catch-all: guy.

[messy]

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week five, thursday.

[messy]

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

[mansplains]

[ he's still in the medbay, but he seems weirdly out of it. he doesn't notice harley approach, he's sitting in a pod with his hand on his head. trickles of blood are still dribbling out from his nose and eyes ]

[ also he has this cute friendship bracelet on ]

[messy]

... Jesus, you're still bleeding?

[mansplains]

[ he finally seems to notice she's there, and snaps his head over as if startled ]

Harley...

[ well, he's not going to try to stab her anymore at least? ]

It's... an effect, I think. I'm planning on going back into the pods anyway.

[ irritably wiping at the specks. there's like very little coming out of his eyes and nose at this point, but it's such an annoyance ]

[messy]

Ah... Good. Try to get another hour at least before we have to settle down for lockdown.

[she goes grab some tissue or, like, alcohol swabs or something? it's the medbay. there's gotta be something he can use to wipe his face.]

So, uh, I gotta ask. What happened to you guys?

[mansplains]

Thanks. And sorry about before. [ he will indeed wipe his face ] That's the plan.... but I know I'm not the only one who needs it, so I can wait a bit tonight.

[ but he is not owner he is definitely gonna go back in there ]

It was... one of the Thursday "missions" that messed with our memories. Pretty sure we were in Lucien's memories, or something along those lines.

[ so that already is so yikes ]

[messy]

[the way she IMMEDIATELY looks at him like, ah. her condolences for being in lucien's memories. terrible.]

... Well, shit. The company needs to start paying us royalties if it's going to keep using our memories to maim the hell out of everyone.

[mansplains]

[ thanks, harley ]

Right. As if things weren't already bad enough. It's got to get personal.