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Saeru spends a coin in the vending machine, just in case. Maybe she'll get another video or a dead body or something. That would be cool.
Well hopefully this entertains Saeru…
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From Now On | Neo | Ch.5 Unsupervised Time | OPEN
twoneoenjou:
He has mild flashbacks to their investigation thread, where Saeru expressed… more than a little disappointment at not finding the morgue. “I guess that’s one way to feel like you’re not getting anything out of it.” He can’t help but giggle. “At least you’re here though. Like the rest of us are. You’ll have more time to get back to doing the stuff you love to do with your parents when the time comes.”
At hearing her last question though, Neo sighs. “I’ll be honest, there’s not exactly anyone out there waiting for me. I’ve been an orphan all my life, and while the doctors and nurses in the hospital do care a lot, they know that they can’t be too attached, and I know it too. But you know what?” He returns back to smiling.
“That’s okay. I’ve got Tsukasa-chama, Ulrich-kun, Shiori-kun, Gyuhui-ssi… Everyone I love is someone I’ve met in this last few months, so I’d like to say that my family’s right here where I am. And yes, that includes you, Saeru-san. Obviously we’re not that close but…you’re probably one of the cousins I’d find the time to bug and throw rainbow confetti at if I was in a cheerful mood.”
Neo.
“Right, right...”
One would think one who works with the less-quick would be more patient, but they’d spent more than long enough in here. It was an absolute waste.
Saeru seemed to perk up a little as Neo began to speak about himself, though she stayed silent.
“I see. We’re used to... more similar surroundings than I’d expected, hm?”
Admittedly the confession felt a bit out of the blue, but how much could she argue? She was about as close with... Ulrich, at least, as most of her friends back home. And yet...
“...I would prefer you didn’t. Nice enough sentiment, I suppose...”
From Now On | Neo | Ch.5 Unsupervised Time | OPEN
twoneoenjou:
Ever as alert, Neo is roused by the handclap, and even as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes he can tell who the person in front of him is. “And a good morning to you too, Saeru-san.” He yawns. “You’re not wrong, I guess, but I think I’d like to be entitled to a goodnight’s sleep after all of that.”
Still, it’s with a small smile that he greets the Undertaker.
“Well, since it’s technically our cooldown time right about now, I don’t mind trying to learn more about you. Unless you’re not into that sort of thing but…Still, it has been like, what, a month? And I don’t think I know all that much about you yet.” He swings his legs around so that he’s sitting as well. Always best to be polite. “Looking forward to home, Saeru-san? I’m guessing your parents must be missing you a lot.”
“Entitled to and safe to are two different things...”
Apparently he didn’t particularly mind not sleeping for a while. It was all the same to her, really.
“I should think so. There’s always a lot of work to be done, and the months near the start of the year always have a bit more traffic than the rest. I’m... sure they also miss me as a person, of course, but... yes.”
“I certainly can’t wait to leave this place. I’m... not really needed here. I’m certainly not getting anything out of it myself, either. It’s more than a little frustrating.”
“And yours? Or are they... elsewhere?”
From Now On | Neo | Ch.5 Unsupervised Time | OPEN
They did it.
Well, more accurately Ulrich and Sayuri did it, but they all kept their cool in the face of yet another motive, and it looked like Control himself was struck silent. Faced with the jubilation at the circumstances, what was the Daredevil doing in the midst of it all?
Snzz…
Oh, he’s…He’s sleeping. You find him on one of the benches in the Waiting Area, calmly sleeping his worries away now that he’s had one good night in the last five days to do so. The bags under his eyes makes it clear that he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep in the days before so…I guess all’s well that ends well.
But a one-sided conversation with a sleeping boy isn’t going to get anywhere. There’s an idiom about not waking a sleeping lion, but Neo ain’t no Leo so… how about you get that slugabed up and talking?
Saeru paused in apparent thought for a minute before clapping her hands in front of Neo’s face.
“...I’m still not sure it’s that safe to sleep out in the open by yourself. For all we know, there could just be enough residual symptoms in someone...”
She sighed and took a seat herself.
“Admittedly, I wasn’t expecting Ulrich to be the one to find it, but I suppose we still don’t know everything about each other in here.”
Hopefully he actually woke up or she’s going to look really stupid.
unidentified flavourful object || tsukasa || chapter 5 motive [open]
Possibly being infected with rabies sure wasn’t going to stop Tsukasa Tamotsu from cooking and cleaning, for better or worse!
Worse. It’s almost definitely for worse. Someone make her stop.
Still, Tsukasa seems content enough to be chopping vegetables at the counter. Humming to herself, keeping a steady rhythm, like it’s all a game. Tsukasa had become so focused on the simple task, she almost didn’t notice the ache and fatigue–she almost didn’t catch someone else coming in the kitchen.
Her eyes stay on her fingers, continuing to chop. Now would be the worst time to get a cut, after all!
“Eheh, it’s easy to go straight for convenience food when you’re feeling bad, but in times like this it’s more important than ever to eat well, you know~? Tsukasa-chama wanted to try to make some food for everyone that’s easy to stomach, but…”
The girl sounds chipper enough to come off as healthy, but turning to speak to whoever came in would probably give away how exhausted she was. Still, it’s better to see who she’s talking to. If it had been Natacha that entered, for example, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hear much of what Tsukasa was saying to her.
Not that it really matters anyway. Still, she puts down her knife and turns to them, leaning against the island counter for additional support.
“Well, that’s probably not the best idea until we know who’s actually infected, huh? Handling food like this…. Tsukasa-chama didn’t really think about it until after she already started. Eheh, it really doesn’t feel right to sit around and do nothing while everyone’s suffering though…”
You’d sound a lot more convincing if you didn’t look like you were about to topple over, Tsukasa-chama. Please go take a nap.
“Are you eating well? Neo-kyun suggested everyone try to eat lots of fresh fruits and veggies, you know?”
As little as Saeru felt like leaving her room, she still had to eat sometime. She didn’t feel much like it, but as long as she didn’t have to attempt any cooking...
“Well, my immune system is already too strong for its own good, so I’d imagine I’d be better off than some of you...”
She tapped gingerly at her makeup, which was almost more trouble than it was worth at this point. Fatigue, headache—nothing unusual. But all of this sweating? What a pain.
“I didn’t think you could get rabies from anything but animal bites... How did Control...?”
“...Who knows. I wonder if they’ll be able to find the cure.”
Thanks for not answering anything, Saeru.
The Edge of Life and Death//Chapter 5//Saeru Shinda//OPEN
13101211-t-ishizuki:
Tohru is not a natural tsukkomi but retorts anyway in a way with a sharpness that’d make her distant comedian relatives proud.
Washing it of what?! Hey, t-that was blood, wasn’t it? Whose? Y-You didn’t…?
Tsk tsk, always with the questions, not with the answering. From the state of her bandaging, though, seems she’s there to replace it. The job that Ryuu did lasted for quite a while, but after trying to retie it by herself, things got a little messy. And she can’t exactly ask him to do it again…
“...I apologize, but it’s none of your business.”
Saeru took one step to the side to grab a paper towel. She began to dry the knife with a sigh.
“Would you like to step away from the door so I can return this?”
The Edge of Life and Death//Chapter 5//Saeru Shinda//OPEN
shsl-knifethrower:
Ulrich had snuck into the infirmary, looking for bandaids. No one could know the knife thrower cut his finger cutting open a fruit! When he saw Saeru standing there, washing a knife, Ulrich slammed himself against the wall. A million thoughts ran through his mind. What was she doing here? Why was the knife being washed? Infirmary? Did she attack someone? Did someone attack her?! In an attempt to sound as tough as ever, Ulrich straightened himself.
“What are you doing in here, Saeru? Should I be worried?”
He pulled himself away from the wall, balling his fist and shoving it in his pocket. He might as well try to reason with her if she was considering violence of any kind. That’s what any good person would do in times like these!”
Saeru blinked. Ulrich entering and immediately slamming himself against the wall was... interesting?
“Ah, no, I’m finished now. Everything’s all right.”
She sighed.
“Well, as far as that goes. There are many other things that aren’t all right... But you’re well-aware of that. At least you’re still okay...”
“...Or are you? Did you need something in here?”
The Edge of Life and Death//Chapter 5//Saeru Shinda//OPEN
13101211-t-ishizuki:
Tohru can be seen half-in half-out, clinging to the doorway and looking absolutely terrified.
Shinda-san what are you doing right now.
Her clothes don’t seem to be bloodied right now, so she probably didn’t kill someone? Right? Right?? ----- Tohru regrets this. She looks down the hall to see if anyone else will witness this. She will die! Goodbye, Sayuri! Hers has been a life of much shame!
Without being aware, she’s started tearing up again. The tailor’s been doing that fairly frequently lately, hasn’t she? It’s far too early for Saeru to be dealing with this.
“...Washing a knife...?”
Saeru had thought that much was fairly obvious. Maybe not why, but...
She eyed Tohru carefully. The tailor wasn’t actually a murderer now, right? But she was still... Hm. Attempted. And also a bit strange.
“Did you need in here for something?”
time is an illusion | ryuu | open
Despite Tohru’s helpful advice that too much caffeine will have the opposite effect, it’s been long enough that Ryuu is willing to go back to coffee one more time. Last time he had hated it, but maybe he could put enough in it that it would still work but not taste awful? Is that a good plan?
He just needs something, honestly. Sleep is fitful for the sparse moments it comes and he’s found it only makes his waking hours even more unpleasant. The atmosphere of this entire place is stifling, for more than one reason. He hates that people are worried, he hates the burden he’s placed on Nami…
He hates…
Turning on the coffee machine, the acrobat watches with an almost blank face as it begins to heat up. Don’t think about things like that. Instead, wonder what you can add to coffee to make it half decent. Neo mentioned spices and whatnot before, so maybe that will work…
I imagine there are others in the room with him because he’s not going to sneak away to make coffee, but that also means all are welcome to approach him. I found the loop hole.
“Not sugar, but… What did he even add last time…? Nee-chan drinks it black, so maybe if I plug my nose…”
Will you interrupt the rambling of this sleepy boy Y/N
Having depleted the Coffee Helll™ at this point, Saeru had drifted back towards the common coffee machine. She would try to sleep normally tonight, but for now... No need to be submerged in that nightmare any longer than necessary.
She probably should have expected someone else to be there, though admittedly she hadn’t expected Ryuu. Did someone like him even need caffeine?
“Go black. Then it should be easier to tell if it’s been poisoned, hmm?”
Saeru, that’s not really a joke to make right now.
Encore! || Ulrich Closed for Saeru
shsl-knifethrower:
Ulrich was sitting at the end seat in the Meeting room, chugging down a nice hot cup of black coffee. It sent shivers down his body as he inhaled its scent, moaning and holding the cup close to himself. He jerked his head to the entrance as Saeru enters. Oh! There she is!! Ulrich’s number one fan! He stands up and runs up to her, waving his hand.
“Hello, Saeru! It is a pleasure to see you once more! I almost had assumed that you ignored my invitation! But I know that someone as wise as you knew better! You are a fan of mine! Why would you ever simply ignore my invitation?!”
Ulrich’s brown eyes shimmered as he slowly took another sip of his coffee.
“Sooo.. How are you? I’m doing terribly! But as I had said… maintaining your personal relationships will be the best course of action, especially when we’re fighting to survive our nightmares!”
Ulrich’s smile fell as he stared into Saeru’s eyes. He didn’t seem to like that he brought up such a sour subject.
“Are you…. holding up?”
At least there was an attempt before he went right for the Lore.
Saeru was greeted by the scent of dark coffee and a much brighter introduction. She crossed her ankles in a very faint curtsy—despite not wearing a skirt—and set her tea down on the table.
“I have the right to ignore any invitation I like, of course. But as you say, no reason to ignore yours. I could afford to be a bit more social since someone’s interested.”
“The ‘terribly’ bit isn’t good to hear. Are they that bad...? I’m generally in good condition once I’ve woken up enough, I feel...”
“I at least still have painkillers if it isn’t going away. The rest, it’s not as if I’m doing anything worthwhile in here, anyway, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter. As long as I’m still doing all right by the time we get out of here...”
If You Can't Beat Them or Join Them Then Uh//Chapter 4 Start//Saeru//OPEN
dr-kusayanagi:
Yuuna picks her way across the room, to where the instruments are set out. She leans over to where the winds are set out and looks over them with what seems to be a critical eye. She knows nothing about instruments, don’t be fooled.
“I prefer things more mindless than, hm, screamo.”
That was the one where they screamed, she assumed. The name was self-explanatory enough.
“The sound of screams aggravate me, anyway.” Yuuna continues. She reaches out, poking at the buttons of a shined gold saxophone. “The less I hear them the better, but jazz is much more pleasant. It doesn’t disrupt concentration, but still encourages movement and freedom.”
She dances while she does autopsies? She dances while she does autopsies.
Yuuna rolls up the left sleeve of her coat to free the burnt hand for use, then picks up one of the golden saxophones and a reed. She had to wet it first, she remembered that much. The reed is placed on her tongue like a popsicle stick, and Yuuna turns back to Saeru.
“If you don’t like it, then it’s a waste of time to do.” She says through the reed. “Why waste your time like that?”
“Oh? And here I thought jazz was supposed to be the more cultured of the two... Though I’m sure screams are supposed to be unsavory to everyone.”
In fact, Saeru had been mildly worried that wouldn’t hold true for Yuuna, but if she wanted to see people in agony, she wouldn’t work in a morgue, now, would she?
She glances at Yuuna’s hand but relents. Same hat.
“Do you mean to say there’s anything I can do here besides wasting time? There are no bodies. If we end up with another one, it will just be taken away again. I can’t help but imagine they’re just being dumped in a ditch somewhere...”
a turtle’s heart || tsukasa || chapter 4 motive || open?
bxrikko:
“Hai hai~ ☆ It’d be a bit of a walk, so that’s a good idea. We probably don’t want to tire ourselves out more than we need to, right?”
Tsukasa, looking fully awake now, hops off the desk with relative ease and follows Saeru to the door. This was good! Tsukasa had been putting off going to her room, but having someone else there would make it easier. She would definitely have to check on Isabella eventually, but…
“You seem to be doing pretty well in spite of everything, Sae-chama! That’s a relief.”
Saeru chuckled. Tired out, indeed. She had enough issues with fatigue without all of this nightmare business.
“Ah, well, once I’m awake enough, the nightmare isn’t much of an issue. It’s pretty clearly not how things actually are. You seem all right, too, hm?”
She led the way to the personal rooms, stretching her arms in front of her. She winced, but only briefly.
“As for everything else... There’s really nothing I can do at this point, so no point worrying about it. What is taking the authorities so long to get here...?”
If You Can't Beat Them or Join Them Then Uh//Chapter 4 Start//Saeru//OPEN
dr-kusayanagi:
Yuuna’s expression becomes a little harder to read at the mention of Ryuu, but she still has a smile.
Ryuu. Her friend. Right.
Friends. Right.
She seemed to have those now.
She listens in silence to Saeru run through her finger placements, swaying a bit in place with her hands clasped behind her back. It had been a while since she heard any music, even if violin wasn’t one of her favorite instruments.
“A suggestion on my parents part to learn something outside of my work.” Yuuna replies. “I like to listen to jazz whenever I’m with my patients, so I thought I might as well learn something that’s prevalent in the genre if I had to learn something. It was harder than I’d thought to learn, but I was managing well enough.” She wasn’t, she was Very Terrible at it, but still.
“...Ho. That’s interesting. I would have thought you more the... screamo type? Or some such thing. Then again, I’m not all that familiar with jazz beyond the very basic frame of it.”
Saeru set the violin down for a minute and inspected the bow. Where was the rosin again?
“I suppose people don’t generally pick up instruments of their own accord, hm? For me, it was either this or piano. I picked rather arbitrarily.”
Encore! || Ulrich Closed for Saeru
Ulrich found himself practicing his performance in the meeting room down by the labs as he fought sleep, and tried desperately to fight away the thoughts that plagued his mind. He was still fresh! He was still talented! There was no reason for anyone to think otherwise! But as sleep pulled him slowly away from the realms of consciousness, the more he tripped up his exercise. He would throw a blade wrong, his stancce would be off, his miind elsewhere than simply knife throwing. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, was he?
With a groan, he realized that it was him being alone that was shaking him up so badly! He walked over to drink from his mug of black coffee as he pulled out his ID to stare at a message to someone. It felt wrong to hit send, but maybe Ulrich would do better at practicing with an audience? Swallowing his pride, Ulrich opens and sends a message to everyone’s favorite undertaker.
[Ulrich>to>Saeru] [Hello! I do hope you are faring well during these hard times! I haven’t spoken with you and I wished to inform you that there were things I wanted to talk with you about! Such things like your secret or our nightmares? Even in this time, I think it is for the best to maintain relationships! That is why I am inviting you to the downstairs meeting room, the first one! Come and see me if you may, please.]
And so, with that message sent, Ulrich sat in one of the seats, clutching his knives to himself, ready to show off again for Saeru. He couldn’t even confirm she as coming, or not! But he had to try and think positively, especially with those intrusive thoughts most often are found in his mind after his nightmares
Saeru was bad enough about checking her ID, and the nightmares weren’t helping. The less fine work she needed to do, the better. Or was it the opposite? It was a bit difficult to decide sometimes.
That was why she’d seen Ulrich’s message incredibly late, but it would have been rude not to at least see if he was still there, right? Perhaps she’d grab some tea, as if that were an excuse for being so late... It really wasn’t very becoming either way.
She walked briskly to the meeting room, her hands wrapped around a hot cup.
“Ah, hello? Are you still in there? Terribly sorry...”
a turtle’s heart || tsukasa || chapter 4 motive || open?
bxrikko:
Tsukasa nods slowly while Searu speaks. She had thought Yuuna’s idea was actually pretty helpful, but it’ll probably be hard for people to adjust to without a reliable system to wake themselves up…
Well, it shouldn’t be too rough for Napmaster Mcgee here, at least. Hopefully the others will hold up alright, too…
“Mm, Tsukasa-chama’s room is at the very end of the hall! It’s to the right of that weird vending machine, next to Mimi-chama’s room.”
Translator’s note: Tsukasa-chama is in Room 1.
“If Isabella-chama is there, she’ll probably let you in! Tsukasa-chama’s things shouldn’t be hard to find, but she can come with you if you’d rather!”
Was Mimi-chan Nami? So right next to their room... which was also Saeru’s room. Oh. How about that.
“We can go ahead together. I wouldn’t want to disturb Isabella unnecessarily. And presumably it would be much easier for you to find a place to change.”
She clasped her hands together tightly for a moment before putting them stiffly at her sides.
“I assume you’d prefer the elevator for the most part? Since you’ve just woken up.”
Monsters In My Dreams || Nami || Motive Reaction || Open
namichuu:
Nami was going to do their very best to keep everyone in high spirits…the best they could after all! Really…they did not understand how bad this motive was yet mostly because they had yet to experience it…because they had yet to even try to sleep!
That…book must have been really good…
“O-Oh…! S-Shinda-san…I am very glad to know that you are doing alright….despite how awful this motive truly seems to be….I…have yet to sleep so I am not sure how…brutal it really is but….”
A pause
“I….may know soon enough….”
They sigh softly, a small smile crossing their lips as they do so.
“C-Coffee…Helll…? D-Does that mean… you will be partaking in drinking a lot of caffeine…in order to stay awake…t-that is not very healthy for your body…b-but….I…am not one to protest in this case….A-As I do not want people to suffer….”
“I think I should be fine as long as I’ve had plenty of time to wake up. I’m really not sure how that kind of nightmare could get worse unless it just feels much longer... Hm.”
“Let me know if I can do anything to help you come to faster, once it does hit. At least, if we’re sleeping in your room. If you’re off in the library I may not be much help.”
Saeru sighed.
“I’m not sure. I may just try to sleep every other night? If I try to stay up the entire time, then...”
“Ah, you’d know, wouldn’t you? If you’re low on REM sleep, you end up with it being a lot longer the next time you sleep? I’m sure I’ve heard something like that, but I may be misremembering...”
If You Can't Beat Them or Join Them Then Uh//Chapter 4 Start//Saeru//OPEN
dr-kusayanagi:
“Most things I know are self-taught. Traditional school never worked well for me, so we found alternative methods.”
Yuuna’s eyes dart around the music room. She’d never looked around beyond a brief glance through the doorway, given there were always other rooms that held her interest better, but it wasn’t anything she wouldn’t have expected. Still nice, she was sure. Just didn’t pique her particular interests as much as the infirmary or labs did.
Maybe she should find an actual saxophone, try to remind herself what she’d learned.
Though, then again, was there even a point.
“I can’t read music, but I’m sure I could learn.” She was good at picking up information quick, it just depended on her interest level how well she retained it. “For now, all that I know was learn by ear and trial and error. Which would explain why it’s terrible to listen to.”
“...Huh.”
Saeru hadn’t really thought of that kind of schooling, but perhaps it would explain Yuuna’s... social skills?
“Well, whatever works, I suppose.” She looked briefly at a page of music, but trying to teach Yuuna would mostly be sitting around talking, wouldn’t it? “I’m sure Ryuu could help with that.”
She went through a few more pages before apparently becoming frustrated and shoving them back in. She took off one glove and gripped the neck of the violin with it. Fine. It was all fine. No horrific flare-ups, no... Any of that. She just needed to breathe.
Without playing, she went through a few finger placements.
“Any reason to learn saxophone in particular?”
