if anise finds herself returning to the observation room, there's scien. for once, he's up. no longer lounging on whatever the closest surface is, instead moving to inspect the different doors and vents that might be in the area. he's more unkempt than usual, his usual braid nowhere to be found, clothes even more rumpled as if no one's bothered to fix him. or no one's around to anymore. even then, his expression seems as unbothered as always except -
once getting close enough to him, there are those broken, not-quite right emotions are at play again. normally, any type of feeling coming from him would be a rare thing. but right now they seem to be playing out without his permission. bewilderment, dissatisfaction, frustration, and this slow, building sense of anger. as with earlier in the week when he felt it from someone else, every time that feeling grows too strong it seems to stall and suddenly disappear—
but this time it comes back. a loop of slow-building fury. because this time, that strong, burdensome feeling is his own.
when footsteps approach, he's direct, gaze sharp and message to the point:]
[ Anise does return, holding Tokunaga in her arms and wearing her Nuts & Bolts sweats. She stops as soon as he looks her way, looking right back and... wow. He unraveled fast.
... Not that she can blame him. She's in shock, herself. At his question, she shakes her head. ]
[sometimes you're just a stupid lil hamster that needs someone to make sure you don't fall apart]
Run through what diagnostics you can on your I.R.I.S. for anything amiss. Check the doors, vents, windows. The spot where Luke died, if you can stomach it.
They were both here.
[he's not sure if that means something, but it is a place they still have access to]
None of you have any reason to be personally invested in Dahut's death aside from the idea that it's human decency [said in a tone that suggests scien thinks it's not] except for feelings of supposed friendship built over one week or the fear that it'll be you next.
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week zero, friday
if anise finds herself returning to the observation room, there's scien. for once, he's up. no longer lounging on whatever the closest surface is, instead moving to inspect the different doors and vents that might be in the area. he's more unkempt than usual, his usual braid nowhere to be found, clothes even more rumpled as if no one's bothered to fix him. or no one's around to anymore. even then, his expression seems as unbothered as always except -
once getting close enough to him, there are those broken, not-quite right emotions are at play again. normally, any type of feeling coming from him would be a rare thing. but right now they seem to be playing out without his permission. bewilderment, dissatisfaction, frustration, and this slow, building sense of anger. as with earlier in the week when he felt it from someone else, every time that feeling grows too strong it seems to stall and suddenly disappear—
but this time it comes back. a loop of slow-building fury. because this time, that strong, burdensome feeling is his own.
when footsteps approach, he's direct, gaze sharp and message to the point:]
You. Find anything?
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... Not that she can blame him. She's in shock, herself. At his question, she shakes her head. ]
You're looking for clues? ... I'll help.
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Run through what diagnostics you can on your I.R.I.S. for anything amiss. Check the doors, vents, windows. The spot where Luke died, if you can stomach it.
They were both here.
[he's not sure if that means something, but it is a place they still have access to]
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[ ... she looks over the room, mentally trying to recreate the last thing she saw before passing out. ]
It doesn't make any sense... If they were both here, why isn't this room locked down for investigation?
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[plain and simple. it's irritating.]
I want to know what the other rooms must look like, in comparison, but apparently we're to trust our oh-so-competent Senior Crew with the task first.
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If they try to hide something from us, then we'll get it out of them one way or another.
He can't just disappear... I won't let that happen.
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[he has to acknowledge it]
But as it's useful to me, I won't stop you.
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[ ugh!! ]
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None of you have any reason to be personally invested in Dahut's death aside from the idea that it's human decency [said in a tone that suggests scien thinks it's not] except for feelings of supposed friendship built over one week or the fear that it'll be you next.
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To me, you're all bleeding hearts.
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[ a little smile, despite the grief. ]