KON.

[awol]

i'm spoonless in mobile hell.

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wknd 0, saturday

[awol]

[ someone is trying to make like a weird milk coffee concoction inside of a sad macaroni cup at fuck o'clock and it just really isn't working.

the waves of frustration are palpable.

man where's zhanlu. this is exactly why he has a butler. ]

[refate]

[ oh no. take pity on this poor man, to be honest.

kon watches for a moment, before he comes over, wide the fuck awake also. ]

Alright. I can't watch this. You need some help?

[awol]

[ glancing at him bc this man looks so severe even in a bright pink jumpsuit and astronaut crocs.

he takes a petulant sip of the mug and does not make a face. ]

It tastes like shit water. It's just instant milk.

[ aka: how do you even help this ]

wk 0, tuesday

[refate]

[ time for the planetarium... how hilarious. when lin jingheng decides to come scrutinize things in here, kon and yoru are already present. kon's currently fiddling with a telescope, a frown on his face as the fiery depths of hell cast a terrible light from the viewing room.

yoru is laying on his back, staring up at the projected cosmos and constellations with childish glee. ]

[awol]

[ oh it's a baby and a babier baby. jingheng has been here already, but it's about as close to stars as he can get here, even if they aren't real. he actually doesn't see kon until he has suddenly turned on the projection system, revealing a spray of soft starlight and sending it scattering across the room. ]

Still no stars out there?

[refate]

[ stars! everywhere! the babier baby is preoccupied once the projection is on the ceiling, and it's for the best. the adult and the adultier adult are talking now. ]

No. And nothing in here is familiar to me at all. Probably the same for you? [ the planets on display, the various patterns left behind by the projector. ]

w0, saturday

[awol]

[ in the computer lab, lin jingheng is "pspspspsps"-ing with some coffee in take out cups and a paper bag that has like a couple of donuts in it from donkin dunnts (i will never remember the name). carbs for all the fucking brain shit we did at trial. anyways.

he looks at kon at whatever computer he's sitting at. ]

You look like you're waiting for the earth to swallow you whole.

[refate]

[ yoru looks up from where he's seated next to kon, waving at lin jingheng as the teen hunches further into the desk. table. whatever the computers are on. his cheek is on the keyboard and he is, in fact, begging the earth to swallow him whole.

the computer is on 7% for rebooting. ]

That would be preferable to all of the bullshit we just went through.

[awol]

[ hello little yoru. jingheng glances at baby and gives him a nod before sitting on the edge of the desk. he puts down one of the cups by kon's nearest hand. he glances at the slowly loading computer and winces internally. he is no stranger to witnessing this kind of behavior. ]

Are you torturing yourself more with these decrepit machines?

[ opening the bag, gesturing to the screen. ]

wk 1, tuesday

[refate]

[ did you want to check out the costume closet with your son? congratulations, you could be a sexy military commander - even sexier than you already are now! ]

I get this is Hell, but is this really entertaining to someone out there? [ holding up the sleeve of something as he looks around, kind of exasperated. ]

waddles in sleepily

[awol]

[ congrats we are in the costume closet and lin is holding up a whole like outfit with booty shorts and everything that says "sexy cowboy" on the label. it has a cute little hat and everything, but the hat is the only thing he steals, instead putting it on kon's head. here you go. ]

To the demons maybe?

What are you looking for?

wk 1, saturday

[refate]

[ kon is getting some snacks at the movie theater's concession stand, seeming to have brought some of the popcorn from the carnival with him to balance out the popcorn here.

there is a slow stream of smoke coming from the kiseru in his mouth as he mixes the two, and a distinct weed smell coming from said smoke. yoru is not here at the moment.

hi dad. ] Looking for a break, too?

[awol]

[ his children and his boyfriend are stoners. sighs. anyways.

he comes over, hands in his pockets, and glances at the stand before looking back at a kon. ]

Yeah.

You mind?

[ may i? but like. less polite. im sorry........ ]

wk 2, saturday

[refate]

[ there's the angry chop chop chop of a knife on a cutting board coming from the applebapple kitchen at the moment - no signage saying that he's there, like he did previously last week, but obvious activity.

yoru is sitting on the counter, but his eyes are closed and it seems like he's in rest mode again. like kon didn't want him to see him in this state.

he's flying through dicing an onion right now, jaw tight. ]

[awol]

[ i hate this the applebapple. he's here following the sound of aggressive chopping because there are only a few people he knows who cook with enough bravery to wield a knife that aggressively and like. two of them are people he likes so.

he pauses in the doorway knocking at the threshold. ]

wk 2, sunday

[refate]

[ outside of the college building, more out of the way from where foot traffic may go, there is the telltale sound of glass shattering against something. there's a beat, which could be concerning - if not for the fact there's another, similar sound. it continues.

the crystal explosion of something made of glass. silence. again. ]

[awol]

Hey.

[ surprise. a bitch is here. and he's folding his arms unhappily. ]

Just because there's an explosion... doesn't mean your form isn't poor.

w3, mon or tues backdated!

[awol]

[ welcome to hell welcome to hell i'm beating you to this because i finally have the spoons but in any case lin jingheng is truly trying to dodge people after being in a handful of these pain in the ass memories. unfortunately for him, he and kon run into each other and hell just decides to dunk them right then and there into mystery science theatre 69420...

the film begins.

and lin jingheng lights a cigarette. ]

[refate]

[ our spoons... kon has been trying to do the same, half because of his memories and half because jesus christ, his body is a bruise from the falls. he also doesn't want people to have to lay their souls bare against their will, as hell so demands of them.

propped on his elbows, his brow furrows as he watches this memory. it doesn't take him much to understand what's going on, whether it be the sister or the science jargon or the ecopod situation. what's sustaining lin jingheng in this memory. what state he's in.

though, the very end - the lie - makes him snort dryly. ]

w3, thursday because FUCK!!!!!

[awol]

[ WHERE IS MY SON! WHERE IS HE! WHERE IS MY SON AND MY GRANDSON RIGHT THIS MINUTE! lin jingheng is basically just gonna walk right the fuck in to wherever he is and sit himself down next to him. ]

[refate]

[ EHEHEHEHEHE

kon is sitting in the dorm common room at the moment, actually, with yoru clinging to his side like a barnacle. he glances up when lin jingheng comes in, and doesn't tell him to go away when he sits - but dad will notice that his temperature is extremely high, like radiating feverishly off him. ]

w4, monday

[awol]

[ man it's been a really fucking weird day, so here are kon and ljh at the newest bar having a drink, doing their deeds for science...

lin jingheng makes a face at his drink, like maybe he's sucked on a lemon :x mrrrrgh. after a beat: ]

How's your arm?

[refate]

[ he doesn't mind doing this science, as long as it doesn't, you know. kill them. he crinkles his nose at his drink but not in a bad way. ]

Shoulder hurts still. But I was thinking about asking someone for help to disconnect the joint so I could give the skeleton arm to Harrow.

[ sips ]

wk 5, monday

[refate]

[ into the forest biome we go... they can go try drinks and ice cream after their walkies, which they both probably need. the illusion of fresh air, and all that.

yoru is currently not here, probably with one of his adoring fans, because he is uh. definitely not made for a hike. ]

Can't wait for us to have to hike through here looking for evidence on Saturday. [ dryly ]

[awol]

Big mood.

[ ... what?


lin jingheng coughs a little bit and just. walks a little faster. ]

... It's going to suck.