[ It's the simulation room that Ming Yi is investigating, today, when he almost has to do a double take at seeing red and eyepatch out of his peripheral, before his kneejerk reaction cools it. No need to be seeing ghosts around every corner in a place like this, it's not like Hua Cheng would agree to doing this kind of thing.
... but he does have questions, as a Ye Olde. ] What're you doing..?
[ rng picked common room for brooding time, so here Ming Yi is. He's been making his way through areas, simply checking to see if they've reverted to what they once were before all of this. A part of him thinks, for a moment, to just turn right back around when he sees Mineo. But another part of him is... interested, a little, in what his reaction to all of this is. ]
I'm not sure this is actual "justice," in the end, but I suppose you have the beginning of an answer after those results.
[ . . . . . when he's spoken to, he looks in that direction, and then he just blinks.]
.... it's not.
Actual "justice", I mean.
[a beat, like he's trying to think about it]
... and maybe that thing doesn't actually exist in a place like this. [fairness, morality, certainty] So maybe that's why I'm pissed people will use it to make themselves feel better about putting more people in danger.
[ Making his way over to the bar, he moves and drops into a seat, rather than going to make a drink. Simply settling in, folding his arms and leaning back against the bar itself. ]
The morality of people here is far more varied than would allow for reason. [ plain and simple ] And somewhere that no rules are truly enforced, no laws have been put in place, there's a chance that we'll see this again. Especially since evidence pointed towards her, but the vote was deemed incorrect.
[ What's the truth? He's not broken up about Tamaki's death, or Beau's upcoming sentence. But he does want to know how this place works, and why these things are coming into play. ]
[ We haven’t made any progress with video analysis.
Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
maybe it's just a little ironic, to give that memory to a guy who has the scars to show that he was saved. to show that someone made it to him in time, even if mineo's friend wasn't so lucky.
even if mineo wasn't quite as good at what he does as sqx apparently. he still looks - apologetic.]
After spending all day on Monday running into people, dealing with their memories and the general suffering from most of them, Ming Yi is - tired. Resigned, admittedly, to the entire thing, but tired. Mineo greeting him catches his attention, and there's no time for him to backtrack the look he sends his way.
... though, the memory doesn't strike him quite the way that the others have. It hits at his core, leaving him quiet in a shocked sort of way, not quite realizing that the memory ends until he gets the apology from Mineo and actually registers it.
But it isn't because of what happened with Hua Cheng. ]
It's - fine, Mineo. [ A beat. ] ... I suppose it's something that I understand, anyways.
with his jacket on his shoulders, shirt buttoned up, tie straightened, and in general just looking all the more put together as if to convey his seriousness about this topic, he reaches out to gently hold onto ming yi's arm]
[ Is this what happens when you share your important loss and quest for revenge on their behalf by memshare? When you bond with someone over shared despair? Is this what he has to deal with now?
[ There's a beat, but the door does eventually open to Ming Yi dressed down a little, hair out of its usual high ponytail, inner robes rolled up to his elbows and outer one discarded for the time being. ]
[ Here is Ming Yi, making... a salad bowl of popcorn. He's figured out the microwave - not hard to follow instructions - and pauses from where he's staring it down as it pops ominously. ]
Didn't you already make me do this once? [ That could be more snippy, if he were complaining with his whole chest. ] I'm fine, though. The weekend was more tolerable than the week itself, once we finished with the trial.
[and i actually realized that this is probably after he got accosted? so his hair's down and it looks nice and brushed, and there's eyeliner drawn for a sharp cat eye on his visible eye. what happened to mineo who did this.]
But yeah...? That sounds good. [he does seem relieved] If you got to relax after all the stress, I'm glad to hear it.
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... but he does have questions, as a Ye Olde. ] What're you doing..?
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Oh! Hey, man. I'm about to conjure up something but... you wanna use it instead?
The whole room shifts and can look like something else! It's crazy cool.
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No, I came here to see what this was now that we can get to it - you're conjuring something?
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I'm not sure this is actual "justice," in the end, but I suppose you have the beginning of an answer after those results.
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.... it's not.
Actual "justice", I mean.
[a beat, like he's trying to think about it]
... and maybe that thing doesn't actually exist in a place like this. [fairness, morality, certainty] So maybe that's why I'm pissed people will use it to make themselves feel better about putting more people in danger.
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The morality of people here is far more varied than would allow for reason. [ plain and simple ] And somewhere that no rules are truly enforced, no laws have been put in place, there's a chance that we'll see this again. Especially since evidence pointed towards her, but the vote was deemed incorrect.
[ What's the truth? He's not broken up about Tamaki's death, or Beau's upcoming sentence. But he does want to know how this place works, and why these things are coming into play. ]
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week 2, tuesday for variety [1/3]
and he'll just open his mouth in greeting - ]
Oh, Ming Yi-san. How's it—
[YEET THE MEMORY TIME]
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Hey. Enomoto, you look - ….. shit.
Enomoto, have you slept? Eaten? It’s been days, man, just—
Give it up, Enomoto, those guys are probably already dead.
If it’s really Adonis, then we’re probably too late.
Their words echo through your ears as you approach an abandoned warehouse. You hear the apathy in their voices, the mocking. They’ve already given up on ever finding their missing comrades. But you don’t listen. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t stop looking until -
Until the smell of blood hits you as soon as you throw open the door.
The room spills out in front of you. Slumped against the wall, there is one man.
The one you’ve been looking for.
You barely recall protocol - you call your superior, you give an address and nothing more - and you approach the man you admired. Yuuta Fuji. Your idol left to rot in the outskirts of Shinjuku five days after he was killed on video.
You’ve never felt hatred like this before. You’ve never wanted someone dead before. The job is dangerous and sometimes people get hurt but you’ve always been willing to be the person to put your neck on the line for somebody else, even a stranger.
Right now, face to face with the bloody corpse of someone you treasured, all you want is to hurt somebody else the way that you’re hurting now. To take their greatest source of admiration and shoot it down.
A voice (25:18 - 26:14) cuts through after you’ve been standing there for who knows how long. He gives you orders. You know you have to follow them. Set up a perimeter, gather evidence, solve the case like you’ve solved so many before. This is your job.
But as one tear rolls down your cheek without permission, you know something else -
This is personal. ]
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maybe it's just a little ironic, to give that memory to a guy who has the scars to show that he was saved. to show that someone made it to him in time, even if mineo's friend wasn't so lucky.
even if mineo wasn't quite as good at what he does as sqx apparently. he still looks - apologetic.]
... sorry, I didn't -
[mean to share. obviously.]
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After spending all day on Monday running into people, dealing with their memories and the general suffering from most of them, Ming Yi is - tired. Resigned, admittedly, to the entire thing, but tired. Mineo greeting him catches his attention, and there's no time for him to backtrack the look he sends his way.
... though, the memory doesn't strike him quite the way that the others have. It hits at his core, leaving him quiet in a shocked sort of way, not quite realizing that the memory ends until he gets the apology from Mineo and actually registers it.
But it isn't because of what happened with Hua Cheng. ]
It's - fine, Mineo. [ A beat. ] ... I suppose it's something that I understand, anyways.
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week 2, wednesday
with his jacket on his shoulders, shirt buttoned up, tie straightened, and in general just looking all the more put together as if to convey his seriousness about this topic, he reaches out to gently hold onto ming yi's arm]
Dude.
I need you to see something.
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Ming Yi stares blankly at him for a second. ]
... what?
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the first is this horrid book.
the second is the remote to the rec room tv.]
It's time for art.
[IS IT?]
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week 2, post-trial
Ming Yi-san... It's me, if you're up for talking.
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Mineo. How's the hand?
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Cactus-free.
[ . . . ]
Want some company? We can talk about everything or... I dunno. Shoot the shit. I can get us something to drink.
[he just recognizes that ming yi in particular had a long trial]
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week 3, monday
Yo, Yi-kun! You made it! [HE LOOKS SO EXCITED] Are you gonna be good to join us? How are you feeling after this weekend...?
[ - and maybe he also wants to check in? yeah]
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Didn't you already make me do this once? [ That could be more snippy, if he were complaining with his whole chest. ] I'm fine, though. The weekend was more tolerable than the week itself, once we finished with the trial.
[ Mostly. ]
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Yeah, it's time for Round 2!
[and i actually realized that this is probably after he got accosted? so his hair's down and it looks nice and brushed, and there's eyeliner drawn for a sharp cat eye on his visible eye. what happened to mineo who did this.]
But yeah...? That sounds good. [he does seem relieved] If you got to relax after all the stress, I'm glad to hear it.
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w5, friday
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week 6, tuesday
Let's talk?
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sure.
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w6, saturday
take from that what you want for what my "type" is
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