[Sora certainly found that out when she wanted to wash her clothes, only to find that, alas, that's a privilege they don't have]
Perhaps we should consider ourselves lucky we have bathrooms at all.
[Because this company seems to drop the ball about things they need to have. A decent number of beds, a lack of memory loss, and now laundry rooms. What will be next.]
[Well the party is over. Sora isn't bothering to clean up because truthfully she did enough cleaning up today. She's at her room, letting her hair down and preparing for sleep.
At some point, she does ask to Harley when she sees her, though]
...I wanted to ask, Ms. Quinn. Why a hyena?
[Important question that has been nagging at her for a while, enough for her to also ask other people in the ship what does one do in the presence of a hyena because, well, that's not an animal one tends to encounter often!]
[when harley walks in, sora gets the sense that she's somehow still not tuckered out even after all that fucking around in space and partying. there's a lot of excess energy remaining as she tosses a slab of meat at bud, watching him gobble it down.
Weeeell... He and his brother used to belong to my shitty ex. [grumbling a little, like, fuck that guy! but then she bends down to scratch bud's head while he chows down, cooing.] But they were always mommy's little boys, isn't that right baby? Yes, you are.
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Long story short, they stayed with me after I kicked his clown ass to the curb.
[I opened the 'messy' Dreamwidth account and saw a meme with Kasuga and I almost went to message you being all 'QUYNN YOU ACCIDENTALLY PUT ME IN A FILTER DONT WORRY I DIDNT PEEK IN THERE'.
Perhaps it's not too surprising Sora is back at the bar, browsing the selection of somewhat stronger liquor than wine. Just a glass, she'll have, just one...]
So this is how it's going to be, no, Ms. Quinn? Week after week, with a routine that includes murder?
[Twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern, they say, but Sora won't wait for a third time to call this a certainty]
[...Harley, why do you have two now. Our shared room doesn't have enough room for that, golly, haha]
It would have been preferable. How disgraceful we have gotten to a point where that would have been better than this.
[...she really keeps staring at the two hyenas while she talks, wondering if this is the universe trying to mess with her, as if a murder once again wasn't enough]
[sometimes... double hyenas happen. they follow harley to the couch, curling up around her. cuddly dalmatian sized babies.]
Ughhhh... We're gonna have to go through a trial again too, aren't we? And we can't even get off the ship until Monday, so if we're doing an encore of the whole weekend...
[WELL. harley is glaring at their now very off limit bathroom, accompanied by her two hyenas who are just laughing it all up.]
I swear to fucking god, they better be sick with every single last fucking murder plague known to man or else I'm going to beat their fucking ass so hard they'll be shitting their own fucking teeth for weeks for ruining our only fucking showers!
Perhaps Mr. Ubert came here to try to hide from the attacker...but that doesn't remove the blame from the culprit.
[Sora passes a hand through her hair, not looking forward to how it'll look after a day and half without her care routine, since the showers are not available]
...it feels like adding insult to injury, to have done anything in the showers area.
[At some point when Harley enters the shared bedroom, she'll find Sora Jingu sleeping. Ah, seems like everything is fine here? She's just taking a nap, don't worry.
At least, until from the direction of Sora's moon lamp, comes a void. Uh-oh, this week's effect is happening!
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When Harley Quinn opens her eyes, she finds herself far away from the Eudora. This is but a dream, the void drawing from within Sora's being. The sleeping Sora is nowhere to be seen, though.
Instead, there's a desk. An office, in fact. The atmosphere is elegant, giving a sensation of power. Windows flanked by red curtains, around fifteen feet tall show a green yard outside, and beyond it, a city. Emblems labeled 'Shin Mikado Academy' explain well where Harley is.
Behind the desk, is Sora Jingu, sitting to it, apparently working on some documents that can't be seen right now. Shortly after Harley regained her senses, a man enters the office: a younger man, looking to be on his early thirties. He approaches Sora, standing by her side, giving her a truly fond look. This is a man deeply in love, and when Sora glances up, she reciprocates. It's almost sickening, with how sincere this is.
[TIREDLY. the exasperation of a woman whose canon also includes getting sucked into people's dreams/memories. god.
she's going to look around for the door, but she is also rubbernecking to watch this interaction because she's nosy about people's love lives and she wants the juicy gossip.]
[The door is...it's to Harley's left! Half-open, and available for exiting. Awesome!
From what Harley can hear, Sora and this man...they're murmuring at each other. Flirting, sickeningly sweet. They're discussing something rather obscure about occultism, but they can't help it, they throw little verbal romantic jabs at each other, including Sora teasing the man about if he was planning to go back to hunting occult artifacts from the basements of Shin Mikado without telling her anything. Apparently that's how they met, with the man having been hired to steal from the academy and also murder Sora, and instead they ended up married.
What a life this woman has, eh?
Sora takes out a folder with some sort of emblem, leaving it open and on the desk, the man beginning to examine it in silence]
Harley, the entirety of the Helly Belly makes the rest of the Eudora seem highly luxurious. I was very jealous watching you all having access to all those places.
[Looking at flesh gets old -- and when the walls of the Eudora get all cracked and reveal more of that within them Sora is going to be so resigned]
[they really went and brought the helly fleshy with them when they came back.]
Oh, god, that's right. There must've been even less leg room downstairs when you got there. [the evolution of the rat locations...] Okay, well, lay it on me! Where do ya wanna go first now that we're back?
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week zero, monday.
Sora, heyyyy. So! Random question that I swear has nothing to do with the bed. Do we have a laundry room?
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[Sora certainly found that out when she wanted to wash her clothes, only to find that, alas, that's a privilege they don't have]
Perhaps we should consider ourselves lucky we have bathrooms at all.
[Because this company seems to drop the ball about things they need to have. A decent number of beds, a lack of memory loss, and now laundry rooms. What will be next.]
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[what if they run out of clean undies! come on!!!]
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[Sora looking for loopholes in the setting, hah]
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Week Zero -- Post-party
At some point, she does ask to Harley when she sees her, though]
...I wanted to ask, Ms. Quinn. Why a hyena?
[Important question that has been nagging at her for a while, enough for her to also ask other people in the ship what does one do in the presence of a hyena because, well, that's not an animal one tends to encounter often!]
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and then she turns to sora, cocking an eyebrow.]
What d'you mean?
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[She leaves her stuff near the moon lamp]
I have grown curious why you ended up having him.
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[anyway...]
Long story short, they stayed with me after I kicked his clown ass to the curb.
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Perhaps it's not too surprising Sora is back at the bar, browsing the selection of somewhat stronger liquor than wine. Just a glass, she'll have, just one...]
So this is how it's going to be, no, Ms. Quinn? Week after week, with a routine that includes murder?
[Twice is a coincidence and thrice is a pattern, they say, but Sora won't wait for a third time to call this a certainty]
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[hi, sora. harley is going to literally cartwheel and land on one of the leather couches, followed by... two hyenas? two. sora is not seeing double.]
I knew we should've taken our chances with the vampire blood orgy.
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It would have been preferable. How disgraceful we have gotten to a point where that would have been better than this.
[...she really keeps staring at the two hyenas while she talks, wondering if this is the universe trying to mess with her, as if a murder once again wasn't enough]
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Ughhhh... We're gonna have to go through a trial again too, aren't we? And we can't even get off the ship until Monday, so if we're doing an encore of the whole weekend...
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week one, sunday.
Want me to order you anything?
week two, friday.
I swear to fucking god, they better be sick with every single last fucking murder plague known to man or else I'm going to beat their fucking ass so hard they'll be shitting their own fucking teeth for weeks for ruining our only fucking showers!
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[Sora passes a hand through her hair, not looking forward to how it'll look after a day and half without her care routine, since the showers are not available]
...it feels like adding insult to injury, to have done anything in the showers area.
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week two, saturday.
I can't believe we tied like that... I mean, how.
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[She sighs. Few thigs frustrate Sora like unpredictability. She likes when everything is nice and in order]
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At least, until from the direction of Sora's moon lamp, comes a void. Uh-oh, this week's effect is happening!
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Dream: The Doomed Fragility of Sora Jingu (YOU ARE HERE, only this dream will happen, yup)
Memory: The Fateful Encounter of Yugo Jingu
Memory: The Contradictory Existence of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Necessary Hypocrisy of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Loving Cruelty of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Endless Sorrow of Sora Jingu
Memory: The Unhinged Madness of Sora Jingu
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When Harley Quinn opens her eyes, she finds herself far away from the Eudora. This is but a dream, the void drawing from within Sora's being. The sleeping Sora is nowhere to be seen, though.
Instead, there's a desk. An office, in fact. The atmosphere is elegant, giving a sensation of power. Windows flanked by red curtains, around fifteen feet tall show a green yard outside, and beyond it, a city. Emblems labeled 'Shin Mikado Academy' explain well where Harley is.
Behind the desk, is Sora Jingu, sitting to it, apparently working on some documents that can't be seen right now. Shortly after Harley regained her senses, a man enters the office: a younger man, looking to be on his early thirties. He approaches Sora, standing by her side, giving her a truly fond look. This is a man deeply in love, and when Sora glances up, she reciprocates. It's almost sickening, with how sincere this is.
What's your move, Harley Quinn?]
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[TIREDLY. the exasperation of a woman whose canon also includes getting sucked into people's dreams/memories. god.
she's going to look around for the door, but she is also rubbernecking to watch this interaction because she's nosy about people's love lives and she wants the juicy gossip.]
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From what Harley can hear, Sora and this man...they're murmuring at each other. Flirting, sickeningly sweet. They're discussing something rather obscure about occultism, but they can't help it, they throw little verbal romantic jabs at each other, including Sora teasing the man about if he was planning to go back to hunting occult artifacts from the basements of Shin Mikado without telling her anything. Apparently that's how they met, with the man having been hired to steal from the academy and also murder Sora, and instead they ended up married.
What a life this woman has, eh?
Sora takes out a folder with some sort of emblem, leaving it open and on the desk, the man beginning to examine it in silence]
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week six, saturday.
Y'know, I gotta give it to the pods. They totally make our normal rooms look like fuckin' mansions.
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Harley, the entirety of the Helly Belly makes the rest of the Eudora seem highly luxurious. I was very jealous watching you all having access to all those places.
[Looking at flesh gets old -- and when the walls of the Eudora get all cracked and reveal more of that within them Sora is going to be so resigned]
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Oh, god, that's right. There must've been even less leg room downstairs when you got there. [the evolution of the rat locations...] Okay, well, lay it on me! Where do ya wanna go first now that we're back?
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