catch-all: mizuki.

[messy]

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week zero, monday.

[messy]

[looking through the actually seasoned food now available in the mess hall...]

I wonder who's doing all the cookin'?

[psynchroneyes]

No kidding! And here I was ready to resign myself to bland... stuff.

[messy]

I know! I bet that's what happened to the previous crew. They resigned themselves to bland mush and died.

week zero, saturday.

[messy]

[hm. looking at the formerly locked doors in the stasis bay, that they now know lead to the holding cells.]

... At least that's one mystery solved.

[psynchroneyes]

Makes you wish it could've stayed one though, huh?

[messy]

Or that we found out through something stupider, and not murder.

w2; monday

[psynchroneyes]

[ She's standing a fair distance from where the exit of the ship is, but.

Mizuki is definitely staring at it, clearly faced with an internal debate of some sort. ]

[messy]

[




saddles up to her to also gaze at the exit, and stage whispers:]

Why are we staring?

[psynchroneyes]

—Whuh?

[ Mizuki starts, gently, like she was so into this she hardly noticed another approaching. ]

Oh! Oh. Just uh... thinking. [ ... ] I don't know if I wanna go out there or not...

week three, monday.

[messy]

[imagine being strong enough to write real starters on memshare week.

wherever they were before, they are now abruptly getting sucked into a rift where both of them will witness this memory.]

[psynchroneyes]

[






WHY WAS THIS LIKE WATCHING MY LIFE? ]

Oh. Wow, okay. There's a lot to unpack here.

[messy]

[this was really the ai:sf episode

harley facepalms, groaning.]

Aw, shit! So much for doctor-patient confidentiality...

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.]

[psynchroneyes]

...

[ Mizuki rubs at her eyes. ]

Oh, I'm finally starting to lose it.

[messy]

[patting herself down in confusion.]

No... You definitely saw that.

week five, monday.

[messy]

[hi. she's literally just floating in the pool while wearing a pink bikini.]

I'm fuckin' dying...

week five, thursday.

[messy]

[where is mizuki at... harley will go looking for her after an appropriate amount of pod time.]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Medbaaaay she's still hangin here.

Probably just sitting somewhere because pod use is heavy 2day. Anyway, when Harley comes in she does give her a cursory glance, left eye remaining shut. ]

[messy]

[she waves at her...]

Hey, just checkin' in on you... You feeling okay enough to talk, kid?

week six, sunday.

[messy]

[she is looking at the dossier they got today, frowning profusely. WHY IS IT ALL REDACTED...]

Oh my god, fuck off Jeff. I'm gonna forward my foot up his ass.

[psynchroneyes]

[ lmao, ]

Guess we'll be finding out tomorrow?

[messy]

[a huff.]

Guess so. Think we'll actually find people at HQ? 'Cause my bet is that the place is going to be just as fucked up as the ship, if not worse.

week seven, saturday.

[messy]

[HOLDS HER HAND OUT FOR A HIGH FIVE (they may or may not still be strength boosted who knows)]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Mizuki is strength boosted 24/7 so it's gonna be a hard high-five anyway ]

Fuck yeah!

[messy]

[somewhere out there, someone's bones are breaking.]

Fuck yeah! We fuckin' did it! That's what it gets for trying to ruin the color pink for everyone.