catch-all: omi.

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sunday, week zero.

[toesies]

[She walks into the rec room at some point after Omi has settled into the bar

and immediately sighs in relief once she notices it's been decheesed.]

Oh, thank fuck.

[housewolf]

[He waves.]

If it wasn't cleaned I was going to try.

[But for now! Alcohol.]

[toesies]

That would only be remotely acceptable if you were the one who cheesed it in the first place.

[F if the one who actually cleaned it was innocent. So sad.]

What are you up to?

friday, week zero

[housewolf]

[If Sheila is anywhere near the kitchen at the moment, Omi is stumbling out with blood stained through his close. He seems to be covered in it, though it's now dry.]

[toesies]

Oh, my god. Omi?!

[Who cares if the blood is dry? She is running over to check on him.]

[housewolf]

[The moment he's spotted he cringes a little. But at least he doesn't try to wave her off.]

... Morning...

Um. I'm fine, I just woke up like this. Please don't worry to much.

saturday, week zero.

[toesies]

[Just walking into the kitchen with a smoothie cup, looking like she's seen some shit. Except, you know, they have all seen some shit.]

... What the fuck was that?

[housewolf]

[They have all seen shit today. He has several bowls out, all full of batter and he's aggressively beating one of them manually.]

I don't know.

[toesies]

[She leans against one of the kitchen counters, just sipping her smoothie and staring at the void.]

We didn't even pause to think someone framed her, oh my god.

Thursday, week 1

[housewolf]

[Sometimes you see a crowd, and you think, "maybe I will not investigate that right away". Once the crowd has mostly dispersed he'll go looking.

He'll step into the medical bay.]

What happened...?

[toesies]

That is such a broad question...

[Awkwardly. On the bright side, she's no longer covered in gore? Hooray.]

[housewolf]

[That's fair.]

The gore and the injuries...?

Week 1: Saturday

[housewolf]

[Find him in the common room, staring up at the ceiling and looking incredibly dead inside.]

[toesies]

... You look how I feel.

[Hi, Omi. Why do they suck at this?]

[housewolf]

I dunno if I'd call this cathartic or not. But I don't wanna do shit right now.

monday, week two.

[toesies]

[Running into him.......... somewhere in the void, because we did not specify a location. But she greets him from a respectable social distance.]

That broadcast was... one way to start the week, huh?

[housewolf]

[They are simply in a hallway somewhere.]

Yeah. That was definitely something.

Wonder where Nathan went.

[He doesn't think they died, but he also doesn't know where else they'd be.]

[toesies]

Yeah... Me, too. Think one of the avatars would give us a hint if we ask nicely?

[Probably not, but. Worth a try?]

Week 2: Sunday

[housewolf]

[Shiela can find Omi looking in the kitchen, staring blankly at a bag of flour and sugar.]

[toesies]

[... She knocks on the kitchen wall to announce her presence, first.]

Omi?

[housewolf]

[Ah.

He seems to pull himself together.]

Hey.

Did you want to use the kitchen?

wednesday, week three.

[toesies]

[Running into him in the library! While squinting at her phone.]

Hey, did you get a weird text today?

[housewolf]

[He's reading xxxHolic and looks up from his couch.]

... The one about confessing stuff?

Saturday, week 7

[housewolf]

[She can find him...... in the hallway. He looks like he's no longer covered in shark blood, but he also looks generally exhausted by the events of today.

Sometimes you're just a normie, and you suffer through a murdergame.]

[toesies]

[Save this normie.

Sheila is scuttling out of her room, and approaches him as soon as she notices him.]

Omi, are you okay?