week one will not explain the tiny hands.

[toesies]

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[sengokus]

[yeah they collide a little but he'll at least try to catch molly if he seems off-balance

but also]

—Why would you?!

[WHEN HAS KISSING SOLVED ANYTHING]

[headmt]

Look, it seemed like a good idea at the time-- [anyway everyone else in the room seems to be having a meltdown about this] Don't worry about it!

[sengokus]

Ahh, I'll worry about it later—

[and he'll look around]

Alright, let's try again on three - and then if that doesn't work, maybe like... a crowbar or something...? Can we just - pry it open?

[headmt]

[Sounds fine to him. He doesn't know why the sudden urgency, but that feels like the energy in the room right now!!!]

Alright. One. Two. Three.

[And hauling!]

[sengokus]

[mineo's not saying anything before someone else does!

but he will also try very hard!!!!



and after struggling for a few seconds]

... fuck.

[it's really not budging]

[headmt]

[Ugh, okay

in sweet loving memory of Beauregard, he'll try just

fucking punching glass

but again his strength score isn't very high and he just thumps it hard and hisses and recoils in pain.]

Fuckin' shite bastard son of a bitch--!!

[sengokus]

[IN BEAU'S HONOR

but mineo startles at that and - reaches out to wrap his fingers around molly's wrist to inspect his hand carefully]

—Whoa. Shit, you okay?

[headmt]

This is why I use feckin' swords.

[seems his accent gets thicker when he's mad. his hand is fine it just horted when he punched glass like a moron.]

[sengokus]

.... did you bring one....?

[it could be kinda dangerous

but could they slice it a little maybe...?]

[headmt]

[Well,

he does have two strapped to his waist yes]

These- the shitty ones from the circus are fake.

[He'll take one off and like. wave it. it flaps. because it's fake.]

[toyska]

[touches his forehead in exhaustion]

[headmt]

[dont,]

Well I had to try!

[toyska]

Again, why?

[headmt]

My excuse is I haven't slept in a week, I don't know about everyone else.

[chevaleros]

[ wow! for some reason this seems like a great idea! vira, who has been very quiet and only has one good hand right now anyway, suddenly slams it against the glass with her... okay shoulder. it does nothing, so she grabs a thing of crutches and just beats on it one-handed. ]

Why—why isn't it opening!?

[headmt]

[Okay, punching glass like a moron has allowed a cooler head to prevail, sometimes you just have no sleep for five days and things seem like good ideas? It's fine. But Vira has definitely been fucked up and does not need to be doing this, so just gently trying to stop her, reaching out.]

Hey--! Alright! I don't think it's going to do any good!

[chevaleros]

[ no, no one is allowed to have a cool head here. she beats on this stupid pod some more, though obviously it has no effect whatsoever.

she grinds her teeth and swivels toward molly when he tries to stop her like a sensible person, her voice tight with some sudden emotion. ]

It's—what if it's not an illusion?

[bonetiddies]

[Oh. Well. When Mollymauk actually punches it so hard it hurt his hand, she stops panicking and swivels to him, furious.]

Stop that, you tool! It's a fucking illusion!

[headmt]

[Just shaking his hand out! It's fine.]

I'm aware of that! Everyone just seemed very concerned about it!

[bonetiddies]

It's not worth injuring yourself over. It's curfew. Didn't you consider that you could need to fight with that?

[bonetiddies]

[I looked away for two seconds and Mineo and Mollymauk are kissing and self-harming.

Harrow just - is leaning against the pod while they do all this, unable to really help pry it open, but just staring in open hatred.]

. . . It's fake.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . ]

Probably.

[he says this but also

he's gonna back up just a little and - if everyone cares so much - he tries to deliver a very firm roundhouse kick to the glass, aiming for below where they hear the taps just in case

it

does not work and the shock of it just forces him to emit a pained noise as he hops on his good leg]

Owwww owowow.

[dotcom]

Mineo. Stop.

[ he sounds... tired. tired, and angry, but his expression goes from looking concerned to something more neutral. ]

Sit down.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . ]

If it got to you that bad [if even takeru tried to open a pod when normally he's so calm about things] then I had to try.

[but he'll do as asked]

[toesies]

[... Her expression crumples, jaw clenched.]