catch-all: geto.

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week zero, monday.

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[she's pausing in front of the mortuary to read the name plaque on the mailbox.

and very eloquently:]

Oh... Yikes...

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[ help ]

... It's not that bad.

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You actually managed to sleep in there?

week one, thursday.

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[HEY... HEY... WHAT THE FUCK... i have no idea where they are, but asa is pausing to openly stare at him after that cyoa return. hello, sir. is all your bleeding internal again?]

Um. So... What the hell?

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[ ME TOO ASA stares back at her ]

That's what I'm wondering.

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Just when we thought things couldn't get any worse... [CONTINUES TO STARE.] Who stabbed you?

week two, tuesday.

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[imagine being powerful enough to write a proper starter during memshare week. i'm changing this to tuesday i'm forcing you to view trauma with a huge ass.

anyway— shadows immediately seize them and pull them into darkness, where they will experience a memory. enjoy!]

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[ Damn... high school is truly a nightmare. The blood and gore is not too unfamiliar to him, though he's a little surprised to see civilians caught in the fray of these battles.

He looks at her, and first of all, ] Sorry. I saw you in your underwear...

[ WAIT YOU REALLY CHANGED THIS TO TUESDAY he says this... with a huge ass ]

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[yeah! foists ass upon you.

anyway, she looked mostly traumatized after reexperiencing that. but then he had to bring up her undies and she now looks like she's about to explode. so red in the face. so mortified.]

It's worse if you acknowledge it...! [DON'T PERCEIVE HER!!! she glances down, though, and--] Wait. What the heck happened to you?

week three, monday.

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[we are... somewhere. probably one of the new locations? i am voiding us. but wherever they are, asa suddenly looks at geto with a weird expression on her face — somewhere between flustered and mortified. after a beat:]

Um. Look, I'm really sorry. But you're just not my type.

1/2

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I never said I liked you?

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Ah... Right. We can pretend this never happened if it's easier on you. I'm still sorry.

week 4, monday, camp

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[ Looking around the kitchenette. ]

This is definitely America.

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[wrinkles her nose, judging the shit out of the kitchenette.]

Have you ever been to America?

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[ she doesn't care for s'mores and hot dogs... ]

No, I've never left Japan. Have you?

week five, monday.

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[i have no idea if she's still gaston. maybe this is pre-gaston? shakes at whatever the fuck cursed y'all.

anyway, she is suddenly walking up to him and hugging him. hi. the vibes are rancid. it's like standing next to a dog, frothing at the mouth. she could throw another rock. but beneath that, there's a constant undercurrent of grief and exhaustion.]

I'm not doing this because I want to.

[turbulency]

[ Oh I see. He hugs Gaston. ]

Okay. [ He also just has tired vibes. Also, a little hungry. He wants a snack. ] Hey, what do you know about mouths?

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[they are now hugging. she stares at him. it may look a little weird if she is currently a 6 foot tall buff guy, but it's fine. don't worry about it.]

... They're on our faces? [SQUINTS] Did someone give you homework, too?

week 7, tuesday

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[ Hi Asa, Geto will come find her wherever she is... And then kind of linger awkwardly in the periphery because that was a lot that just happened. ]

Hey.

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... Hey.

[things truly continue happening on days. she's has cleaned up, at least. though she's still picking at her nails, trying to get everything out.]

You holding up okay? I mean, after yesterday...

[turbulency]

[ Girl... ]

Shouldn't I be asking you? [ Tiredly amused... ] Camille just...

week 7, saturday, the society (graveyard)

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[ He's nosing around the graveyard... ]

There are so many churches here.

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And fleas. Why are there so many fleas?

[FLEAS AND CHURCHES... FLURCHES...]

[turbulency]

Fleas and leeches... Maybe it's a sign this place is rotting.

[ Anyway, looks her over. Is she looking okay? ]