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EXPERIMENT WITH @etherea CONTINUES FROM LAB ROOM 1

Dottore has always been the type of person to push the boundaries and beyond. Those who subjected themselves to confinement could never hope to achieve anything. But those who pushed and prodded, those who challenged the foundations? They were those who would outshine even the gods themselves. But not all endeavors are worth the challenge. Objectively, denying himself sleep never DID gain him anything over the centuries, but that did not seem to ever deter him from pushing himself to the point of collapse. FORTUNATELY, this time he's in his room rather than slumped over his office desk or the lab tables that would inevitably cause muscle strain and tension that would plague him for the rest of the day.

Why is there music? WHO IS IN HIS ROOM? His initial question is swiftly pushed to a lower priority for the more concerning question. Ordinarily he would be able to identify it without hesitation ; but groggy from disturbed sleep, even the doctor has trouble gathering his thoughts. His eyes snap open as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, swiftly turning to look to the source near him. Ah.

" I am, in large part due to your own efforts. " Dottore responds with a glare that while she may not see, he's certain she has FELT. ( It matters not ; mask on or off her eyes remain closed, but it UNSETTLES and irritates him nonetheless to be without it from actions not of his own accord. Her assessment isn't wrong. She is one of the few more privy to the doctor's schedule and habits.

He exhales, raising a hand to lift across his eyes to rub his temples with his thumb and middle finger. " No. They're not particularly dangerous - at least not in this state. The one in your right hand is bioluminescent materials extracted from a particular species of mushroom in Sumeru. The other - "

A pause interrupts his explaination. " . . . You paid attention to what my other segments were doing? " This question lacks the annoyance from before as he sits more up more fully. " And why, exactly, did you decide waiting in MY room was a good idea? "

#etherea #..i ended up yapping a lot HGJDFG #THIS DOESNT HAVE TO MATCH I JUST CHATTED AWAY #dottore had thoughts #im crying nothing like being woken up by eerie song by your coworker riiiiight next to you with vials #♢ — ❛ he whom ushers in your darkest hour ❜ ( ic )#♢ — ❛ science is the only thing worth my time ❜ ( main verse )

gives miko a dango - ei

❝ Might I say your sweet tooth certainly hasn't changed , even after all this time ❞ , rosy lips offer a generous smile towards her old friend. ❝ but if you think a singular dango makes up for five hundred years , my my Ei , you're souly mistaken ❞ , but it was a start , and even Miko could accept that.

❝ care to take a walk around the shrine with me , if you have time for little ol' me of course ? ❞

#[ yae miko ]#the mystery unravels ; answered #જ⁀➴ verse┊Yae Miko┊nothing lasts forever #etherea

for @etherea, continued from here.

The weather in Nod-Krai never strayed anywhere beyond a few degrees above chilly. Going so far north had come with this steady, but ultimately DRASTIC change in climate; it was a far cry from Natlan's tropical beaches and sun-baked plains.

Aether settled into the soft grass beside her, moist, dark earth beneath his fingertips, the lively buzz of insects and wildlife enveloping his senses. There was something distinctly primal and ancient about this land in particular, an intimate closeness to ANTIQUITY that he couldn't quite put into words. It was the feeling that the divine of the ages predating even the archons themselves were still alive and very much present, steadfast anchors rooted in the very earth they sat upon now.

" Sure. I'm in no rush. " Aether glanced at her, taking in the way she looked so PLAINLY inhuman in the glow of the moonlight; too perfect - her skin like fine marble beneath the ghostly illumination.

" I... wasn't sure if you needed it, but you looked cold. "

#etherea #✦ ✯ ic.

even as a child, warmth was a rare pleasure, associated with safety⸻ the feeling of a community, a home. the void has no such comforts, and there, she does not sleep. but she is not there. instead, she sits, half-slumped over moonsilver table, eyes heavy.

she does not mean to be so informal, or let down her guard; but she is exhausted. one day past, a void rift spit her out covered in blood⸻ her own fault, for not being more cautious and managing her fatigue. she awoke only hours ago. the wounds have disappeared, and no explanation was offered. perhaps she will chalk it up to [ ... ] good luck? does such a thing exist for her?

“ i'm more accustomed to such weather, ” she says, exhaling. columbina's voice is equally soothing, level with the gentle heat seeping into her bones. “ but i wouldn't enjoy an eternal winter. ”

through a lidded gaze, skirk looks up to where the moon maiden sits, glowing softly. “ what do you prefer? ”