halved | catch-all: daamn daaniel.

[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.]

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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!]

[ 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. ]

...

Fuck.

[ Wheezed. ]

[ 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...?

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[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...?]

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

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

week zero, saturday...1!

W1, monday

W1, sunday

week two, wednesday.

W2, saturday

W2, sunday

W3, friday