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I FUCKING HATE THIS
[Task 6] Bad Rack
Initially, Nabiki felt her cheeks flush with a feeling of embarrassment. Drat — why had she mentioned something so foul in the first place? Of course, a proper lady such as Fujikawa would never be able to empathize with something so repulsive, so uncouth… What, what was that?!
“Eh? H-hah… Hahah! You sure tricked me for a second there, Fujikawa-san…!” Nabiki said with a tinge of surprise about her, eyes widened in a combination of shock and discomfort. The navigator nodded her head and let out a slow, quiet proceeding of subdued laughter.
She really ought to have learned by now not to judge people based on such petty and baseless impressions, but… It was too late to fuss over something so pointless. Nabiki allowed herself to chuckle at the moment of calm, the slackening of tension. It felt nice, to let down her guard for the time being, although the tension in the air was a near-constant reminder of the vile fate that had grasped Jinta just a small distance away from where the two of them stood. But before long, she had cleared her throat, intent on refocusing on the task at hand. Eyes hardened, she nodded intently at the bowler and continued to search the perimeter of the room.
"Well… I reckon, first, they’d pull out their handy-dandy magnifying glass, an’… Twirl their mustache like this… And then shout ‘europa’! Or… ‘Eubeka’? Shit, of all times for me not to remember…”
With a small sigh of disappointment in her own abilities, Nabiki placed one hand on the edge of the sturdy table and poked her head under it, surveying the large area on the floor beneath the table for anything of interest.
"Sheesh, this is harder than it looks. You see anythin’ over that direction, Fujikawa-san? I guess I ain’t so good at detective work, or, y’know, detectivin’…"
"Huh...Not much!"
It was a lot harder to find clues with the naked eye than it was in movies. Was that dust a clue? What about that slightly moved lamp? Any tiny detail could be deemed important..! Or maybe it wasn't at all...
Miwa let out a quiet hum as she walked around the room, taking in her surroundings. Everything looked pretty intact...but...
"Hm? What's that?"
A bandaged hand waved to her classmate, signaling a discovery. She wasn't sure what this was, but it definitely wasn't normal.
"What do you make of this?"
[Task 6] Bad Rack
Nabiki leaned forward to inspect the strange scene upon which they had stumbled, though she never took a full step into the office — it felt like disturbing a crime scene, somehow. It might not have been so strange had the scene in question not been so utterly confounding, of course. A bucket, of all things? And… A puddle of some sort of yellow liquid. Though initially, the navigator had to admit, it did look remarkably like a puddle of urine… The unpleasant odor was surely lacking, wasn’t it? She felt her nose wrinkle up despite itself, and she cast an uncertain glance at Miwa. It seemed that the bowler was thinking the very same thing.
"I’ll be honest with ya’, Fujikawa-san. I didn’t get close enough t’ his body to notice somethin’ like that… I’d prefer t’ keep my distance from, e-eh… Dead people, y’know? But I’ll take your word for it,” Nabiki muttered, lifting one hand to tug at the starch white collar of her military jacket. Her gaze shifted back to the questionable puddle on the floor and she frowned.
"Hope this don’t sound too crude of me, but… Doesn’t that sort of resemble, y’know…" she said stiffly, pointing one finger in its direction. "Eugh, gross, I know," Nabiki added, a humorless laugh leaving her throat dry. "Reckon we should keep lookin’ around, Fujikawa-san? Aside from this bucket, I don’ suppose we’ve got much t’ go off of."
Nabiki glanced around the Warden’s Office, finally daring to step inside the eerie room. After taking great care to step around the yellow puddle, she hesitantly took a few paces around the massive table in the middle of the room, eyes peeled for anything that might be of concern to them or to the case.
Oh thank god someone else thought the same thing. Miwa gave a small laugh and raised her eyebrows at the naval navigator.
"You really think that? How immature, Kaname-san!"
"...Kidding, I thought so too."
The small laugh grew slightly, Miwa's bandaged hand covering her grin. She hadn't had a lot of bonding time with this girl, so hopefully she wouldn't get angry at her little joke.
She followed the girl into the Warden's Office and took a brief look around. Where would they even begin to start? Miwa was surely the competitive type, but she was starting to think she wasn't cut out for this detective stuff. She should stick to rolling balls at pins....if she could. The thought wiped the smile from her face.
"Yeah, why can't all clues be as obvious as that one? Do these killers really want our lives to be that much harder before they try to kill us? Let's take a look around, then..."
Miwa began to look around the desk area and frowned when she found nothing of interest. Some people have all the luck! Junpei and Misaki found some impressive stuff in this very room...if only she could do the same right now! Come on, Miwa...channel Sherlock Holmes! Don't be Watson! Think, think! Racking her brain for answers, the bowler plopped herself into the Warden's chair, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"We just have to act like we're in a film noir, Kaname-san! What would one of those old-timey private investigators do?"
[Task 6] Bad Rack
Jinta Katsuragi… Their own super high-school Club President. As had so many before him, the blue-haired boy, too, had seemingly fallen pretty to the antics put on by that nasty bear. Weary eyed and heavy footed as she paced the perimeter of the crime scene, Nabiki’s shoulders slumped with a devastating lack of inspiration. The sight was unsettling, there was no doubt — but even that being said, she found it difficult to admit that this whole grisly ordeal came as a surprise to her. Death was beginning to feel like almost an everyday occurrence within their dreary prison walls. The navigator shivered at the familiarity of the forlorn look which had overwhelmed Jinta’s otherwise lifeless expression.
Nabiki could not look at the body for more than a few moments before the color had all but drained from her face and she had instinctively taken a few steps back. Of course… staring at Jinta in this state would accomplish nothing. Just as had been protocol so many times before, finding evidence would be the only real way to avenge the fallen president now. Taking a shaky inhale, the navigator glanced upwards only to notice a bit of movement at the top of the staircase from which Jinta had assumedly fallen. She squinted before carefully starting up the stairs herself, in pursuit of whomever she had just seen. Perhaps they would be able to accomplish more as a team.
"Ah, Fujikawa-san," Nabiki said uncertainly, approaching the blonde girl from behind. The bowler appeared to be standing in the doorway to the Warden’s Office, attention seemingly captured by something within. She glanced over Miwa’s shoulder and into the dimly lit room, raising one eyebrow in thought. "…Sorry t’ interrupt. D’you see somethin’ in there?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
Miwa stepped aside and let Nabiki take a gander at what had caught her attention. A bucket in a puddle of...whatever that was. Huh. She was stumped. Did one of the toilets break leaving someone to resort to using a bucket? No no, if that was urine it probably would have smelled a lot worse.
"The heck is all of this liquid? Juice? Oil? Wasn't Katsuragi-kun wet too?"
What kind of liquids were yellow? Apple juice? Vinegar? Oil? There wasn't a very large quantity of stuff that fit the profile. Still, she wasn't sure.
"And this bucket....it's on the ground."
Miwa in that moment resisted every cell in her body that urged her to say, "Katsuragi-kun kicked the bucket!" Every fiber of her being banded together to keep the insensitive phrase from escaping her lips. The only beings that would be able to appreciate the thought was her and any telepaths in the area.
[Task 6] Bad Rack
Things didn't exactly have the same effect as they did a couple weeks ago. Stuffed bears talking didn't send a chill up her spine, her wrist finding new levels of pain wasn't too alarming, and seeing a dead body didn't rattle her to the core. In fact...she was sorta expecting this to happen. There was no reason not to! The photograph...the article....and the motive? It was not a matter of if but when.
Looking down at Jinta's body, Miwa noted that he didn't look nearly as malicious as he did in the picture. He just laid there....blank. Expressionless. He had met the same fate as Boa...would Misaki end up the same way?
That wasn't the mystery on their hands at the moment. What was important was to find who did this. Seeing as how he fell from the third floor, Miwa thought it was best to try her luck up there. Avoiding disturbing the glass shards that lay strewn about the staircase, she climbed upward.
"...Uhm."
Well she was definitely right about this floor. From the stairwell she could see the Warden's Office door slightly open. And...was that something laying in the doorway?
"And this is?"
She approached the scene cautiously as to not mess anything up. Hopefully someone would come help and give her their opinion on what this was.
[Task 5] 7 LB.
This motive seemed a little too promising… Not really. The death of another one of their friends was the absolute last thing Misaki wanted. But still.. escape was no doubt tempting… even if there was nothing outside. If they left, that would mean no one else would have to die, right? No. If they left, that would mean someone would have to die for it to happen. No one wanted that…
On the other hand, Junpei didn’t skip a beat in bringing their new discovery to attention. ‘The Most Despairing Incident of Mankind’ was still an absolute mystery to her, along with the photograph stapled to the document. She watched as Miwa walked up to him and lifted the paper, her expression becoming more and more concerned. As the bowler blurted out questions, Misaki stepped forward.
"I don’t remember anything about the picture or what’s written there, but I agree that ‘fifteen students’ looks really suspicious. "
"I’m not lying about being a student, I know… But I don’t ever remember wearing the uniform…"
Didn't remember!? That was some bowl shit! How do you not remember taking a picture like that!? It was just unheard of....or....was it? Miwa found herself not being able to remember things so clearly lately, hadn't she? Like how she got here, or what might have happened outside...
Miwa's eyes narrowed suspiciously at Misaki. How well did she even know this girl? What made her deserving of trust? For all she knew, she could be lying this entire time...
...But she probably wasn't.
Misaki had a good point: she was wearing a Hopes Peak uniform in that photo. So it would be kind of odd for her to be the liar, right? The same went for Jinta and Boa as well.
"I...guess I believe you. What kind of non-student would wear a Hopes Peak uniform? And besides, I think the culprit wants us to distrust you and Katsuragi-kun. Why else would they give us this picture?"
Then it had to be one of the remaining five, right? Junpei, Kaori, Etsuko, Atlas, or Nabiki. After all, it totally wasn't her! She would know if she was lying or not!
[Task 5] 7 LB.
...Would it make Miwa a terrible person if she thought that this motive was sort of nice? Well, no motive was nice...but if seven of them could really escape, that would be ideal! No no. All of them escaping would be ideal. All sixteen would have been even better. Still, she battled the thought of actually being relieved if someone had passed. It was a terrible, terrible thought and she didn't want to have it. But...
She should have known by now that things were never going to be clear-cut. Soon after she had a handle on this new motive, Junpei threw a curve ball at them all.
"Pff..."
"I'm not even surprised anymore. What is it?"
Really. She wasn't shocked. They had been getting constantly toyed with since they got here. Miwa was just waiting for the next big thing. She nonchalantly lifted the photo in the diver's hand to get a better look.
O-Okay, mildly shocking. But she had this under control!
"...Why are they in uniforms like that? Asaihara-san? Katsuragi-kun? When was this taken, and where?"
Seeing Boa's face was startling. It was twisted into an expression of malice, which she had never seen from her before. It wasn't only her, but Misaki and Jinta as well. What was up with them? Still trying to process the photograph, green eyes scanned the article quickly. Most despairing incident...yadda yadda...fifteen students....
...Fifteen?
Still...not....shocking....
"H-Hey, what's the big idea!? Fifteen!? There were sixteen of us!"
A typo? Maybe. But what if it wasn't? What if someone here wasn't really one of them? It was entirely possible that whoever was in charge grabbed an innocent bystander by accident! Scratch that; Everybody that entered this prison claimed to be Super High School Level. With that logic, someone had to be lying. Maybe they were behind this the entire time.
"A-Anyone here want to fess up to not being a Hope's Peak Student!?"
[Free Time] || The Tower || [OPEN]
Miwa… Junpei feels as if he shouldn’t be surprised that she’s the one coming to speak to him, but… somehow, he is. He doesn’t hold anything against her for her suspicion the previous day… he had been upset that she didn’t listen, guilty that he scared her, bitter that what he thought had been saving her life hadn’t been anything of the sort after all, but… he hadn’t blamed her at all.
After all, if he’d been the one to catch her bringing that bat down on Oten’s head… he would have been just as confused and afraid, and felt just as betrayed. Maybe it’s because he’s still feeling betrayed himself, over Ai, that he assumed Miwa would be the same. Either way, that doesn’t seem to be true. She looks upset, still, but in a different way. She’s… concerned.
"…Fujikawa… -san…”
Slowly, he lowers his hand from his mouth, lowering his eyes to the floor and away from Miwa. On the one hand… on the one hand, he cares about her a lot. He hit somebody for her, after all, and… he still trusts her. After everything that’s happened, after the people he’s lost, after half of the students he met on the first day died, he still… he still trusts her. But… is it really the best idea to let himself get any closer?
As it is now… if Miwa died, he would be devastated. Despite everything that happened the other day, she’s his friend… perhaps the closest he has, and if he lost her… he wouldn’t know what to do. And if she feels the same way, then he wants to spare her from that hurt in return if he dies, too. But… at the same time, his conversation with Banri (it feels like forever ago, now) flashes to the forefront of his mind, and he knows that keeping things bottled up… that’s a recipe for disaster.
No, he should tell somebody. And Miwa’s here for him, like she’s always been. So… so why not, right?
"….I… I don’t really know, Fujikawa-san." he says after a long moment, looking back up at her with a weak smile. "But… if you want to talk for a bit, then… can we get away from here first, if that’s okay…? I never thought I’d be saying this, but…I don’t really want to look outside any more, right now."
Well, he didn't seem to hate her. That was a start. But still, there was something wrong. Not that it was shocking that he'd be upset right now. On top of the death and turmoil between the living, there was a devastating view of the outside world.
"Yeah, that's fine. I get it."
Miwa motioned toward the staircase as she approached it yet again. So much for hoping that there was an escape from here. All of the prison was now exposed and there was seemingly no way out. But...what could they even escape to? There was nothing out there for them, and no one who could help. It all weighed pretty heavily on her, but no matter how badly she wanted to cry it couldn't happen. The last time she was close to giving up, Junpei was there for her as support. The least she could do for him now was return the favor.
"...Sorry about yesterday."
The words slipped out quietly as she started to descend the staircase. It was best to get that out of the way before anything else, right? Trying her best not to frown, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"A-And thank you. You kinda risked a lot trying to stop a fake murder plan. There wasn't really any way you could have known, so..."
[Free Time] || The Tower || [OPEN]
As always — as usual, even — sleep comes difficult the night after the trial. The execution this time hadn’t been particularly graphic, but the picture of Ai’s face that drifted out of the wings after everything was over… she had looked scared, and that’s what had haunted the front of his mind as he tried to get any small scrap of rest.
…Had Ai really thought dying was just as valid of an escape? It didn’t add up… she had hidden the bag with Etsuko’s clothes in it in a place she thought it wouldn’t have been found, she had run the risk of them not figuring it out with the complicated scheme, and… and that face, in the picture… It hadn’t been the face of someone prepared to die. At least, not like that.
But… then again, it’s hard making anything add up in his head right now, with how many thoughts are swirling around on top of each other up there. He had trusted Banri, and… Banri had killed someone, overwhelmed by his own demons. He had trusted Ai, and Ai had killed someone, ostensibly in the name of protecting everybody. Next time— next time, will it be someone he trusts, again? Or… or even worse… what if, by some awful, unbelievable circumstance… what if he ends up hurting someone that trusts him?
For a moment, as they all silently ascend the stairs, their number halved from the start their confinement, Junpei thinks he understands a little — just a tiny, tiny scrap — of what Oten must have been feeling.
As the next floor (the final floor) comes into view and bathes them all in light, however… there’s suddenly no room to think about anything else.
Windows… there are really, really windows! It’s been so long since he saw the outside world that he had almost forgotten that there was one beyond the prison, and before he can stop himself he’s walking over to the window, pressing a hand against the transparant barrier and drinking in the view like it’ll disappear if he doesn’t get it all at once. It’s not much of a view, though… there’s the yard, and an unfamiliar area beyond that… it looks abandoned. It doesn’t even look guarded. And… and there’s definitely nobody breaking down the doors to try and rescue them, either.
"…What happened…?"
It’s with those two words that he comes to a realization, and fear grips tight around his heart. If… if something did happen, then… Manami, Sachiko, Yuki, Chiyo—
He turns away from the window, leaning back against it as if hoping he’ll fall through somehow, and covers his mouth with a shaking hand. If something happened… who knows if they’re okay? If this is happening in here, what’s happening out there…?!
"I…I have to get out of here…" he mumbles against his hand, almost unaware of someone approaching until it’s too late. Blue eyes fixate on them, wide and wary and… lost, and he keeps quiet, waiting for them to speak.
Miwa didn't exactly get any sleep that night. She knew Ai was a catty jerk, but there was no predicting she would be a murderer. The shock wasn't even because of the outcome of the trial at this point. It was from Ai's final words.
"Believe it or not... I liked being around the lot of you. Arguing with Miwa... Spending time with Junpei... Teaching Etsu-chi to draw... and N.. Nabiki...It was all... kind of fun, and also totally annoying..."
That really wasn't something she had expected to hear. And it made her feel terrible for misjudging the girl. She may have been rude to Miwa, but she was no where near a bad person -- if you ignore her murdering Oten and framing everyone else for it.
Ai was probably a better friend than Miwa could ever hope to be. Especially after how she treated Junpei. She treated him like crap, why? Because he was trying to save her life?
"...Shit."
As the announcement sounded, she rose from her bed and got ready for whatever that bear had in store for them. After that was over with, she would formally apologize to the diver for how stupid she had been.
The group made their way upstairs and took a good look at the new floor. It was...a single room? A single room with windows? Without another thought, Miwa ran to the window and pressed her hands against the glass, or, whatever it was. The outdoors were almost relieving for a moment. Almost.
Where were they? None of this looked familiar at all! The run-down fields and buildings were completely foreign to her. Not only that, but it didn't seem as if there was anyone around to find them.
She had planned to apologize, but looking over at Junpei now, he looked like he had a lot more than just yesterday on his mind. She slowly approached him, sadness and confusion visible on her face.
"N-Nakagawa-kun, hey, are you going to be alright?"
[Open] Kingpin
Miwa was quick to play the blame game, to which Etsuko was quite surprised to hear when she names a supposed culprit.
"N-Nakagawa-kun…?" The diver sure took a dive this time… in morality.
If it were true. But at the moment, Etsuko had no reason to doubt Miwa — or anyone. She needed to rely everyone else’s eyes, ears and memories to make up for her just waking up now.
"But, I’m not hurt… Are you? D-Did you see anything else?" and — "Are you sure?"
After finally speaking of what she witness, a bit of a weight lifted off of her. But, even this, she was still fired up.
"I'm sure! I ran away, and he even chased me! Thankfully I made it to my cell, so I'm fine. Liar Liar Speedo on Fire is a tricky one, making himself look like the good guy this entire time..."
There was a tinge of sadness as she finished that last statement, but her expression didn't falter.
"So this will be easy! No long trial necessary!"
[Open] Kingpin
Sick to her stomach; from both the illness that was injected into their lives and the situation itself. Pestilence, a part of the four horsemen, was truly a devastation. But she’d never considered it to be devastating enough to push someone to murder. The ultimate sin of reaping another’s life, to think it was one of their own was… unbearable.
So why did she still stand in this room? Perhaps guilt for providing false promises in their prior conversation, perhaps it was a personal fondness for the victim, whichever it was it glued her feet to the floor and her hands together in prayer.
…A mumble breaks her from this trance, and as she opens her eyes the image of one Super High-School Level Bowler becomes clear.
"Fujikawa-san?" She says softly, noting the dark expression on her face. Hesitation to go further laced her lips, she simply watches the other for a response with curiosity across her features.
"Sister Reiki."
How the nun had gotten involved, Miwa had no idea. In fact, this entire room was strange. Still, she knew what she saw.
"I hope you didn't get hurt, are you alright? If you were attacked I know just who you should blame."
A part of her didn't want to rat out a friend, but at the same time he was no friend at all! Friends didn't lie to one another to get the upper hand!
"It was Nakagawa. I saw him strike Kouei-kun over the head with a baseball bat in the solitary confinement room at about 11."
[Open] Kingpin
She should have known better than to trust anyone's word around here. That was her fault. As Miwa took in the sight of Oten and the pink baseball bat beside him, she wanted to vomit. Maybe because she felt a bit ill still...or maybe because she knew exactly who did this.
'I'm going to try to get as many people out as I can!' he said! 'Whatever it takes to keep everyone safe!' he said! Her hands balled into fists at her sides. She was angry...but also hurt.
Nothing could explain what she saw just an hour ago. He's probably only upset because he knows that she saw him....she saw him kill Oten. Yes, she was a witness! And she would tell everyone exactly what she saw, which in the end would mean his life.
Did...she really want him to die? He may have gone back on his word, but-
No! Her testimony wouldn't be what buried him, it was his own actions! Watery eyes looked down at Oten's body. It was strange to see him look so calm, especially after how he'd been acting lately.
"Don't worry, Kouei-kun. We've already found justice."
[Free Time] Scratch
All the other times they’ve hung out or went somewhere together, Miwa’s been very talkative and upbeat. It was part of the reason Junpei enjoyed her company, even after they found out about their similar secrets. Today, though, the bowler is quiet as she walks ahead of him, and it only confirms his thoughts from before — she’s definitely not in the best shape. Just like the rest of them… he wants to say something, to try and make her feel better, but he can’t think of anything — he can’t even cheer himself up, so how could he try to cheer up Miwa? So they walk in silence a while longer.
Junpei doesn’t notice when she first wipes her sleeve across her face. He looks up when he hears her sniff, the sound his first warning that something’s wrong. When Miwa stops dead in her tracks and begins to cry, hard and harsh and tired, he stops too.
"F-Fujikawa-san…"
Just seeing her like that makes his own eyes prickle with tears, but he presses them tight shut, blinking them back as much as possible. It would be selfish to cry just because Miwa’s upset — that’s not what she needs right now, not what he needs to be doing. Before the last murder… he’d talked out all of his worries to Miwa in the interrogation room, and she had taken that burden on her shoulders without a second thought, even reassured him that it was okay to talk about. Even if that wasn’t true, though… Miwa is one of the people he cares about the most in here. He would want to help her anyway —
…But how?
He stands, helplessly, until she speaks again. She sounds… almost broken, and even scarier is the fact that he understands the sentiment. That alone, though, is enough to shock him back into reality. They’re all… getting used to this, aren’t they? They’re losing faith in the fact that they’ll get out, and… and that can’t happen, or they never will. Somehow, that’s something he knows for sure.
Steeling himself and blinking back more tears that try to escape, he approaches Miwa and puts his hands on her shoulders, awkwardly. It doesn’t feel like enough, though. After a hesitant moment, Junpei takes a deep breath and pulls Miwa into a hug instead, putting his arms around her to hold the shorter girl close to him. It’s loose enough that she can pull away if she wants to, but… this is the best way he knows to make someone feel secure.
"I… know how you feel, Fujikawa-san. I want all this to be over already, too… But I still… I still want as many of us as possible to get out. There’s got to be a way, so… we have to keep going, okay? I’m— this is wearing me down, too, but… even if I can’t do much, I promise I’ll do whatever I can — whatever it takes to keep everyone safe, as well as I can! So… so try not to cry any more, okay?”
Her surroundings were sort of a blur...whether it was because of her tears or her clouded thoughts, she didn't really know. Her distorted focus was fixated on her doubts of survival now. They would never make it out. There was just no way. Actually, there was a way.
A way that only permitted one person to leave.
The fact that it was their only option was completely heartbreaking. Everyone knew it was the only way, right? Were they all playing house because they were waiting to attempt freedom? Or was all hope lost like she had thought? At this point, Miwa wasn't sure which one was worse.
Just before she could carry on that thought, she felt arms wrap around her. Though tears were still falling, a smile presented itself on her face. The hug was the real first reminder of home since she got here. She returned the favor and clung to Junpei as if it was the last hug she'd ever receive. After all, it very well could be. Small sniffles escaped her as she buried her face against his shirt.
"Thanks."
If there was one thing Miwa had learned from bowling, it was that windows of opportunity were always opening and closing. A gutter ball doesn't mean you can't pick up a spare, and splits aren't impossible. She just had to breathe and get that focus back. Her crying had calmed before she pulled out of the hug.
"I think...just because we don't have the opportunity right now doesn't mean it's useless."
A wave of embarrassment crashed over her, her cheeks turning pink as she noticed makeup stains on the diver's nice, white shirt. All of this crying over a moment of pessimism! Her hands worked quickly to wipe tears and mascara off of her cheeks, letting out a nervous laugh meanwhile.
"I'll do whatever I can, too! We'll watch each other's backs until we know what's going on...because it's all we can do."
[Free Time] Scratch
Misaki walked beside Miwa as they made their way across the hall to the Monoshoppe. She could tell that she was likely as gloomy as she looked, if not more. The bowler always seemed to stay optimistic about these situations, but it looked like everything that happened wore her down. No one could blame her for that… It had an effect on everyone. At least she was doing her best to stay a little cheery.
"Maybe there will be board games or something…" she added, trying to help brighten the situation at least a little bit. She did her best to try and give a little smile back to her before opening the door to the room.
The Monoshoppe was filled to the brim with seemingly useless nick-knacks and little candies. It was a lot more on the eyes than the other rooms she had found herself in. The machine gun near the door definitely killed whatever mood could have been made there.
"It’s definitely a lot more colorful in here."
This was...the Monoshoppe? It didn't fit in with the rest of the prison at all! Lots of color, lots of stuff probably never allowed in a prison... It helped her mood quite a bit. A room that wasn't closing in on her for once alleviated the stress -- not totally, but enough for her to wear a small smile.
"Woah, they even have candy in here. Better than eating the same old stuff, I guess."
Miwa approached the counter and took a closer look at what it had to offer. Some stuff seemed fun, like playing cards or chocolates! But other stuff such as swords and daggers...not so much. She reached into her pocket and took out a monocoin, dropping it into the slot. Hopefully that would be enough, seeing as they had lots of snacks she wanted to hold onto these coins for as long as she could.
"Nothing to make an escape route out of here, it seems. But they have board games like you said! MONOpoly, Bearship...you name it!"
Miwa picked up a box that said "TWISTER" on it and looked it over. Yep, it was exactly what it said...except.... the colors were just different shades of grey and red.
There was really no fun allowed, was there?
[Open] Spinning Sickness
Sure, they obviously weren’t on the best of terms, but Miwa was totally losing her marbles. It would be kinda sad if it weren’t so… well… Creepy. Ai crossed her arms and hesitantly made her way over to the crying girl. She looked away trying to think of what Junpei would want Ai to say to her… Something comforting? Friendly? Ahh…
"Hey, Fujikawa…? Ah…" Shit this was hard. Snarky comebacks were all Ai had for this girl, and now she was trying to be… her friend. Eugh.. It was sickening, but it was necessary, right? No need to have more crazy people running around here. "I agree it is pretty stupid, but ah… Well, throwing a tantrum isn’t gonna help, ya know?"
NO, AI SENZAKI. THAT IS THE WRONG WAY TO START. STOP NOW. ABORT.
"Look, uh… If you need to get any frustration out you can throw it my way or something, I guess. I can take whatever you can dish."
Do it for Junpei, Ai. Do it for Junpei.
Well look what the disease-ridden cat dragged in. If it wasn't her best friend, Ai Senzaki.
Miwa looked at the delivery girl dully, rubbing her throat in order to ease the pain. Now she wanted to be pals? She didn't need her pity, because that's what this was! She held her tears back and crossed her arms uncomfortably in front of her aching chest.
"Appreciate it, but n-not necessary. I don't know why you're Satan one minute and a guardian angel the next, but I have enough to worry about. You do too."
If Ai was going to have highs and lows like a damned roller coaster, Miwa wasn't going to have any of it. But, if she were to be friendly and remain that way...she had no reason to be such a grump. After a moment of thought the bowler looked to the side.
"If you're gonna play nice, alright. But don't just feel sorry for me now and then go back to your old self later."