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ㅤೀ ֹ ∗ ㅤ AYUMI KOBAYASHI ; ㅤೀ ֹ ∗ ㅤ BEAU AHN ; ㅤೀ ֹ ∗ ㅤ BLAIR KIM ;
“don’t be ridiculous—go on and enjoy the food. it’s three o’clock, and if you haven’t had lunch,” she blinks, “—just go get energized. if there’s a problem, there could always be an extension.” she shrugs, “maybe.”
"yeah, well," he said with a sigh, pushing back in his chair, "i'm not sure if they'll give me an extension. but alright, i’ll grab something to eat—don’t want to be the only one not snacking while everyone else is busy having fun. have you eaten?"
𝜗୧ㅤׂ “ i’ll wait for you. ” no questions asked, tj settles comfortably next to beau. “ it’s not as fun without you, anyway. ”
beau scoffed. "oh, please. i'm sure you'll have the time of your life—with or without me."
" usually , i'd let you be , but i don't think any work should be turned in during the weekend unless it's urgent . so , i'd suggest you turn your computer off and let's go get food and do the escape room . "
"fiiiiiiine," beau muttered, closing his laptop with a snap. "you're right, work can wait. i’ve been staring at this screen for hours anyway. i don’t even know why i’m fighting it." he then glanced at his friend, a half smile tugging at his lips. "food and an escape room? that sounds like a plan. my brain could use a break. except... i feel like it'd turn into mush trying to solve the puzzles with you."
event open starter from emiliano flores. time: 7.10pm location: skyline retreat
"wow, they really went all out with the decoration for this place!" he knitted his brows, "do you think they'll notice if i brought home one of the plants? they're so hard to get."
"you mean those plants are real? i thought they were plastic."
" thank you ! i'm not sure what i was going for , but i think this is the best i can do , i'm probably gonna end up giving this to my neighbor's daughter who loves dressing up . why don't you make another one ? i'll help you put it on . "
blair stared at the craft supplies scattered across the table, a mess of glitter, wire, cellophane, and glue sticks all waiting to be used. there was still so much left—plenty of material for him to try again, to make another set of fairy wings that didn’t look like something a kid had put together in a rush. “ahhh, i don’t know…” he muttered, “i feel like i’m gonna mess up again. at least your wings are good enough to give to someone else…”
𝜗୧ㅤׂ “ that just means you need more glue— and a little extra space for your arms. judging by the looks of it, the reason yours fell apart so quickly is because it’s too small. ”
blair's wings—if he could even call them that—were a disaster. the strap had completely torn off when he’d tried to put them on, the frame bending awkwardly under the pressure. he hadn't even pulled that hard. he reached for the broken pieces, turning them over in his hands, inspecting the damage. blair hadn’t thought to measure properly, just estimated and hoped for the best. “do you have a measuring tape? how big did you make yours?”
zion looked over at blair's and hummed. "that's unfortunate. did you use tape instead of glue?"
"i did use glue! but not those ones you heat up with a gun."
"thanks! the key is to use a thread, sewing it on really helps it stick together!"
blair's brows furrow. "can you help me sew mine?"
“thanks, but wait until i try it on myself.” hayoon laughs softly. “it will fall apart in a second. i’m not as artsy as everyone else here—come to think of it, i kind of don’t want to anymore.” she gives her set of fairy wings a once-over, and tightens her lips into a pout.
hayoon was definitely underestimating her own skills. blair could see it plain as day—the way she dismissed her work like it was nothing special, like she hadn’t just crafted something that looked straight out of a boutique display. he sighed, tilting his head as he studied hayoon's fairy wings with envy. “don’t say that! your wings are sooo pretty,” he muttered, unable to help the slight whine in his voice. “did you use glue?”
event open starter from enzo medina. time: 12.30pm location: midday feast, lunchtime buffet
"hello, traveller!" he does his best impression of someone working in a tavern before pausing, embarrassed at his attempt. "the food's good here, yeah? do you think they'll have this as part of our regular buffet?"
ayumi blinked, the words echoing in her mind. hello… hello—what? why did that sound so familiar? had she heard it in a film before? probably. medieval movies were everywhere. it wouldn’t be surprising if that line had been pulled straight from one of them. she reaches for one of the delicate finger foods laid out. it looked almost too fancy to eat, looked like something that belonged at a royal banquet. she turned it between her fingers, admiring the effort that had gone into it. "i don't think so. i wish they would, though. but it's too much work to make this regularly."
" why don't you get them now and take it home with you ? "
"hello? who do you think i am? a loser who takes the leftovers home?"
"i'm glad they brought a wide variety though, they are really good. the event is until night anyway, you can take your time with the food."
"i'm tempted now. what did you get?"
the room was alive with the soft hum of conversations and the faint clatter of mugs against saucers and inigo had just stepped in before his eyes caught a familiar figure near the counter. ayumi. with a small smirk curved his lips as he strolled over, hands casually stuffed into his pockets. and timing it just right, he accidentally brushed against her shoulder as he came to a stop. leaning onto the counter beside her, he turned his head slightly, his smirk widening and slowing turning to a smile. his eyes met hers with that signature confidence. “hey,” he drawled, tilting his head ever so slightly. “you come here often?”
ayumi didn’t even need to turn her head to know exactly who it was. she suppressed a groan, letting her eyes roll in the most dramatic way possible. out of the corner of her vision, she could see inigo—there he fucking was, with that infuriatingly smug expression plastered on his face. it made ayumi want to slap him. "yes, i work here," she replied flatly. there was no time for games, no time to humour inigo today. she wasn’t in the mood for it, not when she was finally trying to have a quiet lunch for once. “can you, like, leave? i’m trying to enjoy my food here.”
𝜗୧ㅤׂ “ i think their goal is to make sure we’re all well-fed, which is great. but it doesn’t seem like they’ve given much thought to how our outfits will hold up later tonight. ”
"ugh, i know right? should we do the scavenger hunt? i bet we'd burn off everything we just ate if we walked around for long enough."
“mind if i ask what you ate?” she curiously asks. “i can’t help but wonder about the snack carts, too... might take a peek at what’s out there.”
"i went a bit overboard. i had a couple of those weird little sushi rolls—then there were those strawberry tarts? i got risotto, too. i could really go for something cold right now, though. maybe some iced tea or a soda."
🔦 : escape room adventures ⏰ : 03:00 p.m.
" hm— i don't think that's right . i feel like we're missing something important ? you think it was when the phone rang ? we probably should've answered it , but our hands were full . "
beau frowned, glancing back at the old rotary phone sitting untouched on the desk. “but if they wanted us to pick it up, they would’ve made it ring again, right?”
