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WEEK 3

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[contrarianism]

[ sometime after the disc is played on the wii and natsume has realised that red is actually a very good singer! have him dropping by your room unannounced as he is prone to do, welp. ]

What other talents are you holding out on US...? ♪

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I am a woman of many talents.

[She is in a good mood today though, so hi Natsume.]

monday

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[. . . . . sometimes well after her, uh. appointment with the deliveryman. Mitsuru is here, politely knocking on Red's door. for once, there's no urgency to her movements]

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[Red seems to be in a better mood today, though she still keeps her emotions locked down and subdued.]

Hello Mitsuru. Did you need something?

CURRY ON MONDAY

[lovebun]

[ Some time in the late afternoon, Usagi knocks on Red's door. She has some food with her. ]

Miss Reeee~eeeed! I made curry! I have a plate for you!

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[YESSS CURRY

btw she has some interesting marks on her neck. From her fun time with the deliveryman ayyy]

did Shirou tell everyone about my love of spicy curry?

Wednesday

[killtheanimals]

[Heeeeee's back.

He also has his booklet with him, the reason for which will become apparent when he speaks, voice a little louder than the norm.]

In case no one has informed you yet, the voice has chosen to take our senses from us until someone gives in and kills. In my case, I am having a difficult time hearing, so you will need to either speak up or write.

[And he'll offer the booklet to her, opened already to a blank page, pencil resting on the inside of the spine.]

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[Red will do him one better, and make the sign for 'sign language'?]

Monday Evening

[homeecspacecop]

[Things are horrifying. Chuuta... has pulled himself back together somewhat, enough to be functional.

Enough to try and talk to Red.]

Um... Counselor Red? C-can I ask a question about the... people in the woods?

[Chuuta's pretty sure that Red could destroy him instantly, he's not under any illusions of being extremely powerful, and he's pretty sure that Red knows all the powers that he hasn't told anyone about here.]

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You can ask, but I might not be able to answer your questions. Is that alright?

tuesday

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[Knock knock it's this little shit again]

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[Hi little shit

hope you don't mind the hickies your older self left all over Red's neck, because she's not covering that shit up at all.]

Wed

[le_mat]

[Hey Red, hope you weren't busy when someone comes a knocking]

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[She was busy painting her nails excuse u

Actually yes, she is painting her nails. She's got all the supplies out and everything. But Ren can come in.]

Here for a manicure?

S'up Week 3 Tuesday Evening

[linearcrash]

[ Guess who's sitting outside of Red's room?

This guy. He's just sitting there with a plate full of fluff and peanut butter sandwiches all cut in half. He has Tal's hat on and the bill pushed down. He's looking at the tag that Tal made him and reading the next of kin list.

If she doesn't come around soon he'll eventually knock. ]

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[She's going to get fat with how much food everyone is making her.

But that's alright she'll let Nine in.]

What's all this for?

wednesday

[fallbymyhands]

[Mitsuru is not a very good cook, truth be told. she has her servers and chefs make her meals for her, and meals in the Iwatodai dorms were usually pre-prepared. but there's one thing even bad cooks like Mitsuru can make: SALAD]

[. . . so anyway, this time when she knocks on Red's door, it's with a gift. Mitsuru's special salad! hooray. . .? she also has a notebook with her, because at this point, her hearing is totally shot]

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[...well ok she can't complain about being fattened up by the campers if they're bringing her salad so.

As Red opens her door, she sees both the salad and the notebook. So she points to her ears in a questioning motion, asking Mitsuru if she can hear or not.]

Thursday

[soylentprotag]

Red.

[He's probably put this off for long enough, to the point where it feels like he's just actively running away now and that's never sat well with him. It's just... there's too much, in every direction, and he doesn't know what to do about half of it and can't get a handle on himself, besides.

At this point in the week, Lenka can't quite walk without his God Arc's assistance and it's still something of a task -- it really is a good thing they'd had to deal with RVengeance and Kittengate yesterday and not today, because he doesn't know if his sword arm would have been steady enough even without the leftover damage from moosetakes. Since this morning things have gone a little gray and blurry, too, and he's still trying to ignore the part of him that's viscerally afraid of losing all contact with the world. Besides noise. Besides the voice.

At any rate, he'll be looking for a place to sit as soon as he's in the door, and if there isn't someplace easy at hand he'll just plop down on the floor.]

... The voice. [he's speaking down to the floor, too, quietly and the words not all that clear anymore] It's taking our senses this week.

[He assumes she should know by now, but he says it to have something to say, first off.]

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[The futon is in couch form, so he can sit there.

Red doesn't sound too happy when she speaks.]

I know.

sunday

[diesifkilled]

[Hey, Red. Today's knocking is accompanied, once again, by a familiar scent of curry.]

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[Oh shit curry.]

Food again? Well thank you.

saturday

[fallbymyhands]

[sometime later, Mitsuru knocks on Red's door again, cell phone in hand. hi counselor]

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He-

[Oh. There's her cell phone.]

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