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week 0, monday

[constellates]

[it sure is monday - and anya's still cooking. anya's been cooking and baking, and now it's so much easier since the kitchen isn't trashed!! amazing.

if someone's sense of smell isn't missing, they can probably get a waft of her treats - a basket of cookies and another bowl of pirozhki!! though as she wanders out with her items, she might blink as she catches jin ling just

struggling.]

... Jin Ling...? Ладно? Are you okay?

[Jin Ling? Daijoubu? o: ]

[goldpeony]

[Yeah, he's sitting in the dining room trying to do the Eat thing while failing miserably. He can feel his arm, thank GOD, and he can feel where it should go... but getting from point A to point B is a lot more difficult when you previously took seeing-feeling for granted.

Extra hard when he can see blobs of everything but no single detail.

His head jerks up at the voice, and the spoon smacks him right in the chin, spilling. He growls softly in frustration and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand.]

No. I can't...! Something happened to my eyes!

[constellates]

[oh he mad

anya frowns for a little bit at that before she moves to place her goodies down next to him - and then she'll get a cloth napkin before going to sit down next to him.]

I am going to touch you.

[she's going to warn him just before she lets her hand circle around his wrist so that she can use the napkin to wipe at his hand because that's gross, it's at least a gentle touch so that he can pull away if he really wants to]

Слепой? Cannot see...?

[goldpeony]

Do--

[The touch makes him start, but he only stiffens rather than yanks his arm away. He's worried about making more of a mess, tbh.] Everything is... blurry. [He pulls it back just slightly, not understanding the sensation immediately, and then he unfurls his fingers.

Oh, napkin. He's safe.]

I'm probably poisoned.

[constellates]

[yea it's just a napkin and she'll let him pull away once she's done wiping at his hand anyway. though she will sort of just like. gently guide the hand holding the napkin up to his chin where there might still be some mess....]

Mm... there is a doctor? And a firefighter. Both can do медицинская... Health check.

[she's starting to feel a bit strangely too but - she won't mention it unless asked.]

Do you want me to get them?

w0, sunday

[goldpeony]

[YAY. He has his sight back! And also, there is a new addition to his wardrobe: a bell with a tassel tied to his waist.

He's not.........checking on her, but he's checking on her.]

[constellates]

[Jin Ling is so good - given the fact that Anya has just pulled up a chair to the large, large windows of the dining room and seems to have completely curled up on it. Her notepad is on her lap, a crayon in her hand as she looks between what she's drawing and the starry sky in front of her - though he might catch her wincing every now and then depending on where she puts pressure on her hands.

Otherwise, she's quiet, and withdrawn.

If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all - right?]

[goldpeony]

[For a long moment or two, he just watches her. And at first, he thinks to turn away and move on. He almost does, but hesitates anyway. Ughhhhhh. Stupid girls. Stupid nice girls. He ventures in, looking around like he's--what?

More concerned about checking the room, definitely not checking on her.]

Hey. What are you doing?

[constellates]

[The room definitely needs Jin Ling to check on it!!

Anya, meanwhile, is fine.

She looks a little surprised when she's addressed, jolting and wincing again when her fingers seem to brush against her crayon at her fingertips. Though she will process his question and then answer simply:]

Звезды... I am making a map of the stars.

[and she'll turn her notepad so that he can see it - trusting that now he actually can - and he'll see that there is indeed a rather detailed map of stars and light, dotted lines to indicate possible constellations]

w1, sunday post execution

[goldpeony]

[he probably would have tsunderely jumped on her like toi after the trial if i had been there rip me but w/e

Guess he's finding her again to come CHECK ON HER not that HE CARES or whatever. Why did he spend so much time yelling at her about her damn burnt fingers when she just turned around and got two whacked off?!?]

Anastasia.

[He still refuses Anya, but especially now because he's angy.]

[constellates]

[jin ling didn't care - but the thing is that anya doesn't like having her full name said? especially since normally if someone says her full name that can mean that they're angry with her - kind of like right now!

hence why she's going to pause in getting ingredients to cook in the kitchen because of COURSE that's what she's doing]

... Jin Ling...?

[she already sounds nervous - and automatically moves to hide her bandaged hand from him]

[goldpeony]

[Yes, well. HE IS. MAD. He stalks more inside, but at least doesn't descend on her or anything.]

Why did you do that?! You could have voted for someone else. If you don't know who to vote for, just vote for me! Or Kuji Toi!

[constellates]

[oh

oh boy

IMMEDIATELY the nerves disappear and for once she digs her heels in, giving him a very stern look. anya never glares at anyone, but it's about as close as she gets.]

Нет. No. Never.

... I voted for me because Anya was not smart enough to vote with sureness. But I will never vote for you until I cannot believe in you anymore.

[but knowing anya that's like

fucking never]

Please do not ask me that again. Друг. You are my friend, even if I am not yours. Voting for you because I make mistake is not right.

week 2, thursday

[constellates]

[it's thursday!

and

she is tired. she's deeply tired, but that probably won't register that strangely to jin ling. rather, he'll feel only the phantom ache in his right hand where his knuckles would normally meet his index finger and his pinky. anya will also peer out into the hallway from the kitchen and if she's lucky enough to see him -

she perks up, genuinely pleased to see him! the happy little feeling will resound in his chest like an echo]

Jin Ling! Иди сюда. Here, please.

[goldpeony]

[OH BOY.

He's wandering around because.........because.

Confused, he glances at his own hand while he makes his way over. His brows are together, but there's a decidedly lack of... anger? Weird! He feels strangely relaxed, but very tired, too.]

...what?

[constellates]

[is he high, anna

he's fucking high isn't he

anyway anya is going to encourage him to enter the kitchen after her]

Суп. Made soup. Please taste...

[ - and he'll probably recognize the smell? given that it's

definitely lotus root soup]

[goldpeony]

[he may or may not be high


he's fucking high]

Sou--?

[The thing is, he recognizes the smell, but there's nothing to associate with it. Not emotionally. The feeling that tightens his chest is sort of hollow, not even a memory. It's--theory. He sort of stops once inside, shocked, but he doesn't really feel very angry about it.]

w2, post trial 😒

[goldpeony]

[i hate myself and the characters i play but anyway

Jin Ling is looking for Anya!! GOD! Where tf is she hiding?]

[constellates]

[well he's going to be looking for a while unless he automatically goes outside!!

which is where she is, at the playground, chilling on the swingset with her notepad. she doesn't seem to be crying this time, instead just doodling in the notepad some shapes before looking up at the sky, and then repeating the process

she hums quietly to herself. it's something slow, and sad, but this is self-care i guess]

[goldpeony]

[He does a brief look around the mansion, but he's sulky enough to run outside himself, so it isn't super long before he stumbles on her swinging on the playground.

But that's when his nerve breaks, and he absolutely detours around her to disappear. Only to...............come back in a few minutes, looking frustrated on top of everything else. He stands awkwardly where she can see, but far away, and he doesn't say anything.]

[constellates]

[ - she honestly assumes that he realized she was there and didn't want to talk to her. normally she would say something, but she's a little too sad tonight, even if that makes her sadder, so she lets him go for the first time without much of a word.

but when he comes back and just hovers nearby she will actually look up and - ]

... Сидеть. Can sit here, if you want to stay.

[she gestures to the empty swing next to her]

i finally learned it's week 6, friday

[constellates]

[jin ling: go get healed and rest
anya: does neither of those things

which is presumably why she's going to be exiting the kitchen now, carefully holding onto a bowl of stew!! it's lotus root stew, because of course it is, and she'll be stepping carefully carefully carefully to.... well, wherever jin ling is. she's not in a rush, but she is looking for him

hence poking her head into different rooms and asking - ]

Ling?

i keep forgetting also

[goldpeony]

[anya god DAMMIT

I have already forgotten the layout of the cabin, but he's standing and vibing to himself in one of the rooms. He's got a lot to think about is all! But he does turn when she calls his name, his brows furrowing at what she has in her hand. SHE IS USING HER HANDS. GoD.

He spins in place and hustles over to her, lips thin.]

What are you doing?! Don't carry that around when your hand is bad!

[Give him the bowl dammit.]

[constellates]

[yea she's using her hands - ]

Осторожный. Careful, may be hot.

[is she ignoring him. but she will at least hand it to him fairly easily then.]

Might not be so good since stew gets better with more time but...

[who knows what time they have tomorrow]

[goldpeony]

[Look. She was wandering around carrying it, so he can carry it fine. Besides, his hands are way more calloused, and the warmth of the bowl doesn't seem to bother him when he takes it. It smells like the lotus root soup he knows--even if he doesn't know his mom's.]

You didn't... You shouldn't have worried about it. You're meant to be resting.