[ someone help subete ]

[constellates]

i will put a meme here

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week 1, monday

[constellates]

[who can say what subete is doing today, probably minding his own damn business?

that's too bad because there's going to be a very dainty hand just traveling along the floor, a long soup ladle in hand





nothing to see here]

[allfornone]

[OK but consider: Subete is doing absolutely nothing, but his limbs sure are flailing about as ridiculously as all of him was last week, and now we have to thread a pair of fucking limbs for the entire rest of the thread.

OK, no. Not for the entire rest of the thread but you know what. There's just a whole arm parked stiffly at a corner like an angry delimbquent. Looming ominously and everything. It is holding nothing, but it doesn't need to: as soon as it sees the soup ladle hand it somehow straightens even more and turns menacingly.




One, two, three, four: we declare much more than a thumb war.]

[constellates]

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this is too funny to pass up

given the fact that the hand will notice the menacing nature of the angry wholeass arm, and just seem to straighten up. elongated fingers, holding onto more tightly onto the soup ladle

before it seems to swing it around and point it directly at the angry arm

en garde]

[allfornone]

[I just realized I wrote that the arm could see so pretend it's seeing with like its aura or its spirit or something. This arm has A+ perception. But it is, sadly, unarmed.

That doesn't stop it from ever so slowly leaning away from the wall, swiveling to keep its soup ladle nemesis in its (metaphorical?) sights. There are no arm guards for it to garde with, but what it can do is lower itself slightly, fingers out and in a claw formation. It is in fact a fairly muscular arm, so at least it has that going for it.

Then it makes a lazy, beckoning motion. Quit twiddling your thumb.]

week one, post-trial

[constellates]

[hey what's up, anya is... around? she's around. it looks like her hand has managed to get bandaged up, at least, but she seems to be intended to head... outside but...

she lingers by the weird collapsed bed on the first floor hall....

and stares at it for a while,]

[allfornone]

[God don't call him out by hanging out by the ridiculous bedwreck here. Subete is... also seemingly heading out, wearing slightly less fancy clothes than usual -- at least he's forgone the waistcoat, somehow he always dresses up pretty diligently for trials, maybe out of habit or something -- and already making light jogging motions at freedom.

But then there's. Anya. And he was probably hoping to find her sooner or later because yeah that sure was an end of trial. With Michiru and... everything, one could almost forget what's coming tomorrow. Very almost. Why are weekends always like this.

Subete pauses within sight and then just raises his (attached!!) hand in an awkward sort of wave.]

Anya-san... It's good to see you had that taken care of. I didn't expect them to start handing out punishments like -- like that this time.

[But it looks like the kid gloves are off, in so many ways!! F.]

[constellates]

[Oh - when he addresses her, she looks toward him and... neatly hides her hand behind her back, so that he doesn't have to look at it if he doesn't want to. She's doing her best to be considerate even now...]

... Я тоже. I.... thought the same.

[but she at least doesn't look too upset about that - ]

I am sorry to worry...

[allfornone]

[He's honestly not sure if she's hiding it because she doesn't want people to have to look or because she doesn't want them to look, so that just means they can both awkwardly try and ignore the elephant missing fingers in the... hallway. Yes. They're doing great already.

Her apology gets a quick shake of the head -- he's stopped completely now and settled in so sure, they can just stand next to this problematic bedframe and hash things out.]

Eh... No, really, you shouldn't be apologizing. You couldn't have known what was going to happen; only our hosts could have known that. [a brief, flat pause directed either at the house or its staff or both, before he goes on] But now that we know they take these punishments and rules seriously...

What are you going to do?

[constellates]

[ . . . ]

Not run away.... People have told Anya 'vote for me instead' but... I cannot.

[it's a totally reasonable strategy, she thinks. if you're not sure who to vote for, and your friend gives you permission, you can probably vote for them and manage to avoid a punishment but also avoid having it on your consciousness that you might be voting for the wrong person.

but she can't do that. if it's anyone's life besides her own, she knows she can't treat the vote that lightly. it's too scary.]

Even if small chance... друзья. I cannot hurt my friends.

So... I will try to be... more smart next week.

[since this time around she's pretty sure she was just too stupid to vote with conviction]