[does the embed once and never again because i'm lazy. it's pixel shu unless i say it's not pixel shu.
what's harley doing around the venue. being a beautiful agent of chaos? good for her. me trying to come up with a reason for pixel shu to approach. it's fine. he's still here, at least.]
well. they still have their auction items, i think. so she is using her gloves from the auction to randomly fire off giant heart beams... pixel shu may have just gotten caught up in one of them. hi.]
he glitches out so hard he briefly looks like scien - the same as she last saw him, though he has a scar over his throat now - before he gets lost in pink light. help]
but scien will be actually found in the gardens instead of any lab! he's found something comfy to wear, and his hair is down and damp again—but at least it's not because he drowned. a blanket is already settled on his shoulders (thanks dahut) and in his sweater pawed hand he has a mug of hot cocoa.....
his gaze fixates on a particular patch of flowers, as if searching for something among them. when he hears footsteps, this time he actually turns his head]
auction items are unlocked :) which means that in the stasis bay, where scien had been spending a solid amount of his time, he's looking at the now glowing, active, awake reliver machine. it thrums with a foreboding energy and scien is at one of the monitors, running a diagnostics check. when harley wanders in, scien glances up]
Mind your distance.
[he is still protective of his tech even though he doesn't sound wary of her in particular]
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week zero, monday.
So, is your skincare routine just that good or...?
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[he doesn't take a one-sided interrogation...]
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[she rolls her eyes a little, but she doesn't care if he asks a question in return.]
I'm just wondering. You look great for, like... 80? Or whatever? I mean, I'm guessing you're not actually a normie like me.
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"Normie"... No, I wouldn't call myself that.
... Though I also think it a bit bold to call yourself normal.
[when you're harley fucking quinn]
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[sometimes you are harley fucking quinn but you are also a normie by metahuman rules.]
So you've got, like, what? Super slow aging? No aging at all?
backtags.... feel free to drop tho! blows kiss from gy
What's the average life expectancy in your place of residence?
ratshakes you, aki and pixi still
It's, like, 80 right now? Give or take a few years. Probably take.
week 4, post-mini event
what's harley doing around the venue. being a beautiful agent of chaos? good for her. me trying to come up with a reason for pixel shu to approach. it's fine. he's still here, at least.]
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well. they still have their auction items, i think. so she is using her gloves from the auction to randomly fire off giant heart beams... pixel shu may have just gotten caught up in one of them. hi.]
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he glitches out so hard he briefly looks like scien - the same as she last saw him, though he has a scar over his throat now - before he gets lost in pink light. help]
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The hell—? Scien?!
week five, saturday.
What's this for...?
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In case you still want to get some amusement out of the living.
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week 6, thursday
but scien will be actually found in the gardens instead of any lab! he's found something comfy to wear, and his hair is down and damp again—but at least it's not because he drowned. a blanket is already settled on his shoulders (thanks dahut) and in his sweater pawed hand he has a mug of hot cocoa.....
his gaze fixates on a particular patch of flowers, as if searching for something among them. when he hears footsteps, this time he actually turns his head]
What happened after we got back?
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[scien doesn't remember the names of people or animals he doesn't care about
so he just wonders if there's been someone aboard and alive this whole time named kosom]
week 6 sunday
auction items are unlocked :) which means that in the stasis bay, where scien had been spending a solid amount of his time, he's looking at the now glowing, active, awake reliver machine. it thrums with a foreboding energy and scien is at one of the monitors, running a diagnostics check. when harley wanders in, scien glances up]
Mind your distance.
[he is still protective of his tech even though he doesn't sound wary of her in particular]
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Uh, sure. Whatcha working on?