[here is throné just chilling in the mess hall! wearing her usual. why is she here? she's trying out different foods. there's dried fruit, kale chips, and a little cup of flavored water that she's eyeing with suspicion.
she's had dried fruit before, but kale chips are new, and she looks like she's trying to decide if she likes them or not. the answer seems to be leaning towards no...]
[she's sitting somewhere! probably the observation deck. she's just curled up there with her arms around her knees, staring out at the stars. the emotions are this horrible sweeping mix of overwhelming sadness and regret, and resignation.]
[actually this works out well you can have both collared and mother because they roll together nicely, so hello! we're in the voidrift.
you are six years old, and you have just returned from your first job. a blonde woman with bright red lipstick stands over you. she has a collar in her hand.
this is what happens with all the children, you've been assured. pirro himself told you. he already has his collar. he just got it, even - he came to you in the middle of the night two weeks ago and crawled into your bed with you, and cried against your shoulder until he fell asleep. when you asked him the next morning what happened, he lied and told you that he had no idea what you were talking about. but... now that you've come back, maybe you understand how he felt.
the woman - mother, as you know her - smiles at you. there's a tinge of disgust to it that she thinks you don't see.
she steps forward, and snaps the collar around your neck, securing it in place.
"It suits you, Throné. How was it, seeing blood for the first time?" she croons, resting her hand on her hip and admiring her work.
you frown. it was bad. you didn't like it. it smelled awful. you can still smell it on your hands, even though you washed them, and it's making you feel sick. so... you reply:
I don't want it on my bread.
mother snorts. she leans forward a little, with a smug smile.
"With this, you're now a proud little snake. Which makes me your Mother."
that makes you angry. you puff up a little, clenching your little fists.
No. My mother died. After giving birth to me.
and something flickers across mother's face - something like fury, something bitter and twisted and disgusting. her hands go to the whip on her hip.
"I will have none of your backtalk. If you want to live, you'll learn to bite your tongue and listen to me," mother snaps, and you scrunch down a little. the collar feels tight around your neck, but you mumble yes mother, and she waves a hand. leave. get out of here.
and then - without any sort of breather, suddenly you are in front of that woman, around seventeen years later. watch til 1:57:55!]
Well! This happens, and once it's over, Mizuki nearly seemed sort of... dazed by it. It came so unexpectedly, so forcefully, that it leaves her speechless for a long moment.
Eventually, she eyes Throné, wherever she stands. ]
[she's out here scrolling through the IRIS, idly. what's up mizuki, how are we doing... she's not very upset it seems, though there is always that somber sort of air at losing two people.]
[she slipped away pretty fast post-trial, but she can be found in the library, staring up and out through the ceiling windows. just at space. zoning out.]
she's wearing this, today, and is in the only kind of bearable place when the ship is overheated like this, which is the water park. she has dipped her feet in, and is staring at the way her snake tattoo is rusting over.
she kind of just sighs, not noticing anybody approach yet as she rubs kind of violently at the rust. does it hurt them if they touch it themselves. i don't actually know.]
Anyway I don't know either, but Mizuki is likewise dressed more appropriately for the weather, though it does expose the greasy rust smudged upon her upper left leg; it's also around her left eye, though that's harder to hide. ]
I hate to say it, but that shit really doesn't want to come off.
[today throné can be found in the preservation biome which is not a surprise, probably! she's wearing this which isn't great for exploration purposes but she's apparently in a good mood today after the chipotle blessing and the fact that she isn't rusting anymore, so that calls for hot outfits.
she's on the third floor, with food in hand, holding it out to the foxes that are wandering around the area. they seem intrigued, creeping closer... throné is patient, smiling a little as she watches.]
w0, MONDAY
she's had dried fruit before, but kale chips are new, and she looks like she's trying to decide if she likes them or not. the answer seems to be leaning towards no...]
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Sooo... what's the verdict?
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w0, FRIDAY
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Hey, Throné.
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w0, SATURDAY
lazily waves. she has two shots already done, help.]
... You know Shoma from home, don't you.
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That's not really a secret.
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w1, WEDNESDAY
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w1, SATURDAY
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but well. she's been there for a while. so, eventually: ]
... Hey. You hungry?
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w3, MONDAY
and then - without any sort of breather, suddenly you are in front of that woman, around seventeen years later. watch til 1:57:55!]
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Well! This happens, and once it's over, Mizuki nearly seemed sort of... dazed by it. It came so unexpectedly, so forcefully, that it leaves her speechless for a long moment.
Eventually, she eyes Throné, wherever she stands. ]
... Shit. Sorry.
[ That seemed kinda personal! ]
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w3; sunday
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think it's about time I do what I promised?
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Shall I meet you somewhere specific?
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Hey. Got anything useful there...?
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Feeling all right?
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w5, MONDAY
she's wearing this, today, and is in the only kind of bearable place when the ship is overheated like this, which is the water park. she has dipped her feet in, and is staring at the way her snake tattoo is rusting over.
she kind of just sighs, not noticing anybody approach yet as she rubs kind of violently at the rust. does it hurt them if they touch it themselves. i don't actually know.]
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Anyway I don't know either, but Mizuki is likewise dressed more appropriately for the weather, though it does expose the greasy rust smudged upon her upper left leg; it's also around her left eye, though that's harder to hide. ]
I hate to say it, but that shit really doesn't want to come off.
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w5, FRIDAY
she smells a little smoky, also.
hey. another friday... day before nine hours of fuck.]
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... Hey.
[ Mizuki comes by to sit herself nearby—carefully, with a small wince, but here she be. ]
Another Friday, huh.
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w6, MONDAY
she's on the third floor, with food in hand, holding it out to the foxes that are wandering around the area. they seem intrigued, creeping closer... throné is patient, smiling a little as she watches.]
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Wow, they're actually coming closer.
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w7, SATURDAY
she will make room for mizuki to sit down with her, if she'd like.]
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Hey. The rare, elusive good Saturday, huh.
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