeo, so he waits patiently for his turn, and then writes his own effect down on a paper napkin.
...how strange.
once he has, he nods at akira, passing the pen back to him. ]
...how strange.
once he has, he nods at akira, passing the pen back to him. ]
[I mean]
[he'd catch it but]
[no depth perception]
[the carton beans him in the face]
[he'd catch it but]
[no depth perception]
[the carton beans him in the face]
[points at eyes points at Dick, it is no longer private, mister]
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