my libby

[foxicide]

beats up eli fondly

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weekend zero saturday

[foxicide]

[they're at the gym now for variety (ur about to tell me u have 5 million gym threads)

Rang swipes a finger down one of the weights and inspects it for, maybe dust. either way, his face wrinkles like he just touched something gross. which he did. that's his fault,]

I understand McDonalds and Ikea -- [barely] but a gym and a bowling alley?

[medeian]

I guess those are pretty normal in big cities, but... I still don't get why we're in a city at all, you know?

[what nonsense kind of afterlife is this, etc.]

[foxicide]

[rang perches on some kind of exercise equipment i don't know the name of bc ive also never gone to the gym]

What kind of place would you expect to go then? After dying.

[medeian]

...I hadn't really thought about it.

[patently untrue but anyways]

You're really casual about this, huh?

[foxicide]

[he flashes her another smile]

You should have seen me yesterday.

[rang scrambling to get away from 39 other people... but it's true that he is very casual right now. why else would he be lounging]

I figured one day of panicking's enough, especially since we're on a time limit.

week zero monday

[foxicide]

[Rang is sitting in one of the swings, somehow coming off as someone who thinks he's too good to sit here. But he's still here.]

You want me to push you?

[he's assuming libby is here to also play on the swings]

[medeian]

[her expression says if he tries he will suffer for it

however it's also touch week, so don't mind as she walks closer, even as she says:]

Absolutely not.

[foxicide]

[he laughs at that, swinging a little forward and then catching himself in the dirt so he's closer too, though he doesn't reach out to tempt fate (just yet)]

Do you get motion sick?

[because that's obviously the only problem]

[medeian]

You absolutely don't have permission to touch me.

[continues to try and ignore the compulsion]

w0, friday (2)

[medeian]

[walking back towards the warehouses! when she sees him, though, she'll wonder aloud:]

What the hell happened last night...?

[foxicide]

I heard a blimp went down.

[he raises his eyebrows]

We must have been really out cold.

[medeian]

Wait - really?

[she looks surprised, blinking.]

Who told you that?

[foxicide]

Ylfa. She smelled like smoke. Apparently, there was a lot of fire.

w2, monday.

[medeian]

[what's up we're in the library because she's eternally a nerd! she's carrying a few books in her arms as she wanders through the aisles.

if rang comes close to her, he's going to experience an overload of both thrumming anxiety and a deep anger, though none seem to really be directed at him. to the contrary, when she glances up and sees him, there's a note of sympathy and concern.]

Hey. [...] Did you, um, get all healed up already?

[foxicide]

[NOT THIS SYMPATHY AND CONCERN emotion share is really going to be the worst week,

in response, rang's emotions are the equivalent of a startled cat trying to dodge a friendly hand... he doesn't know what to do with concern, libby go back to wanting to beat his ass!!!!]

I know it's in the name, but I'm not actually a masochist.

[he does point to the light scar on his throat though, as proof]

[medeian]

[there's a spike of both confusion and alarm, not just from those emotions themselves but the sensation of experiencing them unexpectedly. after a moment of visible concern about this in her expression, she tries to brush it off with a very nervous laugh. distractedly:]

Well, um - that's good. [...] Hey, are you - feeling strange at all...?

[foxicide]

[. . .

emotion share is strange but for rang, not anything he hasn't seen before. so it didn't take him that long to realize... especially since everyone's emotions are so wild, compared to his apathy and edward cullen depression,]

It's our emotions. We can feel them.

week two saturday

[foxicide]

[Rang approaches, but he stays right outside of their emotional distance.]

What happened?

[medeian]

[she stiffens slightly as he approaches, but relaxes just a bit when he doesn't get close enough for emotionshare. still slightly tense:]

What do you think happened?

[foxicide]

I said what I thought during trial, that I thought it was a strategic move someone planned to get rid of an opposing team.

But you said that was wrong. So I'd like to hear what actually happened. Did you get a call telling you to erase or be erased?

[medeian]

[after a moment of pause:]

...Is that what happened with your other teammate, too?

w4, tuesday.

[medeian]

[here they are in the void... when she sees him, she pauses. it's that kind of awkward mood where you see someone and you don't know exactly how angry they still are at you so you don't know how to approach this interaction. after a moment of just kind of standing here and debating silently like a well adjusted person:]

Um - hello.

[foxicide]

[why is libby so funny

rang doesn't look upset at seeing her or being greeted, he has his usual expression on -- the one where he's like hehehe for probably annoying reasons.]

I haven't seen you around since that embarrassing trial last week.

[where they didnt find ANYONE]

Where have you been hiding?

[medeian]

I haven't been hiding, I just—

[whatever she was about to say is interrupted by a feral pig noise running their way and possibly just barreling into both of them. first the hoise now this...... as the bubble engulfs them both:]

What the fuck?!

[foxicide]

[FIRST THE HOISE AND NOW THE FERAL POISE... PIGOISE???

Rang gets the pig squarely in the stomach before it flies off because he deserves it,]

Oh -- not this again.

[he says, as a memory plays. cw: implied animal abuse, go to 0:17 to skip, basically the baseball players are practicing on a puppy U_U]