catch-all: ichiban.

[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?

week zero, saturday.

[messy]

[poking her head in sim room 2 after everything has been cleaned up.]

Just like it never happened, huh?

[frotag]

The whole thing feels like it was a fever dream. Can't believe we spent nine whole hours on....... that.

[messy]

Yeahhh... That was pretty crazy even for me. I can't believe we still gotta finish our stupid delivery route after all that, too.

[frotag]

Okay, but like, how much of that is actually real? What the hell have we done on this ship so far that would be counted as delivering stuff?

[messy]

The delivery shit? Don't ask me. We're still in our "training" [AIR QUOTES] period, apparently.

week two, thursday.

[messy]

[why was this cyoa so big. she is giving him a lookover whenever she runs into her later in the day? wherever that is. man.]

Did you get your turn in the pods already...?

[frotag]

[ i am deciding that they are meeting while he is getting boba, because please, he needs something good to happen to him this week. ]

Yeah. Might need another round or two, but with the amount of us that got fucked up to some degree, I didn't wanna hog it before lockdown.

[messy]

[fair and valid.]

Huh. You know, I was wondering if you guys had to draw straws to decide who gets to use the pods.

[frotag]

[ he lets out a noise that's halfway between a cough and a laugh. ]

Even if that's what we ended up doing, I would've let the others use 'em before me, no matter what. I didn't lose a whole limb like Necchan or Sho-kun.

[messy]

Yeahhh, that's fair. We really gotta put in a request for more pods.

week seven, monday.

[messy]

[they are somewhere on the planet, where harley is just. tiredly scratching crusty blood from her ear after whatever the fuck that was.]

... I know I said I wanted to visit a resort, but this is literally the opposite of what I wanted.