catch-all: shoma.

[messy]

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week zero, monday.

[messy]

[WOEFULLY LOOKING AT THE OUT OF STOCK NOTIFICATION...]

Ughhhh, lame. Who the hell bought all the pillows?

[solesuccess]

[ HELP. shoma just looks up from where he's looking at something on his own i.r.i.s. screen. ]

Somebody who wants to mark up the price and resell them?

[messy]

Not a great business strategy, seeing as how we don't get paid with paper.

[technically they have a stipend, but. it does not sound like they can transfer their handwaved money and vouchers.]

week one, tuesday.

[messy]

[gazes at the copy of twilight in the rec room.]

Oh, my god.

[solesuccess]

[ just peering over her shoulder. ]

Why. Why is it here.

week two, tuesday.

[messy]

[do the endorphins from exercising get cancelled if you were also being held hostage by a hologram of richard simmons who tried to stab a happy couple before disappearing? important question.

anyway, they got their treasure. harley squints at it.]

Are these all of the last crew...?

[solesuccess]

[ he hates this thank you. he is busy watching the data pad... ]

Ganymede told me they used to be a crew of twenty-eight before, during the last tour. So it's some of them, at least.

week two, thursday.

[messy]

[you really went and said arm yeet. help.

anyway, she is squinting at his no longer fleshy(?) arm whenever she runs into him later in the day? wherever that is. man.]

Did ya get to use the pods...?

[solesuccess]

[ well if she's looking close enough she may notice that it's not quite a prosthetic, but more like a metal casing that's flush against his skin and kind of...screwed...into his arm. hm. but he's more cleaned up than he was initially at least. ]

My blood's back where it belongs if that's what you mean.

w2 friday

[solesuccess]

[ never mind actually harley probably saw him bailing from the theater early this morning, so we are in a random hallway. ]

...where do you think they stayed last night? [ at least?? they didn't live a vida loca?? ]

[messy]

[maybe the killer lived la vida loca... mystery.]

Well, I don't know if Sidon talked to the senior crew like we told him to. Soooo... probably the showers? No clue about the other guy, though.

w3 monday or tuesday you pick quynn

[solesuccess]

[ you find yourself in a television studio. the lights are bright, and you know there's an audience even if you can't see them. this...feels more like a dream than anything, but let's play along, shall we? you're behind a podium and there's a shadowed silhouette of a host, a peculiar-shaped fellow with a rather square head and features you can't see.

the lights above you flash with the name of the game: FAITH TO FACE.

will you play? or would you like to explore the studio a bit? you may hit the buzzer to start the game or you can wander and look at the equipment, lights, etc. pretend stuff is there i only have one image but its like cameras, podiums, screens, etc. ]

slaps this down for tuesday

[messy]

... Aw, shit. Not again.

[HEART GAMES, HER NEW BELOATHED.

she's going to take a look around the studio first, looking through the equipment and props while looking for a door... if there even is one.]

w3 saturday

[solesuccess]

[ we are at the food court i suppose, and he's getting a slushie. do we have slushies? i don't know. anyway... ]

...you did good today, Harley. You're the one who thought of an earring first, you know?

[messy]

[we deserve to have slushies. she's sipping a smoothie and feeding her twins chicken nuggies, either way.]

Sure. I mean, honestly, not really feeling any of the satisfaction from being proven right.

w4 thursday

[solesuccess]

[ he's checking the medbay first because swear to god, harley, if you are not there he's going to be so fucking livid.

but he's careful in his approach and seems to be a little nervous as he does, which is why he says something stupid like: ]

Sorry. I'll respect my elders from now on. [ it's also sort of meant to break the tension but jesus. ]

[messy]

[STOP. she is normal about getting medical attention, unlike some purple men who shall not be named. she seems to have just come out of the pods when he goes looking for her, because she's still covered in leftover mud/mystery gunk/blood and wearing the red clothes she arrived in.

she snorts, grinning. though she still looks pretty messed up.]

Yeah...? Maybe I'll let my curse grudge go after all.

week four, sunday.

[messy]

[so, anyway.

harley is glitching out of existence for a couple of seconds before she reappears, looking as normal as ever. she blinks in confusion.]

[solesuccess]

[ GREAT. COOL. he's just blinking in confusion equally. ]

Okay. So. How often is that gonna happen?

w5 wednesday

[solesuccess]

[ sometime later, shoma is at the tea shop and appears to be picking up an order for some boba. he's busy swirling it around to mix before stabbing the top with his straw, but when he looks up he realizes someone's there. she does get a grin though. hi. ]

Hey. Another long Wednesday, huh?

[ i forgot, also, one of his arms is definitely leaking rust everywhere around the metal casing of it and there's a larger amount at his shoulder. great. ]

[messy]

I'd say.

[she flags over the robot barista to put in an order before she leans against the counter, sighing. there's a quick glance at his rusting arm, accompanied by a frown.]

I think I could die happy if I never had to deal with lava ever again.

week seven, monday.

[messy]

[she opens the door to the escape pod bay!






... she immediately closes the door to the escape pod bay]

No.

[solesuccess]

[ jesus. he was about to say hi, but then he glanced over her shoulder and caught a faint glimpse inside the bay, and now he just looks very unsettled. ]

That bad, huh.

w7 saturday

[solesuccess]

[ we are lounging around the observation lounge, and he's sinking into his seat with a cup of coffee and squinting tiredly out the window. but he seems pretty relaxed all the same. ]

So, what's next for the great Harley Quinn?

[messy]

A fuckin' vacation!

[she literally somersaults to land on the couch, followed by her hyenas and a single naked guinea pig.]

After that, well... I've got a corpse to hunt down and a few planets to visit if I get the chance. How about you? What's next for our tech genius?