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week 0, saturday

[maelstroms]

[ Unfortunately for me, Ming Yi can in fact be found mostly in the kitchen, so them running into each other again isn't too surprising when Childe rolls in again. He glances up from where he's picking at the menu on the vending machine, greets him with a slight hm, then looks back at his options, scrolling through them. ]

Find somewhere to put your chopsticks?

[toyska]

[BACK TO THE KITCHEN WE GO. At least Childe has the excuse of trying to get used to all this technology--and speaking of, he lifts his hand in greeting, wandering over to look at the vending machine. All this technology...]

Yes, they're safely stored away. [GOD.] Still, perhaps I should practice now and then. With a pair from here, that is.

[maelstroms]

[ At least they haven't made fools of themselves yet with the technology. Ming Yi watched enough people fiddle with it to go from there, and continues going through the menu, swipe after swipe after swipe. ]

Probably. At the rate that knives have disappeared, perhaps the rest of the utensils will as well.

[toyska]

[High-five for having enough of braincell to be observant, rather than just standing in the bathroom and repeatedly flushing the toilet in a panic like yams did in Grimm.]

Do you think they have a use for them?

[Like, the knives thing is obvious, but.]

week 0, saturday... 2!

[maelstroms]

[ rng said common room, so here he comes! It's mostly because he's seeing if things returned to normal, out of curiosity, but he's carrying his shovel with him still and doesn't seem surprised that someone is here.

At least Childe is decent enough company to have. ]

And what are you doing?

[toyska]

[COMMON ROOM IT IS in which case he is at the bar with a drink in hand. He lifts a hand in greeting, waving him over. He doesn't look particularly broken up, poor Tamaki. When will someone care.]

Just thinking. Care to join me?

[maelstroms]

[ Gaze scanning the room in quick order, he decides nothing is particularly amiss anymore and makes his way over to the bar to make a drink. Just because he doesn't drink like Qingxuan doesn't mean he doesn't drink. ]

Thinking about the fiasco that was, or something else?

[toyska]

[Childe hums, swirling his drink around in his glass. It's some form of baijiu, idk, don't ask me. I'm tired.]

Thinking about how we're clearly being played for fools, mostly.

w1, friday

[toyska]

[MING YI'S HOME AWAY FROM HOME... the kitchen...

Except that Childe's standing outside of it, arms crossed as he frowns thoughtfully at the doorway. He glances over at Ming Yi at the sound of his approach.]

Do me a favor?

[maelstroms]

[ Unfortunate that he hasn't been eating much this week, but he still goes there in the event that something appeals to him again. And, besides, you have to make your rounds after someone dies apparently. ]

Depends on the favor. [ At least he doesn't immediately shoot it down, as he adjusts his approach more towards Childe than the kitchen doorway. ]

[toyska]

[Thanks for potentially playing along, Ming Yi. He gestures towards the door.]

Could you step in here for a moment? I'd like to test something.

[maelstroms]

... did someone do something in the kitchen? Is this going to be like the simulation room again?

[ Ming Yi can't say he's thrilled with the prospects of this. But, aight, sure. He steps into the kitchen, making his way in until Childe tells him something is off. ]

w2, wednesday, pre-event

[maelstroms]

[ We are here, in the cargo bay, where the mods have unfortunately informed us that the fleshy mold will grow when you poke it. Ming Yi has poked it exactly once with the end of his shovel, and doesn't look - particularly pleased with the discovery that it does things like that.

He's mostly spent his time in the garden, and the chapel, so this is... interesting.

But he doesn't glance up, necessarily, when someone comes in. Just angles his head enough to see who it is as he leans on his shovel, watching the mold expand. ]

I have a feeling we're going to be looking for evidence in this mess, later.

[toyska]

[Childe's a nosy binch, but he's also more careful and thorough than one might think, and also he was (coughs) busy yesterday, so! It takes him a little while to get down here, but here he is.

And, look. Childe is bothered by approximately nothing, but even he isn't a huge fan of FLESHY MOLDS THAT MOVE AND GROW WHEN YOU POKE THEM. Nasty.]

I suppose we can only hope these things don't have much of a taste for flesh. [MORBID but given the way the last trial went...]

[maelstroms]

[ Yeah you sure fucking were busy yesterday, weren't you!

There's a noncommittal noise, at first, as Ming Yi watches the nasty flesh mold - because, like, it's not the weirdest thing he's ever seen. He's an MXTX novel character. ]

Ideally, but I'm not going to risk getting close enough to find out. [ Eventually he straightens, tucking the shovel against his shoulder and turning a little. Not enough to make eye contact, but unfortunately close enough for the memshare effect to kick in. ]

[toyska]

[STOP DON'T LOOK AT ME.

Just like Childe can never look Ming Yi in the eyes again, wow, he runs away crying and screaming-- no I'm kidding. When he blinks out of the memory, the first thing he says is just--]

Why is it always decapitation?

w5, friday

[toyska]

[HELLO MING YI.

Wherever he is, Childe will stop him with a little wave! His jacket is still missing, but at least his sleeves are rolled down. Unfortunately he still has the bermuda triangle tailoring for his shirt, so there is no respectability here.]

Do you have a moment?

[maelstroms]

[ Has there ever been any respectibility in this place..? Nevermind Childe's fashion choices.

But he's in transit, and Ming Yi pauses when he's waved down, tilting his head slightly. He doesn't have his shovel with him at the moment, for once, but that's because it's with Qingxuan if Childe has seen her. ]

I do. Is it something that should be taken out of the halls?

[toyska]

[He has seen her! And doesn't look all that surprised to see him minus shovel, no.]

Some privacy would be good, yes.

[So into the nearest room, which is /throws dart The Garden. The amiable smile immediately drops off his face, and Childe presses a hand to his forehead.]

Do you have any idea how much trouble that little prank of yours has caused me?

[maelstroms]

[ Off to the Garden! He moves along calmly, hands folded behind his back.

And then when he watches him :stressedbunny:, there's a slow blink, a beat of silence, and then his usual deadpan: ]

No, but I imagine you're going to tell me. [ There's absolutely no point in denying it, considering, so he just takes it in stride. ] I will say that it wasn't my intention for someone else to wind up taking the blame, but if someone else hadn't decided to target him midtrial before he realized I imagine it would've come and gone as intended.

w5 saturday, post-trial

[maelstroms]

[ He hasn't had much of an interest in speaking to any of the convicted thus far, but he'll come see Childe after a while - once he's sure that he's been visited by those that'll have Words for him. ]

That could've gone better.

[toyska]

[HELLO OTHER BAD MAN. Childe doesn't look surprised to see him.]

It would have, if Mahito hadn't died on me.

[maelstroms]

He mentioned that he was going to be working with someone this week, when he talked to me about it on Monday - it was you, then?

[ He's just vibing! He'll come up to the bars and drop to sit opposite him, unlike the last time he was in here and kept his distance from the convicted. ]

week 5, sunday

[maelstroms]

[ fun times at fuckmont high!

Here comes Ming Yi into the medbay, once he's certain there'll be fewer people around babysitting Childe. It's been a long day, for more than just the execution, and, well. He really would have been fine either way this went - if they decided to kill him, or if they did this, letting him live.

He doubts it'll be for long. ]

I don't know if congratulations are in order or not.

[toyska]

[Childe has also had a long day, for obvious reasons--he's healed up now, just leaning back against the bed, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. He turns his head, but doesn't sit up to greet Ming Yi, just lifts his hand in a wave with a soft laugh.]

That makes two of us.