catch-all: takeru.

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one day a shitpost will go here...

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monday, week zero.

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Jesus Christ...

[Welcome to the Experimental Holding! Sheila has one hand pressed against one of the pods, a wide eyed look on her face as she stares at the body inside — until Takeru arrives. Then she sort of startles and turns in his direction.]

—Oh. It's just you.

[He has a name...?]

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Uh huh.

[ luckily for her, he is also rather surprised by this room to be too offended. ]

... what is this place?

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I don't know.

[She takes a step away from the pod, boggled.]

But if this were a horror movie, this is the part where we would both be screwed.

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[ he'll walk closer to one of the pods. ]

Is it meant to just creep us out...?

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Maybe...?

[Unsure.]

They sure don't look like props, though.

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No, they don't.

I wonder if we can break into one.

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Do you want to try?

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I feel like it would probably end poorly.

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[She shrugs like, fair enough! But.]

You were wondering if we could break into one.

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That doesn't mean that I want to be the one to actually do it.

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That's counterproductive.

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Why would I be the one to try to smash it when I have a perfectly able-bodied hothead who can do it for me?

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A hothead? [Squints???] Who?

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Oh. Mineo.

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Oh. Are you two friends...?

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No, we're coworkers.

[ but he is a hothead who is easy to boss around... ]

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Huh.

[Just huh.]

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What.

[ what. ]

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I'm just surprised you're comfortable bossing him around, but you're not friends?

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Why wouldn't I be? I have to deal with him enough at the office.

[ they don't have hr ]

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Because you're not the boss of him?

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He doesn't have any problems with it.

week 0, friday

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[ whispers what the fuck

but after the death announcement, sasazuka is mostly looking around the facilities to find-- well, something. he doesn't know what. but people don't usually supposedly die without leaving something behind??

(usually, since sometimes people are very good at covering up after themselves.)

he steps into the simulation room. hewwo is sheila here. ]

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[She is! And thank god neither of them can see the evidence in this room, because that would have maybe stopped Sheila from booting up the simulation software. They're both in the foyer of a two story house, with Sheila sitting on a couch to the left, a smoothie cup in her hand.]

Oh, hey... [Looking at him with a troubled look on her face, eyebrows furrowed together.] Not a great way to start the day, huh?

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[ he doesn't comment on the scenery, and instead just nods. ]

After getting locked in, I figured something might be happening, but I was hoping it wouldn't be this bad.