catch-all: white.

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saturday, week zero.

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[Important question: Will White have an aneurism if Sheila approaches the gravity button again? Because she is absolutely entering the rec room at some point after he's already there, and walking in the general direction of that wall.]

[enfangs]

[WHITE IMMEDIATELY SCREAMS]

What the hell are you doing!?

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[Stops in her tracks to stare at him.]

... I was going to take something from the fucking cabinet, but I see you're yelling again. Have you checked your blood pressure lately?

friday, week zero.

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[When she walks into the laundry room, it's with a smoothie cup and a troubled look on her face. She glances around at first like she's searching for something, until she spots White.]

... Oh, it's you.

[enfangs]

[it him

he's shirtless, for some reason? actually, he's busy stuffing his shirt into a washing machine.]

Don't look so excited.

wednesday, week one.

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[Well. If he's avoiding everyone, then accidentally bumping into him in the middle of a food break is probably the easiest. She pauses when she spots him, immediately making a face.]

We have got to stop running into each other.

[enfangs]

[he scrambles back.]

That's not my fault.

tuesday, week two.

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[she walks into the cargo hold

sees him

stops]

... Maybe I'll just come back later.

[enfangs]

—What? I'm just looking!

friday, week two.

[enfangs]

[hello... if sheila happens to be passing near the music room, white's standing at the entrance. he'll gesture for her to come on over.]

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[... She will walk over, curious.]

What's up?

saturday, week three.

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[Somewhere that is not the kitchen... she is staring into the proverbial sun until she notices White.]

You are one lucky motherfucker, you know that?

[enfangs]

[UGH]

I know! You don't have to keep telling me!

monday, week four.

[enfangs]

[white is just exploring the new city and squinting at the random violence and death?]

Why are the new places this time so weird...

wow it would help if i hit post comment

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[Sheila is squinting, too, but maybe not for the same reasons.]

I don't know. Unresolved trauma?

friday, week four.

[enfangs]

[nebulously in the void...

white pauses when he sees sheila.]

Hey.

Re: friday, week four.

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[She pauses as well, except in her case, it's with the sleeve of her top pressed against her nose.

She drops her arm after a beat.]

Hey, yourself. Are you okay?

wedneday, week five.

[enfangs]

[why are they in the woods? i don't know. they just are.

but white's shrugging off his jacket and placing it around sheila's shoulders.]

It's chilly here.

[








wait what the fuck is he doing]

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[They are communing with fake nature.]

Oh—

[She starts in a normal-ish tone of voice! Before she frowns, clears her throat, and repeats in a much calmer, duller tone:]

Oh... Thank you. But I have decided to become a calmer, less exciting person who doesn't appreciate thoughtful gestures as much.

[And then she just. Starts walking off with his jacket anyway? Her jacket now.]

friday, week five.

[enfangs]

[well

white is just kicking over a chair in the common room or something in anger]

[toesies]

[...

You know what? Valid. Sheila just winces from her position by the door, grimacing.]

... I know this sucks, but the furniture probably won't confess to any crimes.

friday, week six.

[enfangs]

[white is

cautiously entering the garden






nyooming back out!]

[toesies]

[Well.

Is he watching where he's going when he nyooms out? Or are they about to collide, because Sheila is on her phone.]

wednesday, week seven.

[enfangs]

[at some point, white is wandering over in the direction of the medbay, hand pressed against his neck.

hi.]

[toesies]

[... She comes across him and squints.]

Is something wrong with your neck?