Week 5

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Week 5

[In a tragic yet seemingly inevitable turn of fate, the Champions have lost Zombina this week. OsoKaramatsu and Korra, too, are gone, both having fallen in their attempts to help their fellow Champions out of terrible circumstances.

Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night, until they're awakened by C.E.C.E.'s announcement. This is all starting to become routine.]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.!

[The trash compactor is completely shiny and new again. In addition, the profiles on the P.I.P.s still inticate that Karamatsu is dead. Because of course he is, right?

Fuck you.]


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(( Welcome to Week 5! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

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[le_mat]

[Yesterday was a blur- he remembers most of the conversations he had, but they were battered islands in the choppy storm that was his head. Between them was dozing and hazy twitching.

Today is... better? Better in the fact that he can think clearer at least, but it's questionable if being able to think is a good thing. While yesterday Akira was giddy with the realization of surviving and adrenaline and good drugs, today he is... well, subdued.

In the morning you might actually catch him up, probably aided by someone, to shower and get clean clothes from his room. But otherwise he's in the infirmary all day. There's not much to do other then talk to Kaiba when they are both awake- otherwise he tries to continue reading Return of the King and... gives up quick. Or you might catch him fiddling with some things from the game room: maybe you can play a little shogi with him or a hand of cards.

Speaking of cards, at one point he's fiddling with the cards, trying to do the trick he did earlier in the month... there's a lot of cards on the floor.]

Infirmary

[in4apounding]

[Penny may have quietly looked in on the infirmary during her patrols last night. A lot.]

[But here she is again, now that Kaiba and Akira are both awake.]

Good morning! Can I get you anything?

[le_mat]

Mornin' Penny. Anything decent looking at the hot meal?

[in4apounding]

I- didn't see.

[She still hasn't really been attending those.]

I could get you something from the diner, though?

[le_mat]

No rush, I can wait a bit.

Hey... how are you holding up?

[He was so high yesterday he hadn't had the real weight of Yuri's death on him yet]

[in4apounding]

...I'm holding up.

[THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE DEAD.]

I just- wish I'd gotten to talk to him more, before- before. Like Zombina wanted.

cw slight eye gore

[playthedamncard]

[Kaiba is much the same, although he definitely tried to get around on his own with no god damn help and the remnants of his wounded pride. Rest assured that he was ushered back to the infirmary at some point. Trying to deal with the colder temperature. Trying to deal with a lack of half his vision. Trying to deal with how his nerves and nerve endings are still shot, but at least he can feel his left hand again.

The pain is still enough to continue taking painkillers, but a mood has settled over the boys. There are enough reflective surfaces here that he doesn't bother asking for a mirror, he just pokes and prods at the edges of his bandages, not wanting to undo all the work done to keep the area clean and safe, but--call it morbid curiosity. Other than the bandages, the only real way to tell that anything happened is the singed-off edge of his bangs.

He has the memory of pain, the incoherent screaming and crying. He wonders, very bitterly, how Pegasus felt when the Eye was shoved into his skull. Or how it felt when it was removed. But there won't be anything useful out of this. Just eventual scar tissue and half blindness. He grumbles, weighing the options of cutting it off or rolling it up or just leaving it be.]

Did you see that someone somewhere has either a good sense of timing or a bad sense of humor waiting in your room? [He has to assume Akira also got an eyepatch.]

[le_mat]

[he huffs]

You got one too? Petuu probably thought it'd be funny.

... Are you wanting to see it?

[he couldn't ignore all the prodding]

[playthedamncard]

I don't know it was her. At least it might be useful. She wouldn't want that for us, now, would she?

[He probably shouldn't jostle anything anyway. The lingering stench of burning has faded, and they're going to have to figure out some kind of care routine until it all properly heals up. But--] Can't avoid it forever. I want to know how badly--[I fucked up] ...How bad it is.

[le_mat]

Okay. Hold on.

[It takes him a moment to get up, knock kneed as a colt, but managing. Luckily their beds aren't that far apart.]

Should probably make sure it's not infected anyways.

[He's sure the others checked while they were passed out, but he'll feel better seeing himself too]

[playthedamncard]

You don't need-- [But Akira's already up and shuffling over. Now that the giddiness and ability to pass out at a moment's notice have worn off, he's slightly more himself. But the drugs and exhaustion still keep him open like a book, and he hates it. Hates this. The guilt and the shame. When he looks back at his reflection, he can see it clearly on his face. God damn it.]

I can do it myself.

[immaculacies]

Hey, Kurusu-san...

[Manaka tell that the mood in this room is different than it was the day before, even if she doesn't understand well how to interact with people. Still, her mood is likewise more somber when she peeks inside.]

When do you think you and Kaiba-san will be able to get out of bed again?

[le_mat]

Dunno for Kaiba, but he's already been trying. Probably in a day or so, though I'm not gonna be doing cartwheels for awhile.

[immaculacies]

Then... By tomorrow, maybe?

[le_mat]

I think so, yeah.

[immaculacies]

...Okay. Okay, that's good! There's something I want to do for everyone, so please keep an eye out if you can...!

[Her jaw sets with determination.]

[andjerry]

[he smells a little strange even when he sheds the homemade coat, and he's acting a little strange - he's more animated than usual, compensating for a lack of sound out of his mouth - but he doesn't like being with his own thoughts right now. so maybe he's being a little selfish, but as much as he can't really deal with Kaiba he can deal with the other guy, so scribbles a message on a notepad and offers it to Akira in apologetic explanation.]

Can I keep you busy in a few minutes? I need to see if I can fix this.

[le_mat]

Sure? What happened, was it like the dragon costume Kaiba had to run around in?

...and what's that smell?

[andjerry]

[you know, he hadn't even considered that explanation, but he nods, and before taking a dive through the medicines to see if there's something that he recognizes that might help:]

I had to dispose of something in my dumbwaiter. My nose went blind to it, I guess.

[and there's an apologetic look as he leaves the pad next to Akira on the bed, large letters combining to give him something he can see]

[le_mat]

That bad, huh...

[Akira has been lucky and only got items from home he wanted to see- but he knows that hasn't been the case for others.]

NOW BEGIN THE DAYS OF THE KING

[theundertaken]

Oh, I was wondering if you were still on that!

[Max lights up upon seeing his book again, though the practical realities catch up with him a second later.]

That is gonna be a bitch to read on those painkillers, 'kira.

[le_mat]

Plus no glasses.

[and down an eye but h e h it's fine]

[theundertaken]

Oh shit, how bad is your vision?

[He saw you holding it close to your face and figured you had that part a little covered?

And, uh, he doesn’t wanna bring up the other thing.]

[le_mat]

Not too bad. I used to only wear them when I have to read for long periods. But between losing them and the drugs...

[theundertaken]

Want me to read it to you for a little bit?