SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: YURI

[murdergate]

[ their hair colors are cute together that's all. will replace with meme or something soon. ]

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w1; monday

[murdergate]

[ sometime in the evening, nodd has taken a seat at the bar of The Bitter Bite. in a new outfit from the strip mall, he sips on a cocktail that's red, but the wrong viscosity to include blood.

he hopes.

he waves to yuri when he sees her. ]

[applebough]

[ Yuri normally does not go into nightclubs, but she's curious about the culture here. However, she did take caution to apply some anti-bite balm. That's what she notices Nodd and him waving at her, so she goes over to him. ]

Is that... blood that you're drinking?

[ She can't help it. Look at this planet. ]

[murdergate]

No, no. Unless they slipped it in somehow, but I'd bet the blood supply is too precious for that.

[ they'd surely end up with a blood drought if they forced it upon non-parasitic species. ]

It's fruity. Wanna sip?

[applebough]

[ Yuri shakes her head. ]

I'm good, but thank you for the offer. I think Scrap was giving away some of those blood snacks, so I wonder if their supply is really that low...

[ She doesn't want to chance being drunk in such a new environment. help. ]

w2 tuesday

[applebough]

[ Yuri can finally do her god forsaken laundry. There sure are some blood-stained clothes, but it's on black clothing, so it might be easy to miss it. Either way, she's there, tossing clothes into the washing machine and then sitting down on a bench with a pot full of soil on her lap.

Then she sees Nodd, and gives him a little wave. ]

[murdergate]

[ apologies in advance. you'll see why.

when nodd sees yuri, his expression changes from neutral to one of obvious albeit mild panic. he waves back, the smile he tacks on tense. ]

Mm!

[ his hair has gotten even longer than yesterday, if possible, but he's braided it so the tail end hits his ankles. ]

[applebough]

[ ... ... ...

??? ]

Um, I'm not... mad about the bean from the other day.

[murdergate]

I--

[ stops talking. tilts head. thinking deeply for an instant. choosing his words with great intention. ]

I didn't give it a second thought.

w2; saturday post-trial

[murdergate]

[ of all places to run into one another again, nodd is in the laundry room. this time, however, as the washing spins, he has his forehead pressed to the glass, arms raised so his finger grip the edges of the machine.

whatever it takes to calm down. ]

[applebough]

[ There's something about the sound of tumbling clothes that's soothing so she's here just on her own. Then she sees Nodd and leaves the laundry room for a moment, and comes back with a handwich and bottled water. ]

... Nodd.

[ She holds them out to him. ]

[murdergate]

[ didn't even notice her come in or leave. that's where he's at mentally. then, when she does approch, says his name--

he jumps. like almost a full foot vertically before he lands, looks over his shoulder.

no words at first as he takes in what she offers. ]

...

[ looks back at spin cycle ]

I asked Temenos, before trial, to keep an eye on me. I knew. I don't deserve anything.

[ hefty word. 'deserve.' ]

[applebough]

It's not about deserving.

[ Yuri seems insistent on it. Take these!! She looks like she will try to force it down his throat if she has to. ]

So, please. Take them.

w3; friday

[murdergate]

monk
How are you holding up? Out of the pod, yet?

[applebough]

Yuri
I'm fine. I've used the recovery pod for hours after I fell asleep in the medbay during curfew. What about you?

w3 post-trial

[applebough]

[ Yuri has been running all over this ship, wheezing. Ughhh. But she has a portable medkit on hand and she knows he won't go to the medbay because NO ONE EVER DOES!! ]

Nodd!

[murdergate]

[ the blood is dry now, at least. he's at str**t f**ghter III, pounding on the buttons, handhandling the joystick. ]

Hi, kid.

[applebough]

[ Yuri is quiet for a moment, letting the silence wash over before she eventually speaks up. ]

... Let me at least tend to your head wound... please.

[murdergate]

[ nodd wants to continue playing the dumb game, but it's yuri. he lifts his hands and turns to her. ]

If it does something for you, but I can take a lot more than that.

[ monks have a lot of HP ]

w4 monday

[applebough]

[ Sometimes you're at The Cake Factory, watching people dance and do circus stuff. Sometimes you invite your fellow comrade to watch them. ]

... Can you do anything like those, Nodd?

[ She has half food in her mouth, but she's so amazed. ]

[murdergate]

I probably could.

[ he's not lying but he's also not sober so yuri can deduce what she wants from that.

nodd is throwing back martinis off the never-ending tcf menu. alphabetically. he's on the Cs. ]

You think they'd let me?

[applebough]

[ Honestly, from what she witnessed from the Bahamut faceoff, she thinks he can. ]

Here? You as the performer? I don't think they would... mostly because we're technically under Eudora.

[murdergate]

[ nodd contemplates proving he could definitely put his legs behind his head but then contemplates if there is any benefit to proving that to his darling (almost 30 yo) yuri. ]

I'd do it for free.

w7 ; monday

[murdergate]

[ darling yuri may find the deviant nodd in the library, reading the final dusklight book and smoking keys out the same pipe he's had since the beginning. ears twitching, but he's not that invested. ]

[applebough]

[ The deviant Nodd, reading the final dusklight book in the library while smoking keys. It's a familiar smell that Yuri immediately pings to it and goes to find him. ]

--Ah. Hello, Nodd. Do you enjoy the series...?

[murdergate]

I've never read anything like it.

[ (unsure)(affectionate)(concerned) ]

Doesn't match my adolescent experience, either.