catch-all: nero.

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week one, monday.

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[we are in (throws dart) the food court, where harley is open mouthed staring at all the fast food...

and then she implodes. just a little bit.]

—We had a food court this whole time?!

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Why were they serving us the blandest food I've ever eaten?

[messy]

Because this stupid ship hates us? They have robots! They could've done food deliveries this whole time.

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I heard that the ship had a lot of sealed off portions.

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I heard that, too. Something about repairs and stuff not being ready for us yet, which is also stupid.

W2: Monday

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[ Nero's at the cute cafe with all its bunny and moon themes and looking...

Uneasy. ]

Ever seen a cafe like this?

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Not exactly like this. But it totally reminds me of the cafes in Bristol. You know, the ones with the overpriced macarons and the bitchy cashier who keeps getting my order wrong.

[watching one of the bnuuy servers zoom by, cooing...]

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No? I've never been to... Bristol?

[What is this imaginary place you're talking about.]

[messy]

It's in New Jersey. I'd tell you to stop by if you're ever in the area, but most people there are rich assholes.

[perfectdistance]

That's where they end up, huh?

[What is New Jersey...]

week three, monday.

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[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.]

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[ There is. So much to take in. A lot to think about.

Nero looks so distinctly uncomfortable after it ends. ]

Sorry.

[ That somebody else saw a moment like that. It's the type of thing he'd much rather keep to himself if he ever had a choice. It feels like a vulnerability most people wouldn't want to show. ]

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[she seems more disgruntled than anything in any case, glaring a the void before she clicks her tongue. tch.]

Ugh, it's whatever. This ain't the first time I've taken a walk through all my embarrassing memories with someone. Though it usually involves more butt clenching and dealin' with misogynist assholes who have a podcast...

[perfectdistance]

[ And why was there a guy dressed up as a bat? ]

What's a podcast?

w3: Friday

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[ Sometimes you keep waking up to one of the people who fell asleep with you dead. ]

Shit.

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[JUST LAYING FACEODOWN ON THE FLOOR I GUESS... her hyenas are just sniffing her face now.]

Fuck.

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Yeah.

[ Sometimes life is living face down on the ground. ]

[messy]

[nooooo the way i just noticed a typo]

I hate this stupid ship.

week four, monday.

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[we are in (throws dart) the ballroom! harley is browsing the different party set ups, which may or may not be a little disorientating to anyone who enters the room. sorry. eventually, she settles on the rave setting. oontz, oontz, oontz, etc.]

Ooooh, we could have a fuckin' rager!

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... Rager?

[What are you talking about?]

[messy]

Y'know, like a party! A big one where everyone goes wild.

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Ah, got it. I've just never heard it called that.

[ He's a shut in. ]

W6: Monday

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[ Unfortunately he is in the gothic galley in a Victorian maid outfit and also coughing up flowers.

Does he know what flowers they are? Does he know what they mean?

Absolutely not, Bradley's got all the flower language knowledge in this pair. ]

Why?

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[i am sorry to report harley is doing a little twirl in her outfit and then slapping her own ass.]

Damn, we're pulling this off! Maybe we should think about buying one of these costumes but for reals.

[perfectdistance]

[ At least somebody's enjoying this. ]

I don't know if it's really my style. You pull it off.