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w0, tuesday

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[ sup Maomao, what are you doing in the kitchen? because that's where Ludger is. in the kitchen. completely ignoring the spread and making his own breakfast. ]

Morning. Are you looking for something?

w0, saturday, post-trial

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[ so.

where is Maomao hanging after that whole mess? Ludger will be there, munching on an apple as he stares off into the distance. ]

... It really wasn't like that.

[ guess the "smashing" thing is still on his mind! why! ]

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[ leaving the arcade with a bottle of booze! it's way too loud in there with the lights after trial. ]

Like what?

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[ excellent, he has definitely already had a few shots to "relax". ]

The card information thing. It's probably referring to my cooking or my job for Spirius Corporation.

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[ it really is weighing on his mind. ]

Bringing it up again is making it seem suspicious. [ she will open up her bottle though as she gives it a smell ] What is your job?

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Better than thinking about other stuff.

[ :) ]

The title is "agent", but they're basically bounty hunters chasing whatever Spirius tells them to go after. I got a lot of combat heavy assignments.

w1, after surprise! meeting on sunday

[apoisoncary]

[ Let's go to the...

Study/Jail

STUDY

At a glance, this room is the picture of refinement. Warm lamplight casts a soft glow over deep mahogany furniture, shelves packed with aged volumes, and a heavy desk that seems to have seen generations of use. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, disturbed only when someone pulls a chair back or runs their hand along the spines of the books. The faint scent of leather and old paper hangs here, accompanied by... something else. Something metallic, maybe, that's harder to place.

A curious eye might notice that one section of the bookshelf doesn't quite match the rest. The books there are all pristine, untouched, their gilded titles too evenly spaced, their colors just slightly off from the rest. Removing the wrong book will do nothing at all, of course. But the right one... well.

Behind that shelf lies something less scholarly. Stone stairs feed into a dank chamber, the air turns cool and damp, and the scent of dust gives way to iron and oil. The room beyond is small, barely large enough for the tools lining its walls, implements whose purposes are best left unspecified. There's a drain in the floor, old and stained, and the faint sound of dripping water.

It's fine. This is fine.

Maoamo has found herself at the jail. Perhaps there is a desire to trace the steps of Yuki and Lynne or perhaps she just felt the need to check everything one more time before new changes occur, but she's here. Her tail flicking back and forth as she touches the books and heads further in.

Then she pauses as she spots him. Her ears turns towards him as she folds her hands over one another. ]

I didn't expect to see you in here.

[ Hello fellow catte ]

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[ hello fellow catte how do you do. Ludger has been hanging out just inside the jail entrance, zoning out. ]

Yeah just... thinking about things.

[ ... ]

Do you think we're all already infected?

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[ If he wanted some optimism or maybe a bandage, then he's asking the wrong person. Her tail swish as she studies him for a moment. ]

I think it's a high possibility. [ She is stepping a bit closer. ] Are you worried about what will happen if you turn or something else?

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I think I've got some ideas for if I turn.

[ he'll just have to see if it's feasible ]

... Should we be keeping track of ourselves? In case there's... physical changes. So we have an early warning.

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[ Some ideas... huh? Is this something she should ask more about? ]

It may not be anything you'll be aware of physically and it may be different for each person. While I didn't notice anything about Lynne, those closer may be able to share their insights. Yuki seemed a bit clingy. It was as if he was afraid he would be completely alone and wanted to hold on to anyone who gave him a bit of attention.

If you're worried, you could have someone check you over each week. [ ... ] Preferably someone who wouldn't hide if something was off.

Week 2, Thursday

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[ Maybe she's here thinking about stealing kitchen things for reasons when she spots him. He is on her list of people to check up on so she will approach. ]

Are you cooking something?

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Yeah, just a little fried rice.

[ toss toss, sizzle sizzle goes the rice in the pan ]

Want some?

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I should probably eat something.

[ Sometimes you forget. Her gaze will move from what he's preparing to his movements. Just checking for any stiffness, pain, or signs he may be suffering here ]

Have you been taking care of yourself?

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Okay, could you grab a bowl? I'll serve you some.

[ though his movements are swift and sure... there is a slight tremble to his hands if she watches long enough. ]

As much as any of us are. Though I'm probably better off than the ones who just came back.

[ he'll add a splash of something and toss the contents a little more ]

Or Thancred.

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[ she lifts her hand, only to pause. she doesn't like causing pain for others, so she won't touch.

just going to turn away to grab a bowl ]

He is going through it this week. [ he nearly lost two people close to him in the last seven days on top of everything. ]

It doesn't make any one else's pain any less. If you would like some relief, I don't mind lending a hand.

w2, saturday

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[ she is checking the kitchens first to see where he is and her search leads her to the cafeteria. walking over to see if he's eating or grabbing food ]

They may have thought it was me in the end.

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[ well, he's certainly got a sandwich with a bite out of it in front of him. and it looks like he's getting the ingredients for more? ]

Because of all the poison stuff?

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Size, poison, and someone misunderstood my intentions.

[ maybe they suspect one of the two music people instead. she is going to assume she might be shadow handed or whatever happens anyways because it's better to keep your expectations low. ]

What are you making?

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Mm, well, high pressure environments and all that. It makes people jump to conclusions. Like we were doing with Sorawo.

[ chop chop chop goes the knife ]

Garlic aioli to put on some of these. Want one?

w2, wednesday pre-mini event

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Um... Maomao, could you give me a hand...?

[ Ludger is sitting in the infirmary again, a first aid kit open in front of him. there's a tight smile held forcefully in place, and his hand splayed before him is splotched with red. ]

1/2

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Coming. [ she will come over to see what she is dealing with.

ludger... ]

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[ this is the second time that he's acquired burns right? ]

What happened?

[ good thing she had asked fran about burn treatments. grabbing the tube immediately to open it up. how bad is it? ]

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[ honestly, not that bad. a little worse than the level one would get from sticking their hands on something hot briefly. it's just that they're all over his hands. ]

The plaque at the mausoleum is some kind of metal. Add sunlight and heat, and...

[ he wiggles his fingers in demonstration ]

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[ the sun is a deadly laser this week

it's good they aren't that bad. taking a hold of his wrist carefully to avoid the the burns as she gently applies the burn cream.]

Did you want to confirm that that is where the bodies are? Did you find anything else?