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[sparedpart]

domi

"i think..." she replies, leaning back to look at the pool with her eyes shaded. "i probably shouldn't make a comment on what looks good?" she gives a shake of her head, sipping on the drink. "we installed that new starlight pack for the lawn, but i've had to turn it off because it was too bright and i couldn't go to sleep." domi giggles and shrugs. "what renovations are you looking at?"

“ah, but i trust your vision.” it’s not like wonshik should comment either, on what’s a good choice and what isn’t. he lacks the sense of taste people grow up with around here, cultivated in children from an early age: by parents taking them to art galleries, to see the theater and opera, by discussions about the colour of the drapes over dinner. where wonshik grew up, they were lucky to have drapes at all, and his mother had sewn them from scrap fabrics, stitches handmade and tight. now that they can all afford better, the remains are thrown over the back of his couch. they're turned into a blanket an acquaintance had called charming at a party, the sort of compliment that really isn’t one.

he sits down, makes himself comfortable in the chair once again. the glass makes a satisfying clink against the stone of the patio when he sets it down next to him. it’s nice, this backyard of his, even if the rose bush in his direct life of vision could probably use some loving attention. it’s the sort of place he used to shoot at as a teen, on set to play someone comfortable and careless about it.

“it’s not got a dimmer? that’s just bad product design.” he hadn’t caught a glimpse of it; his bedroom window faces out the other side and he hadn’t been looking either. “i’d contact customer support, see if they can do something about it. i’ve heard those things are pretty, it seems like a waste to just leave it off.”

the truth is that he hasn’t looked at renovations so much as pondered them, so wonshik shrugs when she asks, easy. “i’m not sure yet. animal projections, maybe? i was at this thing the other night, the girl had a shark in hers. or, like, full on beach cosmetics.”

[terrascapehq]

> good evening, [user]. you have THREE patch updates waiting to be installed. click REBLOG to download?

LOADING… PANEL UPGRADES [ the new panel upgrade now allows for synchronised customisation between two users. ]

the receiver can create a playlist, moodboard, web weaving, or any other aesthetic that they’d like about their muse’s relationship with the sender, and terra will upload this to their fully customisable shared panel.

LOADING… SECURITY REINFORCEMENT [ terrascape prides itself on security, and all your secrets are safe and confidential with us. ]

write ~3 headcanons about your muse and the sender’s, and terra promises to keep it safe from prying eyes.

LOADING… IMPROVED COMMUNICATIONS [ communications on terra are now faster and better than before. ]

send ✉️ for the last text the receiver sent to the sender,  💌 for a heartfelt text the receiver sent to the sender,  📨 for a text the receiver sent and couldn’t recall in time to the sender,  📩 for a drunk text the receiver found in their drafts that they haven’t sent to the sender.

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[sparedpart]

live laugh love, starring cha wontaek @psychdeath

he’s been sitting at the bar for the past half hour now, nursing his third glass of pinot. wonshik likes to mingle, but he’s done his part already - he’s caught up with friends, he’s chatted up colleagues. he’s made his rounds; the walk around the exhibition, admiring the art for sale and making idle comments on things he knows nothing about. he’s let the host talk him into donating. and now that all is done, he’s sitting here biding his time, because it’s definitely too early to leave, and the bar, at least, is open.

it doesn’t take long for someone else to approach him, some businesswoman wonshik faintly remembers from a launch party months back. the small talk is boring, but he gets strained smiles and compliments he doesn’t mean nonetheless. then, opportunity presents itself: a familiar face appears next to them, and wonshik gives the woman the sort of distracted look that really is a dismissal in itself, and turns in his seat.

“wontaek, man, it’s good to see you.” he doesn’t remember meeting in person before, but they must’ve; the circle is small, as evidenced by their shared history. wonshik isn’t sure that’s enough cause to strike up conversation, but he’s desperate, and he wouldn’t mind a good distraction. it’s not like wontaek looks particularly busy. “congrats on your relationship. you want a drink?”

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chenhsing

“Nam Wonshik,” he says, aloud. “I am Lee Chenhsing with Terrascape. You called about a power outage in relation to a new installment, if I remembered correctly from our debriefing. Is it okay that I enter?”

“you know,” wonshik says to lee chenhsing when he opens the door and steps aside to let him in, “i keep wondering whether these issues just crop up to keep you busy. you’d think they’d rework the code, with all that’s gone wrong here.”

here’s how it had gone down. wonshik had gotten back home after a night of work and another of drinking. he’d come back to the new floor-to-ceiling aquarium set up, ready to be plugged into the system. when he’d done so, there had been a blessed moment in which everything had worked: the lights were still on, the fish inside the tank starting moving along their projected paths. then, everything had fizzled out around him, the living room shutting itself down.

and now here they are, in wonshik’s dark hallway, without the low whir of his entertainment as a backdrop. wonshik grimances; it’s not as though he’s feeling hungover, but he can recognise a need for sleep to reset his thought patterns. “i had an aquarium installed, and when i plugged it in it fried the power in the room. thought it might be on me, but i double-checked and it’s compatible. so i called in.”

chenhsing probably knows his way around the place at this point, if only because wonshik’s fairly certain he’s been sent a floorplan as part of the briefing. wonshik still takes the lead and, once they’ve arrived, gestures helplessly at the cause of his ire. like everything else in the room, the aquarium is eerily still.

“do you want something to drink while you have a look? coffee? i’ve still got power in the kitchen.” and, truthfully, wonshik needs some himself, especially if this ends up taking a while. there’s also an obvious out for chenhsing in the question: if he doesn’t want wonshik watching over his shoulder, here’s a chance.

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haerin

letting herself in, axel waits by her legs patiently as she closes the door behind them. a tentative cough, a clearing of the throat. ‘hey wonshik, are you down to host a wary sailor?’ a self-deprecating sigh. ‘i have wine.’

wonshik hasn’t been alone in days.

first, there’d been the broadcast, the feeling of an old friend breathing down his neck. wonshik doesn’t want to carry his ghost, but he does: gyu-ok is a steady companion, walking by his side in death and resurrection. and then shared friends had started calling, former coworkers, directors and ex-lovers and journalists, hoping for a quote. he’d born it with as much dignity as he could muster, which was little.

so when he gets back home in the evening he’s grateful for the quiet. but then wonshik, with the benefit of stillness, starts thinking about more than damage control. almost subconsciously, he taps on the screen of his fridge, watches the footage of gyu-ok over and over again. he can feel himself turning obsessive, mapping out the planes of his alien face, trying to make sense of the things coming out of his mouth.

it’s the door closing that has him snapping out of it, shuffling in the doorway, the familiar sound of haerin’s footfalls and the cadence of her voice. bamtori, excited, bounds towards axel. wonshik walks after him into the hallway.

“you know you’re always welcome.” wonshik says it with a smile, but it feels fake even to him. he crouches down, scritches axel behind the ears. anything not to meet haerin’s eyes and have her find him out within moments. from the kitchen, gyu-ok’s still going, garbled words that sound like lying and terrascape only because wonshik’s spent hours scrolling past people’s attempts to interpret them. now, with haerin here, he feels embarrassed for it.

“i’ll go get the glasses. are we sitting inside or out?” on his way back into the kitchen he shuts off the tv display and grabs the pack of cigarettes on the counter, too.

[sparedpart]

start of the season, starring jeong domi @serialeclipse

the hot pink flamingo float is being carried away by the simulated waves in wonshik’s pool. on the crest of them, it dips: the head bops forward, like a nod, before it rights itself. another wave and it turns around, riding it backwards. one more minute, and it’ll be pressed up against the tiles at the far back end. maybe it’ll be carried out onto the edge and get stuck there, and then, predictably, wonshik’s dog will set out to attack it and he’ll have to replace it again. wonshik finds the kind of zen deep inside himself that doesn’t signal calm as much as it does defeat, and doesn’t perform the two-second action on his panel that’d turn off the generator. if bamtori wants to have at it, at least he’ll get some content out of it.

he’s been sitting here, poolside, for most of the afternoon. it’s just hot enough now for him to be comfortable dozing on the lawn chair in shorts and a t-shirt, and so he’d gotten great use out of the opportunity. a few hours in, domi’s head had poked up over their shared hedge and he’d extended an invitation for her to join him. it’s because of this that he now tears his eyes away from certain catastrophe and glances over at the gate he’d had installed next to the apple tree straddling the property line. sure enough, it’s his neighbour. wonshik stretches languidly and forces himself to get up.

“i’ll get you a drink,” he calls out as she makes her way down the path towards his terrace, and disappears through the sliding door to fix them both something appropriate for the season, strawberry-flavoured and alcoholic. when he returns, she’s already waiting. he presses her drink into her hand, condensation cooling the outside of the glass and his fingers in turn. “domi, i’ve been thinking,” he picks up the conversation as though there had been one to begin with, “does the pool’s cosmetic pack look dated to you? i’ve been looking at renovations.” the pool, of course, is a state-of-the-art model that had been popular last season; wonshik is the type of nouveau riche that doesn’t care to follow trends, but who is susceptible to clever advertising.