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[magicmoment]

Who: Jasmine
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Jasmine car!!

[We've all got some DOORS TO WRESTLE WITH, huh]

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[magicmoment]

[this woman, for instance, is having significant trouble with the whole prying her door open thing. since. look, being physical isn't exactly her forte.

as things stand she's got it budged by a few centimeters and is trying to widen the crack]

Is anyone there?!

[voreaciously]

[80H slides the door open with ease.]

Yes.

[magicmoment]

[oh, that, uh

that resolves that

slipping through before the door can maybe close again, who even knows, she just doesn't want to be trapped again!]

Thank you.

[voreaciously]

You are welcome.

[Amane doesn't recognise this person or understand what is going on. Surely, it must be a game...or perhaps one of those odd events, but where is the rest of Marigold?

And what has happened to the bond?]

What is your name? Do you remember it?

[magicmoment]

I--

[...

. . .]

Don't.

[obsidien]

[Luckily for her? There is a knight in pretty blue robes ready help her out.]

Bloody buggering-- fine. Stand back. [And with a great big shove, he opens it. Loudly. With a bang.]

[magicmoment]

[kind of. squeaks at the bang. she had backed up when he said to, but, staggering back a bit more at the suddenness of it.

then looking up.

and... up.]

...Thank you.

[obsidien]

Hrmph. [That's probably Grump-speak for "you're welcome".]

You'll not get far without being able to open any of these doors.

[kingofexplodokills]

[ See, here's the thing. Normally? He'd blow this shit open, right here and there. But he can't make his quirk work so instead of opening it up like a normal person, he's inside his room, kicking and punching this door like it's going to just fall off if he hits it hard enough ]

THE FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HAH!?

[magicmoment]

Hold on! I'll get you out!

[SOMEONE'S gonna try and slide it out of his way, at least, though this isn't really her forte.]

[kingofexplodokills]

[ He is not pleased with that because he wanted to break the fuck out of it, not just slide it, what the hell ]

Oi! Quit it! That's not the point of this!

[magicmoment]

[gets it cracked open before hesitating]

You don't want it open...?

[but then amane just opens it without issue, rendering it moot, so]

[voreaciously]

[80H opens the door smoothly because like, she's a fucking android deal with it.]

Katsuki-san.

[kingofexplodokills]

[ He would bitch and whine about Amane opening the door /wrong/, he wants it OFF. But then he sees her, so he can't bring himself to actually keep bitching. No quirk, but Amane is here. Something to balance it somewhat ]

... Mitsuki. 'the fuck is going on?

[voreaciously]

...I do not know. The bond is gone. [She isn't terribly worried, yet. Katsuki is here. It is not good so much as it is expected and natural. Of course, he is here.

He has to be here.]

It may be a longer running game we are to complete without the bond? I have not had a look to see where everyone else is.

[something like princess maker on a train sure, why not]

[s2g]

[ what's a guy gotta do to get a little shut-eye around here?

he feels. he'd stopped feeling a while back, stopped everything a while back, and yeah, slinging all that weight off had been hard to take at the end, there, the way it's always rough to finally stop resisting the force that'd been driving you all those years. but it'd been easy, too, because a little peace and quiet had been long overdue.

which is the polar opposite of what Wolfwood's getting right now.

everything comes back into focus like a fever dream; the setting, the sounds... and the first thing through his head after "goddamn it" is that he wants a cigarette. so anyone still in the car will find a tall and lanky man slouching in the doorway, looking keen and clear in the face of disorientation. ]

Oi. Anyone got a smoke?

[magicmoment]

I'm afraid not.

[this woman looking him over with concern and curiosity]

[s2g]

[ he's unhurt, and affecting a casual lean. but sharp eyes might notice that there's a bit of tension there in the shoulders, like his guard is still up.

'cuz it is. ]

Guess not. [ scrubbing the back of his neck, readjusting to the sensation. this isn't the place he'd been, not by a long shot—and he used to be pretty ace at those. ] Damn.

[magicmoment]

[yeaaah she's catching that his guard is up, but like. honestly? fair.]

It may not be impossible to find something as we investigate, so I'll keep an eye out for you.

[obsidien]

No. [It's a simple reply from the man so tall, his hair is almost flattened by the ceiling of the car.]

Ironic of you to ask for one, given the surroundings.

[All of the seashell decor and whatnot.]

[s2g]

[ it ain't often he has to lift his chin to look someone in the eye. he does that, then turns his head to actually take in the room for the first time. ]

...What the hell...

[obsidien]

[Sidurgu has to raise an eyebrow-- what little eyebrow he has, anyway.]

What is with that gormless staring?

[voreaciously]

No, sir, I am afraid not.

[it's a terrible habit, anyway. at any rate 80H is dressed like she's headed to the beach because those are the clothes that were made available, but she gives this gentleman a onceover]

[s2g]

[ he's pulled on a pair pants for the sake of decency, though not after a furious, muttered search for his usual garb. it really makes the jellyfish top pop, you know? and he feels naked, holds himself taut. what's a gunman without his gun, after all?

shrugging like his mind isn't a dustbowl weathering the biggest storm it's seen in a while. ]

Worth a shot.

[ gesturing next to the aquarium decor, which he doesn't recognize as necessarily being aquarium decor—just that it's water, everywhere. makes his spine tingle in a way that's not wholly good or bad, but a mix of both. ]

I dunno about you, but the scene ain't exactly setting me at ease.

[voreaciously]

It will get better. I doubt we would be here for matter to be awful all the time, but that does not mean that we have leave to be complacent, either.

[No rest for the wicked, it seems. And, to be honest, the state of affairs is...unnerving to her, but she masks it with a blank face.]