[ well... ash is gonna make a stop round by the director's office, just to see if the bnunies are back -- and more importantly whether they're still in those little outfits because what the fuck, stylish -- it would be great if he ran into someone here, huh? ]
[ well, after all those shenanigans, ash is down by the lake for a bit to just. y'know. not be around people for a bit.
he's flopped out on the ground by the lake again, arms folded under his head, looking pretty relaxed all things considered. considering everything that's happened over the weekend, this is a sort of weird mood to be in but. he'll take it for now. ]
anyway he's kicking around the outside gym, looking at some of the equipment, and eventually reaching up to put a hand on one of the pull up bars like he's seeing just how high it is.
[ gimme one serving of some good ol’ child losin’ their parents on a bridge trauma please and thank you ]
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i mean is instinct is almost to lash out but he manages not to. somehow. he just kinda shifts sideways and whirls around, he’s ready to fight—!!! but then it’s just minako and he
[ the pokes make her shriek in uncontrollable laughter and dance away, back into the chilly rain. grinning, she looks at Ash, and-
first, there is heat. and then, there is the sound - of something crackling, whirring away.
he looks up, and sees the car door. it's upside down, the top of the window touching the road, because everything is upside down. he's lying on the roof and his seatbelt is dangling somewhere above him.
out. he needs to get out, so mom and dad can find him. so he crawls, heading for the only way out, carefully picking his way through the shattered glass. through the streaks of red.
he makes it out, and pushes himself to his feet and there is-
there are
he sees-
the Moon is so F U L L
he pulls his eyes down from the moon, and his eyes land on the jacket his dad was wearing. he's still wearing it. it's been stained a deep, dark color. he can see the stain spreading, even from here.
he turns and looks back at the front of the car, and can see hair, dangling from the passenger's seat.
can see a single hand lying limp against the car's roof.
can see more and more red.
(it's so quiet now. where did all the sound go?)
he looks back up again. the moon looms, swollen and yellow and full.
he doesn't look down again until he hears the sirens.
[ well... ash might be getting one memory, but minako will be getting one as well -- at the same time that minako's memory starts playing for ash, the world as minako sees it will shift as well and
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into her mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from her stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelmingly like burnt... something else. She starts to scrabble to her feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Minako's seeing, her hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones she has now, and they're covered with scratches and marks from her attempt to escape. The air when she scrambles free is fresher than beneath that debris, but it's heavy, and thick with smoke and haze.
Wherever Minako was had been beautiful once. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. It looks like the sort of thing you'd see in a picture book - so few houses, a small community, with views into the distance out over a clifftop.
WEEK 0, SATURDAY post trial
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Oh, hey Ash-san. Looking for some TLC?
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[ also oh, there is someone here. ]
Just wondering if they were here. That means we can speak to the directors again, right?
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Mmhm. Hoping to get some answers?
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No. But nothing can stop me asking the questions over and over until they crack.
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week 1, monday
he's flopped out on the ground by the lake again, arms folded under his head, looking pretty relaxed all things considered. considering everything that's happened over the weekend, this is a sort of weird mood to be in but. he'll take it for now. ]
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[ the voice comes from
right above him. when he opens his eyes, he'll see Minako peering down at him. hewwo. ]
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[ wow fuck his personal space amirite? ]
Hello.
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she'll back off a bit to drop down on the shore beside him ]
Nice night for a bit of... water-side basking?
[ what is he doing out here? ]
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[ he’s cooked a fair bit, and gone around the sports hall, and spent half the day weeding someone else’s vegetable patch so.
rest. ]
Good thing none of us got really stubborn about wandering through the fog last week, or we might have had a few impromptu dips.
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w2, thursday, morning
We're going on a date! Get ready!
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he's not. ]
Sorry, real busy day. I've gotta go stare at the lake like it's gonna reveal all the secrets of this stupid camp to me.
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Wow, that sounds super boring and lame. You should definitely cancel all of that and explore a portal with me.
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Whereabouts you gonna look?
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[ am i going crazy or is this a HTTYD portal ]
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anyway he's kicking around the outside gym, looking at some of the equipment, and eventually reaching up to put a hand on one of the pull up bars like he's seeing just how high it is.
come at him. ]
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this is where Minako appears behind him, fingers wiggling and tickling at his sides
betrayal
(also pick a mem) ]
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[ B E T R A Y AL
i mean is instinct is almost to lash out but he manages not to. somehow. he just kinda shifts sideways and whirls around, he’s ready to fight—!!! but then it’s just minako and he
pokes her in the side. ]
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[ the pokes make her shriek in uncontrollable laughter and dance away, back into the chilly rain. grinning, she looks at Ash, and-
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There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into her mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from her stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelmingly like burnt... something else. She starts to scrabble to her feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Minako's seeing, her hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones she has now, and they're covered with scratches and marks from her attempt to escape. The air when she scrambles free is fresher than beneath that debris, but it's heavy, and thick with smoke and haze.
Wherever Minako was had been beautiful once. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. It looks like the sort of thing you'd see in a picture book - so few houses, a small community, with views into the distance out over a clifftop.
Or... it was all this, at some point.
It doesn't look that way anymore. ]
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week 4, wednesday
The task was... what, 20 questions? Might as well get on with it before someone tries to get a broom and gets really confused.
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What, you don't enjoy the smell of disinfectant?
[ is that... her first question... ]
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I've literally never thought about it.
[ mINAKO. ] Alright, who's picking the mystery object first and who's guessing. That's how it works, yeah?
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[ she might have assumed 20 questions was just... 20 questions. ]
Umm, you can go first, then. Pick an object!
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Alright. Done.
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