[pcs] nogiku

[ktiseos]

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w0, saturday

[ktiseos]

[so! there is now a shower in the mansion bathroom!

and there is a 9-foot man standing outside it, scrutinizing it. there are odd acid-looking burns here and there on his clothes, so it's not difficult to see what he might need this for, but... well.

there is absolutely no way he's going to fit, and he exhales a frustrated little huff of a breath.]

[pura]

[sir who gave you the right to be so tall and also so crispy

Nogiku stops on her way to the shower when she notices a man is already there. Normally, she would just turn the fuck around and mind her own business... But, of course, he has those burns on his clothes. After a moment of hesitation, she clicks her tongue in annoyance.]

... You may be able to squeeze inside if you find something to sit on.

[Good luck with that, though.]

[ktiseos]

Mayhap so, but finding something which will bear sufficient weight presents its own problems.

[thanks, this place is terrible.]

I am beginning to think I am best off simply standing in the rain for a time.

[pura]

And the clowns?

[Which is worse: Searching for a nonexistent bench, or dealing with exploding clowns?]

[ktiseos]

I am hardly concerned with them.

[he can take a clown in a fight.]

week zero, thursday.

[pura]

[Well, the rooftop sure is nice.

Nogiku is leaning against the iron railings, looking up at the rainbow colored lights until she realizes someone else has made their way up here. A pause, and then, slowly:]

Have you checked out the shower?

[ktiseos]

So I have, yes.

[he is, at last, a clean emet-selch...]

It seems the accommodations here do, in fact, take size into account.

[pura]

Oh? That's good news.

[Congrats on your hygiene!!]

You must have been pretty relieved, huh?

[ktiseos]

Exceedingly.

[he exhales an exhausted sigh. thank fuck.]

The bed is a suitable size, as well. A welcome change from what we had before.

[pura]

Mm, so it can be considerate...

[ma'am, your bitterness. it shows.]

What's your floor like?

w1, monday

[ktiseos]

[hewwo again. emet-selch is in the art room! he's just looking over the supplies and the existing art in here, curious, though he's taken up nothing himself.

he mutters, mostly under his breath:]

Hm. More to their tastes than mine, I would think.

[pura]

[Emet, your friends.

Nogiku hears him mumbling and gives him an odd look, but. Maybe not her business?

After a beat:]

... This is different, huh?

[ktiseos]

-so it is.

[he doesn't outwardly react otherwise to being #caughtin4k, just continuing to observe a painting. it's fine.]

And more useful than the springs, certainly.

[pura]

Why did we need the springs, anyway? We already have a hot tub.

[they could have gotten something else? smh.]

[ktiseos]

Precisely-! One would think we could have chosen any number of more helpful locations, and yet they wished for... additional baths.

w2, friday

[ktiseos]

[here we are once again at the krusty krab- i mean the void, where emet-selch is scrolling through that message thread.]

Again-

[he exhales a sigh, there, shakes his head.]

[pura]

[emet's krabby patties...

nogiku is also done catching up with the public texts, and dead eyeing the fact that their baby bird saw.]

The Prism likes to stick to a schedule, huh?

w4, saturday

[ktiseos]

[hi nogiku... he stops in the bar probably to grab something for someone else, or just to see if there's anyone in here? wherever she's vibing, he'll come find a spot to sit nearby.]

Well. Once again, I suppose the rest comes down to time.

[pura]

... Yes, as usual.

[Hope he isn't an anti-smoking ad like November, because Nogiku smells of the stuff. She has a slightly crushed beer can in front of her, stubbed cigarettes sticking out of it.]

Did you find anything while taking a closer look at the others?

[ktiseos]

[his nose wrinkles a little at the smell, but he doesn't say anything about it. that's her problem to have.]

I didn't, no. I do still believe the purple gum is unlikely to be November's, and it may be someone who could use heliotrope, so beyond that... I suppose it also comes down to whether we think those who fit the clothing best did wear it, or someone else.

[pura]

[...

She's silent for a moment. Then, she touches one of her ears.]

Of the people who fit the clothing the best, only Hot Pants had an injury that matched what we were looking for. It still needed to be bandaged. There were scratches on Miyoshi-san as well. However...

[Could scratches bleed enough for that?]

week five, thursday.

[pura]

[Looking for him in the medbay...! Did he make it in one piece?]

[ktiseos]

[barely! but yes, he is here, all bandaged up all over his torso. he still looks somewhat burned, still pretty hurt, but no longer, you know. actively dying.]

...Nogiku.

[he glances up, like he's maybe a little surprised to see her here. hello.]

[pura]

[There are a lot of people she wants to see who are currently injured, and he is not the worst of the bunch.]

Emet-selch-san...

[A beat, after something occurs to them.]

Could you use the pods at all?

[ARE THE PODS ANTI-EMET TOO...]

[ktiseos]

Ah- I could, yes. But with the number of us... indisposed, so to speak...

[a pause, as he takes a slow breath in, exhales again with a slight wince.]

I have stabilized myself. The rest shall come once I've the opportunity.

[he's not going to dodge healing but also. so many people, two pods.]