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[ 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..?
... but he does have questions, as a Ye Olde. ] What're you doing..?
[well! mineo is just about to put his hand against the panel when he hears someone approaching, and then looking over his shoulder]
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.
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.
[ words are coming out of Mineo's mouth and they actually make sense to Ming Yi, which is great because he has no idea what this room is for ]
No, I came here to see what this was now that we can get to it - you're conjuring something?
No, I came here to see what this was now that we can get to it - you're conjuring something?
[ 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.
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.
.... 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. ]
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. ]
[ . . . . mineo will just sigh, and head to take a seat not too far from ming yi. he listens, if only because he's also someone who wants to understand.]
... yeah. So we have to be ready for it happening again - and to do better next time so if we agree to one of those stupid votes, at least we don't send someone who's innocent.
[but also.
he's not sure if he really believes in the votes at all, so.]
... yeah. So we have to be ready for it happening again - and to do better next time so if we agree to one of those stupid votes, at least we don't send someone who's innocent.
[but also.
he's not sure if he really believes in the votes at all, so.]
Who's to say if the majority votes were wrong or not? Her distress was genuine, but so was the evidence. Either she was framed or something greater is in play. People being used as puppets is not unheard of, where I come from, and there are many things unanswered.
But some precautions would do us good, I think.
[ He's thinking of the lockdown, and of not getting a better look at Molly and Beau when they were locked in with them. ]
But some precautions would do us good, I think.
[ He's thinking of the lockdown, and of not getting a better look at Molly and Beau when they were locked in with them. ]
[ . . . . ]
It said Not Guilty - so either we believe that and truly get that we fucked up, or we question it and doubt the whole system... is what you're saying? [a beat] I wouldn't say the latter too loudly around Molly-san if I were you.
[just in case]
I'm leaning toward her being framed, and we all fell for it - hook, line, and sinker.
It said Not Guilty - so either we believe that and truly get that we fucked up, or we question it and doubt the whole system... is what you're saying? [a beat] I wouldn't say the latter too loudly around Molly-san if I were you.
[just in case]
I'm leaning toward her being framed, and we all fell for it - hook, line, and sinker.
Despite belonging to the Despair group, I've no intentions of spreading that level of dissent, especially considering Mollymauk was more than willing to lash out.
[ This Saturday they're now execution-forged friends, so it's fine. ]
But no matter what the truth is, we fell for every piece of the lie that was given to us. This system doesn't have much structure, and so we're left scrabbling to find it.
[ This Saturday they're now execution-forged friends, so it's fine. ]
But no matter what the truth is, we fell for every piece of the lie that was given to us. This system doesn't have much structure, and so we're left scrabbling to find it.
[ 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 -
This is personal. ]
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. ]
[ - and maybe.
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.]
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.]
[ I am still going to kill you
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.
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.
[ . . . . oh. oh.
that makes mineo pause and automatically his expression flickers to something more worried - he felt that emotion. it's not a pleasant one. it's something that eats at you, destroys you like you want to reach into someone else's chest and crush their heart too.]
..... sorry, then - that you know the feeling.
[because it's not one he'd wish on anybody. but he does place a hand on ming yi's shoulder, concerned.
no one wants to ever feel like they're too late to do right by someone they treasured.]
that makes mineo pause and automatically his expression flickers to something more worried - he felt that emotion. it's not a pleasant one. it's something that eats at you, destroys you like you want to reach into someone else's chest and crush their heart too.]
..... sorry, then - that you know the feeling.
[because it's not one he'd wish on anybody. but he does place a hand on ming yi's shoulder, concerned.
no one wants to ever feel like they're too late to do right by someone they treasured.]
[mineo means fucking business today.
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.
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.
[ 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?
Ming Yi stares blankly at him for a second. ]
... what?
Ming Yi stares blankly at him for a second. ]
... what?
[mineo holds up two things in one hand as though he was waiting to be asked. (he was.)
the first is this horrid book.
the second is the remote to the rec room tv.]
It's time for art.
[IS IT?]
the first is this horrid book.
the second is the remote to the rec room tv.]
It's time for art.
[IS IT?]
[ It's only through sheer what the fuckery and the fact that Ming Yi has equated Mineo to a puppy that he gets away with this, honestly, and his feet move with the guidance. ]
I'm not an artist. What are you even talking about? [ FUCKING MODERNS ]
I'm not an artist. What are you even talking about? [ FUCKING MODERNS ]
[ 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. ]
Mineo. How's the hand?
Mineo. How's the hand?
Good use of it for a cold clock, at least.
[ He wasn't planning on stopping him from punching Fukuda. ]
... so long as you don't make me watch another romcom, you can come in. I have some drinks and food in here, anyways. [ This is as clear an indicator out of Ming Yi as there ever could be that he doesn't mind Mineo's company. ] I can't promise I'll be very good company, but you can decide that, I guess.
[ He wasn't planning on stopping him from punching Fukuda. ]
... so long as you don't make me watch another romcom, you can come in. I have some drinks and food in here, anyways. [ This is as clear an indicator out of Ming Yi as there ever could be that he doesn't mind Mineo's company. ] I can't promise I'll be very good company, but you can decide that, I guess.
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