Week 4

[airlockedmods]

[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to check in, and check your memory regains! You can also stop by the gacha machine and Xander's office hours. ))

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[shikosuki]

[ Well after all that at the meeting, Choromatsu is at soup. Making... well, soup!

Specifically he's making miso soup. He doesn't know what it is, but something about cooking lately has really been good for his stress. Nari was right about it being therapeutic... and he feels less useless when he makes a lot for others too. He's more than willing to share, and even has some take out containers so he can bring some to people later.

When he's not cooking, he's drawing with a sketchbook he found at Prism. He's not sure why, he could draw pretty okay even back home, but it wasn't really something he did for stress relief. Wonder when that became so therapeutic too? Right now he seems to be drawing some of the girls (Nari, Fukawa, the deceased Yuuri, Mai from his memories, that cat idol he likes, and some other girl none of you know) but there's some boys too, like Takumi, Finn and what looks like it could be him but is probably supposed to be his brothers.

...There's some unflattering cartoons of Xander throwing his weight around and one stick figure Dracula being bested by a witchy looking magical girl ]

soup!!

[induality]

[Oh! Something smells good. Fukawa would know the smell of a good miso soup anywhere. It seems fine to go look and see who's making it. She actually feels a little less worried about bothering them when she realizes it's Choromatsu. The scene of him making all this soup is enough to bring a smile to her face.]

...smells good.

[shikosuki]

Ah! Touko-chan!

[ he smiles warmly ]

Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.

[ he's been tasting it of course, but he doesn't know if everyone else will think it's good enough ]

soup.

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna thinks she needs some soup. Well, no, I think she needs some soup. She's just wandering in on autopilot. She's not actually thinking about eating soup, even when she sits down.]

...good afternoon, Sir Choromatsu.

[shikosuki]

Mm?

[ he looks up from the pot and sees Arianna sitting down ]

Ah-- Arianna-chan.

Are you hungry?

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna... has to think about this for a moment.]

...yes, I suppose I am. Would it be all right if I had something?

[shikosuki]

Leave it to me!

[ he's already getting a bowl and the ladle ]

I made this for everyone! Just a sec--!

[daughterofthemark]

Thank you.

[She sighs quietly as she waits.]

[shikosuki]

[ Here you go Arianna, one bowl of miso soup, with a spoon in case you don't want to drink it. ] We make this back home. It's made with a paste called miso, and I put some tofu and seaweed in it too.

[daughterofthemark]

[She would totally drink it if it occurred to her that that might be what she was supposed to do. But alas, it's spoon time.]

Miso soup. Dame Regina once prepared something like that for us, though it was a bit different.

[...and she tries it.]

It's good.

art

[ratherdoweddings]

Oh, hello! [Yurika leans over his shoulder.] That one's Nari-san, right?

evening

[kingshaming]

[People are starting to retire for the evening, but the Juggalos aren't out yet. Still, it's quiet.

At least before a metallic 'thud' ringing through the wing that Prism sits it]

[shikosuki]

...Mm? [ He'd been starting to think he should head back for the night, gathering up leftover miso and putting away his sketchbook, when he... hears that ... Okay, time to investigate. The metallic sound makes him think Stronk so he heads there... ]

[kingshaming]

[It doesn't take long to find to source. Indeed, it is Stronk, and through the window Choro can see the leg weight machine- those metal plates do tend to make a loud clank if lowered too fast.

And Xander is there,fiddling with it curiously. Though Choromatsu can only see his back.

His bare back, as he's just wearing sweatpants. Just viable as he bends over to adjusts the weights is a small puckered scar through the shoulder]

1/?

[shikosuki]

[shikosuki]

[shikosuki]

[ Xander is just here ]

[shikosuki]

[ Shirtless ]

[shikosuki]

[ And he's beefier than he would have thought ]

done

[shikosuki]

[ Choromatsu doesn't say anything. But he nearly drops all his shit. Nearly. He's just watching for the moment. ]

[kingshaming]

[Xander tries to figure out the weigth plates a bit longer, then gives up with a visable sigh, turning around to eye the rest fo the room. He still hasn't seen Choromatsu, but now the rest of him is in sight.

All the injuries he earned against Soma and Dracula are still there but healed- the wound on his collar/neck and the slash across his torso still pink, but not at any risk of opening, from the look of them. There's also a much older wound on his belly, as if it was torn apart at one time. But it is way more faded and stretched they any other mark.

Soon he sees something that gets his attention, and moves over to the barbells]

[shikosuki]

[ This is dangerous. Very dangerous. Not for his safety, oh no just his useless bisexual dignity.

The scars catch his attention though. That's... weird. He's not a doctor and he knows his own world works under Rule of Funny when it comes to injuries and how long they last, but even he knows it's not normal for wounds like the one Xander suffered to heal this fast. That's definitely strange but interesting.

He debates finding a hiding place, but his feet feel like lead. ]

[kingshaming]

[Finally, Xander seems to notice that he's being watched.

He smiles slightly, and waves him over]

[shikosuki]

[ Okay now Choromatsu drops his things. And then quickly scrambles to pick them back up. Thankfully all the soup is in take out containers stacked in a tote bag and doesn't topple onto its side, so no soup everywhere...or on his sketchbook, that'd be unfortunate. Once he's picked it all back up though he takes a breath to steel himself before going into the gym. ] ...You're not waving me over just to stab me, are you.

[kingshaming]

Of course not, attacking you wouldn't help me in any way. I simply saw you were looking at the equipment. Are you wanting to try it as well?