catch-all: daamn daaniel.

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week zero, saturday...1!

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[hi. daan will spot asa clumsily maneuvering a very old, decrepit shovel around in the cemetery, a couple feet away from the actual graves as to not disturb someone's final resting place. her wooden box sits on one of the gravestones while she uses one of her feet to push the the tip of the shovel into the ground...



and then the shovel promptly snaps in half the moment she tries to lift it.

ah.]

[recession]

[ Ah.

...

He sees this happening like oh, rip dude. ]

Do you... want some assistance?

[ Maybe need is a strong word. ]

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[...

looks at him. looks at the broken shovel. looks at the fucking void.]

... Have you seen another shovel?

W1, monday

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Miss Mitaka. How are you holding up?

[ The rest of the weekend was a hot mess, but now that he's seeing her, he just wants to check in. ]

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I'm okay. [as usual... the weekend was a hot mess, but now they have clothing options so nature is healing.] How about you?

W1, sunday

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[ Well! Congrats on execution Asa!! Sorry about the everything else that comes with it.

He's just checking in after she wakes up maybe? Putting a glass of water down beside her and just giving her a once-over. What's the vibe. ]

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[the vibe is that she is exhausted and also in pain, but she's being a good girl and taking it easy. she looks at him when he swings by to check on her.]

... Hey.

week two, wednesday.

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[everything has truly happened so much this week, but. hi. hello.

at some point after mini event, they're both getting dragged into the memshare pit. enjoy!]

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[ Oh my weird-ass son. Anyway what the fuck is Daan looking at. He already had questions at 'Chainsaw Man Church' and it only keeps getting wilder. ]

...Ah... I see... that's how you...

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Who was that other girl?

[ The one with the scars. 'Other girl'. Other you? ]

W2, saturday

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[ I'm sorry this is going to be a lame-ass pc starter because Daan is going to be sideways and VERY immobile. He is just in the cabin in his now empty room staring up at the ceiling. He probably got patched by Alfyn, I assume, though he's still in the ripped and bloody clothes he left the end of trial with. ]

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Fuck.

[ Wheezed. ]

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[HELP. DAAN... she pokes her head in to check on him and then. pauses.]

Um. I'd ask how you're feeling, but... ["fuck" answers her question, actually.] The swamp?

W2, sunday

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[ What a week, huh Asa?

Anyway Daan is. I can't even lie these last 12 hours have been nuts, but he's alive. But probably kind of just pacing around a bit nervously on his shitty crutch, because being still feels way worse somehow. ]

Why is there always room to get worse...?

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[ah.

that is a very good question, sir. but first--]

Should you be on your feet...?

W3, friday

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[ I am spending more time thinking about how to make a non-verbal starter more interesting than I am actually writing these starters. Anyway Daan has probably briefly retired to the cabin. He's got no words, just needs a moment to fucking collect himself because you think 'wow every week is bad' and then somehow it continues to get worse. ]

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[it's fine...... asa will be looking for him and she won't be expecting him to be in a talkative mood, anyway. when she finds him in the cabin, she just stares at him for a moment before quietly approaching him.

and then, after a beat:]

I'm sorry.

W4, tuesday

[recession]

[ We in the cabins in the camp, yippee!

The safest haven are the cabins: simple but sturdy sanded, stained-wood logs and a roof. Each cabin has two twin bunk beds, a fold-up table with two chairs, a tiny kitchenette, and a bathroom. A mini fridge in the kitchenette has a few cans of soda, hot dogs, eggs, and sandwich meat which periodically replenish. Ingredients for smores, crackers, and bread are on the counter. There’s electricity! Of course, it will go out from time to time, and campers are forced to use the flashlights available instead.

He's checking the place, opening the fridge and frowning disapprovingly at the hot dogs and putting them back. He flicks the light on and squints at the flickering and seemingly unstable nature of it sometimes, but it seems serviceable.

You read his mind... Pretty shoddy place, still... but it's decent. Probably going to be crowded again later this week. ]

That's not half-bad... I think.

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[looking at the bunk beds, considering how much stuff they can get away with stealing. she hears his thoughts, and what crosses her mind immediately is: as long as we don't tick off another tree...

fuck the tree. all her homies hate the tree.]

It's decent... We should take some of this stuff back to the cabin with us before it disappears.

week four, thursday.

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[why does daan have the worst luck in the world, actually. someone please save him.

asa will come looking for him after he's had a little bit of time to lick his wounds. where in the world is daan sandiego...?]

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[ That's just how the world be sometimes!

Daan Saandiego is in the cabin, apparently his favourite hiding spot when he doesn't feel like talking to anyone apparently. Which is funny because the cabin really doesn't have much for privacy.

He should be bandaging up but he's not, turning an item over in his fingers in one hand and uh, holding a spine in the other... ]

week four, saturday.

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[she approaches the barrier, stopping once he becomes visible. is his face still all melty?]

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[ It is...

He just seems to be hangin', peering at the sights of people roaming around, or maybe he's just consigned to look at fire. Dang. ]

W6, wednesday

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[ Revisiting the cabin...! Yippee. He's just here, waving a hand through the furniture and watching his hand go through it. Interesting.

But he glances over if Asa shows up. ]

Hullo.

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[welcome back, daan... she is watching his hand go through the furniture like :tails:.]

... Hey. [...] Did you send a keychain of yourself through the mail?

W7, saturday

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[ Uhm. Hey so what the hell just happened today.

Well. He'll at least check in on Asa just to make sure she's okay... not injured? Everything happens so much. ]

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[good question! asa has no idea. but she is at least no longer actively bleeding. her biggest concern for the moment is that she is so fucking sore right now. god.]

... I have no idea what we did to that god. But I hope we never have to do it again.

[their masochist gossip loving easily offended baby god.]