this fine morning ichiro's returning a light novel to the library, it seems! he's coming back from the stacks holding two more in his hands when he spots caleb, and can't help but peer over at his collection. he does so subtly, at least, if he's reading, and waits for a pause to clear his throat gently. ]
[ once all of the heals are done, ichiro's gonna come check on caleb because he's a nice boy and also because he just can't help but worry. i'm just going with the void for this location its fine
anyway he's got a cup of what looks like hot tea in his hands, and is even carrying a little snack for frumpkin, too. spotting caleb, his shoulders raise, and then he looks a little relieved. ]
...hey, man. How're you feeling? I wanted to come check in before ... you know. [ a vague gesture that is probably meant to mean "we are all locked into our respective dorms" ]
[Oh, he will take the tea. That will probably help. He nods when he sees Ichiro, puts his hands around the cup to warm them a little. His voice is still raw and raspy, but better than it was.]
Better now that I can speak. Wizard without a voice is very useless.
if caleb happens to be passing by the cafeteria, even though its after hours, he might notice it smells pretty good in here, and there are definite sounds of motion coming from the kitchen area. check it out? ]
[Caleb is out walking, exploring the new areas. He happens to run into Ichiro. Sorry that this starter is terrible, it's been a day. But anyway, when they run into each other, Ichiro will get an memory!]
[ you're completely valid i had to prepare myself to read this memory for several hours
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there's a lot going on here that ichiro doesn't understand. he can't possibly have context for some of these things - the people in them, let alone the words and the politics that go flying over his head, but some things never change. the sickness in caleb's stomach gnaws at ichiro when he comes back to real life. he felt himself getting angrier and angrier, even as an outside participant, every time that master, that - whoever, said that name, until in reality, his hands clench into tight, white knuckled fists.
it's the words of the, ah, vegetarian that manage to relax him just a little as it's happening. pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. bookended with the beginning, that same phrase that beau told him last week, that he knows now comes from the other member of their little troupe, to leave things better than they found them.
of being used - of having your destiny decided for you - it tastes bitter in the back of his mouth for caleb's reasons, and for his own.
he takes a deep breath, sharp, as it clears, feeling the red, red of anger at the corner of his eyes, and the first thing ichiro blurts out is - ]
That guy was a dick.
[ it's not even close to surmounting all of the emotions that need to be processed over that memory, but holy shit. ]
[ oh hello! ichiro lifts his head from where he's looking at something on his phone, and gives caleb a small, tired smile. ]
...hey, man. I'm okay. I think Hope healed me up, and... [ well, it wasn't perfect, and his head also really hurts and it feels like someone put his brain in a blender? but it's fine ] ... and, yeah.
That place fucked with our memories from home, so, I think Beau probably...forgot you. You guys.
hey, caleb-san. i'm sorry for your loss. im really sorry.
kon and i are gonna look out for beau for a little bit but i know she's probably gonna come back to see you again after. we'll make sure she gets some water too.
[Well. He likes Ichiro. He thinks Ichiro is a good kid, a good person. But right now, he's in a lot of pieces, and most of them are in ugly shapes, and he does not like this message.]
let's go check on the dinosaur in the woods. also frumpkin, where's frumpkin. both of these things are important? jurassic park says don't go seek out dinosaurs but also this one's maybe friendly??? WHEN DO YOU GET TO SEE A DINOSAUR WHO IS ALSO YOUR FRIEND
[Frumpkin is nowhere to be found. But dinosaur Caleb is out in the woods. When he sees Ichiro approaching, he'll stalk slowly out from behind a tree, snorting a little.]
[Let's say they're hanging out in the dorm? He still feels a little strange here, like he's just a visitor. He knows most of these people, but he somehow still feels odd just hanging out in the common room.
[ ichiro pokes his head in from the front door and spots caleb on this fine morning! it looks like he's got something on his hip - a to go box from the cafeteria? ]
Hey, Caleb-san, good afternoon. [ his emotions are pretty low key at the moment - calm, a little burst of novelty and happy at the fact that they've got a new person (and it's caleb), but otherwise just easy friendly vibes. ] Have you eaten lunch yet?
[ this like as they are going out to the field probably but ]
Kon and I set a trap at the door of the cafeteria so come check that out w/ me Beau already knows There's baking soda spilled on the floor right at the entranceway. not enough to leave a footprint but we're gonna check the bottom of peoples shoes with heat tomorrow
[Later that evening, back at the dorm. Caleb is probably just sitting in there somewhere with his cat, lost in thought a little bit. But he'll nod to Ichiro when he comes into the room.]
[ oh... hi, caleb. ichiro comes to make his way over towards him when he sees him - emotionally, he's just... a little numb. exhausted, mostly. by now, at least the anger seems to have drained out of him. ]
...hey, Caleb-san. [ and will lean down a little to greet frumpkin, too.
[Sunday after execution, Caleb can be found in one of the common areas of winter dorm, sitting and just sort of quietly staring off into space. One of those days.]
[ ichiro sees this... and doesn't respond to it or change anything right away! he just kind of makes a mental note of it. but!
if caleb's still vibing (?) there an hour later, there's a plate suddenly in his line of sight, along with a carefully balanced on top of a fucky arm to-go cup. the plate is loaded with something that looks yummy and fried.
ichiro looks a little tired, but he's definitely doing better than he was at the trial or anytime before, at least - more back to normal. ] ... here, Caleb-san. Results of your help on Friday - they're called korokke, and this is tea.
[ he ducks his head a little, in greeting, and offers him a small smile. ] You should eat something.
[ it's actually a long while after the trial whenever ichiro makes his way back to winter dorm. he shuts the door behind him, leans on it for a long, long moment - he's got a blossoming black eye where rita socked the shit out of him, and it's like blatantly clear he's been crying.
spotting caleb, his expression just twists into something miserable, and he lifts his head for a moment to try and put together some semblance of composure. ]
[There's something about Caleb's thoughts right now that aren't quite normal; they're a little rambling and incoherent, kind of a distant buzz where occasionally you can hear a snippet of angry muttering or a flash of some image of a hospital, but that's it. He sort of has a distant stare going right now.
So when Ichiro starts talking to him, he blinks like he's blinking away something distant, seems a little confused, but frowns deeper and deeper as he listens.]
[ he is out at the moat! just sort of sitting, curled up in a ball, good arm wrapped around his knees. ichiro's not really paying much attention to the world - he's the one sort of dazed, now, looking off into the distance. ]
[ after all of that, ichiro's coming to find caleb! wherever he is, and upon spotting him, offers him a smile. he's got something tucked under his arm, though it's kinda hard to see what. ]
week 0; monday
So, what did you think? It's a little bit cute, right?
this is a good shitpost
...Kinda scared to ask which part you thought was cute, dude...
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week 1; wednesday
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this fine morning ichiro's returning a light novel to the library, it seems! he's coming back from the stacks holding two more in his hands when he spots caleb, and can't help but peer over at his collection. he does so subtly, at least, if he's reading, and waits for a pause to clear his throat gently. ]
Hey, man. You good over here?
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week 1; saturday
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anyway he's got a cup of what looks like hot tea in his hands, and is even carrying a little snack for frumpkin, too. spotting caleb, his shoulders raise, and then he looks a little relieved. ]
...hey, man. How're you feeling? I wanted to come check in before ... you know. [ a vague gesture that is probably meant to mean "we are all locked into our respective dorms" ]
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Better now that I can speak. Wizard without a voice is very useless.
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week 2 saturday
if caleb happens to be passing by the cafeteria, even though its after hours, he might notice it smells pretty good in here, and there are definite sounds of motion coming from the kitchen area. check it out? ]
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. . . Are you cooking in here?
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w2 sunday
i got eleven this week.
what the hell?
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[Is this a good joke. After a minute. . .]
I got eight. I may be throwing in the towel on this one.
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week 3; monday
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anyway.
there's a lot going on here that ichiro doesn't understand. he can't possibly have context for some of these things - the people in them, let alone the words and the politics that go flying over his head, but some things never change. the sickness in caleb's stomach gnaws at ichiro when he comes back to real life. he felt himself getting angrier and angrier, even as an outside participant, every time that master, that - whoever, said that name, until in reality, his hands clench into tight, white knuckled fists.
it's the words of the, ah, vegetarian that manage to relax him just a little as it's happening. pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people. bookended with the beginning, that same phrase that beau told him last week, that he knows now comes from the other member of their little troupe, to leave things better than they found them.
of being used - of having your destiny decided for you - it tastes bitter in the back of his mouth for caleb's reasons, and for his own.
he takes a deep breath, sharp, as it clears, feeling the red, red of anger at the corner of his eyes, and the first thing ichiro blurts out is - ]
That guy was a dick.
[ it's not even close to surmounting all of the emotions that need to be processed over that memory, but holy shit. ]
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week 3; thursday
. . . How are you feeling? You remembered me.
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...hey, man. I'm okay. I think Hope healed me up, and... [ well, it wasn't perfect, and his head also really hurts and it feels like someone put his brain in a blender? but it's fine ] ... and, yeah.
That place fucked with our memories from home, so, I think Beau probably...forgot you. You guys.
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w3 post dead 8(((
i'm sorry for your loss. im really sorry.
kon and i are gonna look out for beau for a little bit
but i know she's probably gonna come back to see you again after.
we'll make sure she gets some water too.
if there's anything i can do, i'm here.
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Okay.
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w3 sunday
let's go check on the dinosaur in the woods. also frumpkin, where's frumpkin. both of these things are important? jurassic park says don't go seek out dinosaurs but also this one's maybe friendly??? WHEN DO YOU GET TO SEE A DINOSAUR WHO IS ALSO YOUR FRIEND
anyway yea he's lookin ]
Caleb-san...?
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week 4; monday
But here he is, reading his book. Let's hang.]
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Hey, Caleb-san, good afternoon. [ his emotions are pretty low key at the moment - calm, a little burst of novelty and happy at the fact that they've got a new person (and it's caleb), but otherwise just easy friendly vibes. ] Have you eaten lunch yet?
text friday right at wakeup
Kon and I set a trap at the door of the cafeteria so come check that out w/ me
Beau already knows
There's baking soda spilled on the floor right at the entranceway. not enough to leave a footprint but we're gonna check the bottom of peoples shoes with heat tomorrow
week 4; saturday
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...hey, Caleb-san. [ and will lean down a little to greet frumpkin, too.
quietly: ] ... how's Beau doing?
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week 5; wednesday
. . . Ah. Hello. I wondered if you had a minute?
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Hey, Caleb-san. What’s up?
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week 5; friday
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hey, caleb-san.
you ok?
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week 5; sunday
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if caleb's still vibing (?) there an hour later, there's a plate suddenly in his line of sight, along with a carefully balanced on top of a fucky arm to-go cup. the plate is loaded with something that looks yummy and fried.
ichiro looks a little tired, but he's definitely doing better than he was at the trial or anytime before, at least - more back to normal. ] ... here, Caleb-san. Results of your help on Friday - they're called korokke, and this is tea.
[ he ducks his head a little, in greeting, and offers him a small smile. ] You should eat something.
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w6 tuesday at some point. maybe even mid meeting who knows
do you have your animal spell thing
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spotting caleb, his expression just twists into something miserable, and he lifts his head for a moment to try and put together some semblance of composure. ]
... Caleb-san, I'm sorry. [ i'm so sorry. ]
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So when Ichiro starts talking to him, he blinks like he's blinking away something distant, seems a little confused, but frowns deeper and deeper as he listens.]
No. . . Ichiro, none of this is your fault.
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week 7 endgame
Hey, Caleb-san. You got a little bit?
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[Giving him a small, tired smile.]
What is it?
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