[superhell pcs] date

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w3 monday

[voidshift]

[hewwo date. rynlan is here at the bar, chilling, with a drink in hand; it's regular beer, though, he hasn't gotten adventurous just yet.]

Now this is a place I could get used to.

[psynchronise]

[ hewwo there. ]

It's immediately better than the last one with the Kraken thing. No doubt about it.

[ he hates octopi now, actually. ]

w3, wednesday post event

[psynchronise]

[ they can be back in the classy bar on memory island for the tolerable beer and other options. date is clearly not drunk enough after that debate session, and already has a beer in front of him -- but he's also having a stare down with a fruity little cocktail perched next to it.

which is impressive, given that the cocktail doesn't have eyes. ]

...

[voidshift]

Did... it offend you.

[he's taking a seat next to him, squinting at the cocktail.]

w3, sunday

[voidshift]

[hello... ryn is around, somewhere, just sort of hanging out; he's still going with the hoodie & skirt fashion, it seems like, settled in on the ground and vibing.

he gives him a nod on spotting him, though.]

Well. Another week down, I suppose.

[psynchronise]

[ comfy and stylish! date is just... wandering, really. but when he sees rynlan he will wander over to him.

he just looks tired, honestly. quite tired. there's something about his eyes that reads frustrated, but not enough to voice whatever it is that's frustrating him. ]

Another week done, but it feels like a few years at this point.

w4, monday

[psynchronise]

[ he’s absolutely in the new bar. this strange little borrower bar. he’s perched on a dandelion seat, staring at a selection of drinks in front of him. ]

… So. What do you think’s wrong with these guys?

[ starting out strong for the week. ]

[voidshift]

Oh, plenty, I'm sure, but- only one way to find out.

[he's picking a drink at random! why the fuck not.]

w4, thursday post cyoa

[psynchronise]

[ wakes up and yells at my need to sleep ]

Hey. Did you get your leg seen to?

[voidshift]

...it's been taken care of. Cleaned and bandaged, anyway.

[which is the most that really can be done for it, right now. he's in the library, by the way, and has changed at some point; he's wearing a comfy fat cat hoodie. looks like it is part of a set that was maybe missing its hoodie. hm.]

w4 saturday

[voidshift]

[hello. he's on the fucking floor somewhere, sitting there, because he is exhausted and done standing.]

...wish I could say I'm surprised, but.

[psynchronise]

[ there's a moment while he like

considers this?


and then just flops down onto the ground next to him in a full sprawl. ]

Ironically, I had a talk with someone yesterday about how we probably shouldn't immediately assume Scaramouche.

w5, monday

[psynchronise]

[ ice cream parlour! with 31 flavours.

most of which date isn't trying, but he has a couple of them in front of him in little cups. because when in hell, you eat ice cream. apparently. ]

Hey.

[ rynlan will get a little wave when he spots him. ] How's the leg? You need to sit down?

[voidshift]

Oh, it's fine.

[he does sit, though, with a wince. he's using a makeshift cane to get around, but has this stopped him? it definitely won't this week!]

Don't worry about that, I have it handled.

w5, friday

[psynchronise]

[ to the home biome. date's actually already in there -- and the setting has shifted to fit... well. whatever he apparently needed when he walked in.

a small and dimly lit bar, ironically. he's already sat at the counter, frowning at a drink in front of him that sadly doesn't appear to be something he can interact with. it's just a sort of visual addition to the scene. ]

Hey.

[voidshift]

Ah- hello.

[rynlan is

on the floor of the bar, probably, he slept here last night; it shifts when date enters, and he pushes himself to his feet, pausing to check something before he leans heavily on the bar to make his way to a seat. he doesn't feel like picking up the cane.]

...he was here last night too, for the record.

w5, saturday post trial

[psynchronise]

[ screaming continues. only silently with his mouth closed.

he's actually over by the forest biome, like if he stares through the glass hard enough he'll see who was on the other side of this glass on murder night. ]

[voidshift]

...fuck this place.

[he mutters tiredly, just flopping down into the grass.]

w5, sunday post execution

[psynchronise]

[ he's at the dock, on animal island! legs danging in the lava, burning them into nothing and slowly killing him as he screams in pai--

no he's cross legged, watching the lava roll like waves as if he was just casually at the beach watching the ocean. ]

[voidshift]

[rynlan pauses nearby, for a few moments, before he just. comes over to settle in next to him, taking a seat on the dock.]

...holding up all right, Date?

w6, monday

[psynchronise]

[ on mondays we try to climb the frozen hellhole mountain and suffer. date doesn't even have ski gear, he just went for a walk and found himself face to face with an incline.

rynlan, from wherever he is, gets to watch date wobble and fall and sloooowwwlllyyy slide down the snow on his back. amazing. ]

[voidshift]

[help i forgot to tag this, the fuck. but you know exactly why and we have post cyoa things so let's establish rynlan absolutely watched him slide down and laughed at him before dragging him off to warm up & hang out.

and then they fuckin suffered thursday.]

w6, thursday

[psynchronise]

[ rynlan


he's afraid to find out


are you still a one direction stan? ]

[voidshift]

[he's not right now, thank fuck. he's back in one of his usual outfits, with thancred's coat.]

...sorry. About earlier.

w6, friday

[psynchronise]

[ wow congrats on your own room now, rynlan. ]

Knock knock?

[voidshift]

Unlocked, come in.

[hi, he's chilling on the bottom bunk, which is his, which they better have not used. his cat's on his lap; he's pretty much just vibing, though.]

So. What do you think, someone took their time deciding they were done with him, or?

w6, sunday

[psynchronise]

[ wow this room is 90% less stinky now. wow.

anyway. ]

... You doing okay?

[ after, well. what just happened, but also consider: christ what a weekend. ]

[voidshift]

I'm fine. I'll be fine.

[he's just curled up on his bunk with a pillow (normal), looking tired. he's needed time to rest, to clear his head of lingering whispers-- and, well, taking a good solid couple of hits didn't help.]

w7, monday

[psynchronise]

[ hey rynlan. date is literally just sprawled on a bench somewhere. probably being stared at by demons. he is no longer pretending that he's not talking to someone when he's talking to aiba now. ]

No, I'm not sure I want to drag myself back to the dorms every evening. But I don't think I can just rock up to a random building and go "hey, mind if I crash here", y'know?

Might as well deal with the bunkbeds a little longer.

[voidshift]

-Date?

[i actually don't think ryn knows about aiba so he's just. pausing by the bench and peering down at him, head tilted. he's still in shadowform, more or less looking like a living shadow.]