SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: SHU

[murdergate]

[ what if i let you get drenched while i hit a button and that was our legacy ]

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w1; monday

[murdergate]

[ while the titan's call has a lovely stockpile, it's hard to stay away from the planet they've docked at or the siren call of a place like The Bitter Bite.

nodd has changed clothing and ordered a drink he doesn't think contains blood.

shu will be waved down. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ sae your clothing link is broken! imgur...

ah, the joy of a blood planet. is the drink blood or not, play the roulette. shu was planning on just wandering by, but there's an intensity that suggest he really should not walk on by without so much as a yeehaw acknowledgement. ]

Yeah...? [ h-hm. ] Trying out the local stuff now we've got more options?

[murdergate]

[ boooo. i put it in my plurk if that works. if not, i will fight god. ]

Why not? It tastes fruity in the way that means it might have too much liquor in it, not fruity like it could cover--you know.

[ tilts cocktail glass at shu. ]

If you want to try.

[roseoftexas]

[ it does, i approve of the purple. ]

Aside from expecting there’s some extra iron in there one way or another?

[ well. ]

I’ll take your word for it. What’s it called? [ because he looks like he’s willing to order his own, at least. ]

w2, monday

[roseoftexas]

[ what say you to getting trapped in the music store? new location, new week, let's go. shu is just at the door, nudging his foot against it like it's going to magically open the more he kicks it. ]

...

This is way more annoying than the hunger thing.

[murdergate]

This ship needs to be put out to pasture.

[ completely without his permission, nodd's hair has grown down to floor length, which he has momentarily fixed by braiding and tucking the tail of into his belt ]

Maybe put in a museum as a testament to the dangers of too much ingenuity.

[roseoftexas]

[ looks at the hair. wow. long. ]

Maybe it's one of those weird tests of patience and sanity -- see how much we can put up with before we snap.

[murdergate]

[ look other people are going full puppy-person, he's starting to consider his situation lucky. ]

Maybe we're all being watched for cruel entertainment.

[ nodd just came up with punk'd. ]

w3, thursday

[roseoftexas]

[ this is how we can work a memshare in as well as a post cyoa-- HAVE WE REALLY NOT THREADED SINCE W2 AAAA.

i'm assuming medbay for this, even if nodd just came in here to bandage a wound or something. shu will look in periodically and stop when he sees nodd in there ]

You doing okay?

[murdergate]

[ has an absolute fit as that reality sets in--yeah we fix this.

yeah, nodd is there to check on those who are in need of the pods and to finally grab bandages for his scratches. ]

It's not as bad as it could be. Yuri took the brunt of the final round.

[roseoftexas]

So I've heard. She really got impaled?

[ cONCERN. ]

[murdergate]

[ awww, is shu worried about her? ]

Yeah. The last door we went through was covered in briars.

w4, monday

[roseoftexas]

[ nodd your drunken rollerskating.

shu is not rollerskating at the moment, he's doing the traditional sweep of the new areas on the ship but will pause when he sees someone gliding around the rink. maybe wobbling? he does not know nodd's life or skating ability. ]

[murdergate]

[ technically, nodd's subclass is a homebrew mess based on drunken master so he wobbles but it's in a strangely graceful manner. wavy. less inflatable tubeman, more willow in a breeze. also: holding a half-full bottle of suspicious, clear liquid. so there are additional hints.

wearing these because char won't let me have the dogs out on the rink. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ the toes out would've clued him in too, char really said NO COUQUETTEISH TOES in this rink. ]

...

[ he'll just wait and then wave when nodd goes zooming past. ]

[murdergate]

Hi--

[ flying past him. wait like forty seconds for him to loop around, this time with the intention of braking.

which he has not fully figured out. he hugs the rink's perimeter and sloooooooooows. ]

Hey.

w5, monday

[roseoftexas]

[ aw yeah! it's hell gravity planet time.

shu's on planet in his full space suit thing, because he enjoys not being crushed beneath the unending weight of alien gravity. he's not venturing outside that much, but does seem to have found an interest in all of the tools in the workshop. ]

Not really looking forward to going back out there, but d'ya ever feel like you're getting side eye constantly?

[ he is in fact getting some pointed stares from the Volk at the workshop, like they aren't a fan of the fact he's lingering like this. he's not even really lingering, he's taking interest in the tools out on display. ]

[murdergate]

[ not on wheels this week but zooms at shu anyway and can't be stopped. but subtly. so it's normal. also because nodd is trying not to touch anyone in light of how shitty this week is.

nodd himself is pretty rusty beneath his suit, traces of it here and there all along him in this particular moment. like the worst kintsugi. almost easier to hang out planetside in light of that. ]

Maybe they're all just jealous.

[ peering at the tools as well. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ he has the on heelies energy no matter what. it's hot and gross and gravity is out to get them AND they're all rusting. what a week, what a week, what a mighty good week.]

Jealous? Of our awkward space suits?

[ he would not be jealous of their awkward space suits, as much as he likes his organs and body unflattened. ]

w5 ; monday

[murdergate]

[ time to hang out in the butterfly garden because nodd loves it. gay. but also what a prime place to stand very, very still and see what friends may land upon you. ]

I wish they'd opened this up earlier.

[roseoftexas]

[ gay! good for him. ]

I'm still not sure how or why this ship is this big, honestly.

[ but hey! gardens. ]

[murdergate]

Or who's going to keep taking care of all these critters once we dock.

[ he talks exceptionally soft. not typical nodd chatter. this is for the butterflies. a monarch on his arm. yessss. ]

w6, wednesday

[roseoftexas]

[ sends them back to the past.

shu is looking at one of these fancy boats like hm! ]

... This looks like one of those overpriced yachts rich people by just to spend their cash.

[ tell it like it is, shu. ]

[murdergate]

Yeah, but sailing--[ that is possibly the wrong verb here ]--one feels like gliding a hot knife through butter. They're smooth, I mean.

[ c'mon, let's go for a joyride ]

[roseoftexas]

Oh, you've already caused havoc with them?

[ nodd the joyrider!! ]