catch-all: fukuda, who i almost keep calling anaido in metatext

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wednesday, week zero.

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[You wanted drunk mom? Here's drunk mom. She enters the kitchen shortly after the mini event, and stops short once she notices him.]

Ohh... It's you.

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[Fukuda is just standing here, wrist deep in a family size bag of barbecue lays.]

Haha, I could say the same to you.
[Because to him you're the you. What a funny joke!]

Did you go on the tunnel of love as well?

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Yeah. It sucked? Did it suck for you as much as it sucked for me?

[Her voice may or may not be slightly off, like she's tipsy.]

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Well, we had to keep shoveling coal into the back of our boat to outpace the boulder rolling after us. It was a good team building activity.

[We could have died! What fun.]

Were you drinking on yours?

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... That's one way to get a friendship rolling.

[Ba dum tshh...]

To answer your question: no. But it did involve a crat. [...] Crab. [...] Cat. There we go.

[That explains nothing.]

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[Crat...... Anyway the more Sheila talks the more sure he is that she's drunk??? Ma'am???]

A cat? That's a strange thing to be in a tunnel full of water.

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Right? And a three headed cat at that. It would invite questions even at a pet store.

week 1, Sunday post-execution

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[Fukuda always seems to brighten up when he sees Sheila? He is just trotting over to join her on the couch in the common room.]

Miss Sheila, I wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind?

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[A shitty romcom is playing on the TV when he walks in, one that she apparently picked. Though she doesn't seem to mind the interruption.]

That will depend on the question. But sure, what is it?

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I was wondering what your family is like? If that's ok to ask.

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Oh. That's not what I expected. But it's okay. [She hums...] Do you mean like, in general...?

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Mm, whatever makes the most sense to you, I suppose? I wouldn't want to make you speak about anything difficult.

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What can I tell you? What can I tell you...?

[She hums, glancing to the side as she thinks.]

Well... We're a normal family. Sure, it's just me and my daughter— but I love her very much and I try to spend as much time as I can with her. Though, I guess it never feels like it's enough time, between getting my new realty company off the ground and school.

week 2 saturday post trial

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[Fukuda is just sitting in jail, oddly chill about the whole situation.]

Ah, miss Sheila. I didn't expect to see you here.

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Yeah, well... There's a 50-50 chance you'll die tomorrow, so it felt kind of exclusive.

[Frowning? Please be a little less chill with the situation, sir???]

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It's generous of you to say that. I don't think there would be much point in me surviving with people's opinions being what they are.

[No he refuses to not be chill.]

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Wow. You do not lighten up.

[ma'am, he's on death row.]

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Hahaha.... sorry. I feel like I keep saying things to upset you, miss Sheila.

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I have a feeling that's going to keep happening, so don't even worry about it.

[A little wearily.]

Did you mean everything you said? That whole spiel?

saturday, week seven.

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[Sheila isn't looking for him, exactly, but she doesn't turn on her heel and run away when she bumps into him in the observation deck.]

Huh.

[Eloquent.]

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[Well the good news(?) is Fukuda has both hands again. The bad news is I think that it's Fukuda.]

Ah... miss Sheila. We had a successful day today, didn't we?

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[That IS bad news. (childe voice) What Are This.]

As far as I can tell, yeah! Everyone's bodies are back where they belong.

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[Nodding.]

Hopefully the rest of the new code works and everyone can go home... I think a lot of people have important things to get back to.

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No kidding. I hope time is stopped, or else this is going to be a disaster.

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[Well the problem with that is now part of Fukuda's mind is running away with different time travel tropes that could apply here.]

Well... I suppose unless it's a matter of the timelines of different worlds lining up strangely, we're all from different points of time, right? So if we're able to be pulled from there, our return probably isn't subject to a normal linear progression either.
[He could have just said "yes I think time won't have passed" but instead he chose to say this.]