of this place! [ SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB here is percy trying to wash some of the goop stains and charredness out of his blue jacket. he is having... a time doing it by hand. hello, kazu. ]
[ wakes up to write this starter and realizes we never got those heelies but that's a later problem ANYWAY yeets them into the library where kazunari will come in much later in the night and looks... kind of surprised to see anyone here at all? ]
Hey, Percy! Burning the late night oil? And here I thought most of us would want to get some rest after the day we've had.
[ percy is meandering the stage today, just having a look around at the general set up and poking and prodding at some of the fixings backstage. he's rather intrigued by it all... if he were a modern day theatre kid he would probably most definitely be a techie. he's rather consumed at the moment with admiring everything that the weird bubbles that have been showing up are sort of in the back of his mind for now.
when he spies kazunari, he offers a smile—unaware of the bubble that is sort of just meandering behind a curtain near him. ]
Ah! Quite a place to show up this week, wouldn't you say?
[ upon returning to the crystalline apartment, a folded paper addressed to percy awaits. on one side, there are a number of sketches of percy reading in the library or sitting on the rooftop late at night, some smaller ones with vax at his side, and a fanciful attempt at drawing percy's beloved vex'ahlia. the last may not be entirely accurate, with only one memory to base it on, but it's a decent attempt.
on the other side, an unsigned letter reads:
I'm sorry for this week. For laughing at your memory, and for saying the things I said. You didn't deserve it, and I didn't mean any of it. And nothing that happened is your fault. I know better than that. ]
[ this is going to be a bit later because a certain someone fainted from the drama but kazunari is coming to visit, sketchbook in hand. when he arrives, he watches percy in silence for a moment, like he isn't sure what to say. ]
[ percy peeps into the art room for a second time today and finds kazunari, heading over to wherever he might be and lifting his hand to greet him. there's a soft wave of relief as he sees him in person. the mind always needs small reassurances. ]
[ wherever u wanna be! percy will find kazunari after a good stint in the pods. still using bad news as a crutch, but he definitely isn't as scratched up as before and seems to be able to carry himself around without much, if any, pain. ]
w0, wednesday (post-goopening)
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of this place! [ SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB here is percy trying to wash some of the goop stains and charredness out of his blue jacket. he is having... a time doing it by hand. hello, kazu. ]
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w0, thursday
un: @nomercypercy
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w1, post-trial
This is terrible.
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w2, saturday
Hey, Percy! Burning the late night oil? And here I thought most of us would want to get some rest after the day we've had.
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w3, monday
when he spies kazunari, he offers a smile—unaware of the bubble that is sort of just meandering behind a curtain near him. ]
Ah! Quite a place to show up this week, wouldn't you say?
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2/2, cw: murder, possession, violence etc.
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w3, friday
on the other side, an unsigned letter reads:
I'm sorry for this week. For laughing at your memory, and for saying the things I said. You didn't deserve it, and I didn't mean any of it. And nothing that happened is your fault. I know better than that. ]
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w3, saturday
I don't think you're a monster, Percy.
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w4, thursday afternoon
a pair of hand-made lace-up heelies (with little accents of soft green and white) with a small note: ]
Inspiration struck me.
Thank you for telling me about them.
Please enjoy.
- Percy
w4, friday
Kazunari... how are you?
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w5, post trial
Kazunari... still want to talk...?
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