[ a bonfire, neat. and by neat we mean something to stare at and dissociate into. lin jingheng is just sat writing in a small notebook by a fire, though when he takes a pause to just sort of let his mind drift, his gel pen tapping at the page idly.
when he does see him, he glances over and raises a brow. ]
Court proceedings in Hell. They really are trying to torture the shit out of us.
[There is something so funny about this grim man just taking notes with a gel pen in hell.
What a mood though! He's just kind of vibing himself, not bothering to write anything out or organize his thoughts or feelings since they can basically be summed up with "literally I hate this whole island". HE REALLY DOES.]
They did make that abundantly clear, but I'm impressed with the lengths they're apparently ready to go to. I would say that's a contender for the longest nine hours of my life.
No doubt that it'll only be a matter of time before someone acts out of fear or desperation, or even just because they feel like they won't have anything to lose by doing so.
[And then with ALL THE FEELING IN HIS LITTLE FAKE CHEST:]
I'll personally kill whoever makes us go through another nine hours of trial, though.
[EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH... And as much as he like, Doesn't want to get involved in any of this, he also wants to know what's going on out there. SO. He'll be hunting Lin Jingheng down sooner or later, approaching without any sense of delicacy over a matter that may or may not require it. It's fine.]
[ RUNS TO MY STINKY BOY. regardless, lin doesn't care about delicacy or tiptoeing around. he's sat stationary somewhere with a cup of tea balanced on his knee and his emotional support harpoon gun with him. ]
A rigged game.
We were on a ship in space, and a voice told us we were doing some... "team-building exercise."
[Emotional support harpoon gun is such a sentence to read...
Scaramouche will move to perch on whatever perchable surface is nearby, settling in for STORY TIME.]
I could tell that much. You look like you've seen better days. [Rigged game, though, huh. Sounds a lot like CARNIVALS.] I'm taking it the team-building didn't go well.
Three minutes? [HELP. Honestly that doesn't sound too bad in that it's better than NINE WHOLE HOURS OF HELL, but judging by how banged up these guys are... Maybe not.]
Would anything have happened if you didn't solve it by then?
Nanite technology? [The way Sumeru probably has this in some form by a different name or something lord jesus.] Humans do heal slowly, though. How long do you think a bullet wound would take? A month?
[HE GENUINELY HAS NO IDEA. Hilarious. Also good question! He doesn't want to talk about it! So he just steals a page from Eto's book and shrugs.]
[THEY'RE (rolls dice) NEAR THE ONSEN APPARENTLY. Scaramouche vanished shortly after the wildness of the day earlier what with the BOATS and the CHAOS, and he'd had a general plan to continue staying sparse.
Unfortunately, he spots this fool before he can actually get to the onsen and he finds himself veering away from his intended course and OVER TO JUST. GIVE HIM A HUG. HELP. That is exactly what he'll do if he's not stopped, he just gives this man a hug, looking like he bit into a sour lemon about it.]
[ bruh oh help. sometimes you're minding your business to go for a soak and are suddenly attacked by a small moose. lin jingheng's arms hover outwards immediately and he looks so confused— ]
The hell's this for?
[ sweaty inside........ everyone is acting so weird this week (himself included).
[HE'S REMEMBERING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU PATTERS. He seems to be stuck in this hug against his will, that is the impression he's very clearly giving off. Despite his general agitation, he still doesn't move... He accepts these pats. This is his life now.]
[ they really did. lin jingheng usually doesn't answer to impulse, but god if drinking to the victory and the fire and the black and white paint and his sore shoulder didn't sound amazing.
and now he's here... sighs. ]
No, I think they're just annoying pawns. Just like us.
[ his mouth twitches ]
Whatever, at least I got to blow up some crap today.
[THE WAY THAT SOME PEOPLE ARE OUT HERE GETTING CURSED AND OTHERS ARE JUST DRINKING ABOUT IT.
Anyway, he doesn't actually have any particular disagreements with that first statement, so he just hums. BUT THE SECOND, he's giving Lin Jingheng a bit of a look. Sir. Sir your pyrotechnics.]
[ happy monday it's terrible we're full of insecurities about a nutkin with a bicker account and man it's just been weird.
anyways.
lin jingheng doesn't have any insecurities so this totally doesn't apply to him! he's just vibing here smoking wherever scaramouche happens to be. hey there moose. he just gives him a little mock salute when he glances up from his phone. ]
[i hated everything about this sentence why are things so chaotic it is MONDAY!!!!!
But!! Scaramouche will just nod back before meandering over. He doesn't have his phone with him as per usual, so he probably missed out on like 95% of the chaos that's been happening on Bicker today.]
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W0, SATURDAY
when he does see him, he glances over and raises a brow. ]
Court proceedings in Hell. They really are trying to torture the shit out of us.
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What a mood though! He's just kind of vibing himself, not bothering to write anything out or organize his thoughts or feelings since they can basically be summed up with "literally I hate this whole island". HE REALLY DOES.]
They did make that abundantly clear, but I'm impressed with the lengths they're apparently ready to go to. I would say that's a contender for the longest nine hours of my life.
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And for what, really. To get people riled.
Introducing numbers creates panic...
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[And then with ALL THE FEELING IN HIS LITTLE FAKE CHEST:]
I'll personally kill whoever makes us go through another nine hours of trial, though.
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What did you all do.
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A rigged game.
We were on a ship in space, and a voice told us we were doing some... "team-building exercise."
Went sideways from there.
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Scaramouche will move to perch on whatever perchable surface is nearby, settling in for STORY TIME.]
I could tell that much. You look like you've seen better days. [Rigged game, though, huh. Sounds a lot like CARNIVALS.] I'm taking it the team-building didn't go well.
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Not so much.
Had to solve some kind of bullshit mystery. Felt like trial but we only had 3 minutes instead.
[ he will just nurse his tea and makes a face. this shit sucks. zhanlu wake up and make him tea properly :( ]
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Three minutes? [HELP. Honestly that doesn't sound too bad in that it's better than NINE WHOLE HOURS OF HELL, but judging by how banged up these guys are... Maybe not.]
Would anything have happened if you didn't solve it by then?
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To solve what happened to the USS Hephaestus. That's what they asked of us.
[ he frowns ]
If we didn't, then they would punish the four of us.
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I heard that you were allowed to leave without trouble at the end, so I'm assuming you managed to figure it out.
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[ he hums ]
We solved it. Still didn't feel relevant to any of this.
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[OR A LOT CONSIDERING HE GOT SHOT.]
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[ dryly ]
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[lol. lmao. get it]
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[ he hated that ]
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Hardly as terrible as what you just got back from, surely.
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[ the circumstances sure could have been better, but he's holding his trauma in by the skin of his teeth ayyyy ]
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Is that how you ended up here?
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I was trying to return home.
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[FUCKIN RIP.]
But you did end up here after that, good as new, and you're probably going to have to heal those bullet wounds from scratch.
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I forget how slow healing is otherwise. [ he frowns ]
What about you?
How'd you end up here?
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[HE GENUINELY HAS NO IDEA. Hilarious. Also good question! He doesn't want to talk about it! So he just steals a page from Eto's book and shrugs.]
I made a miscalculation.
w2 weds
Unfortunately, he spots this fool before he can actually get to the onsen and he finds himself veering away from his intended course and OVER TO JUST. GIVE HIM A HUG. HELP. That is exactly what he'll do if he's not stopped, he just gives this man a hug, looking like he bit into a sour lemon about it.]
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The hell's this for?
[ sweaty inside........ everyone is acting so weird this week (himself included).
so he just
pats him gently. it can't be helped. ]
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I'd like to know that, too, trust me.
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This has been going on all day.
Weirdos are in charge of hell.
[ sorry. is now hugging back a bit. you good? bc he's dying on the inside. ]
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You, too? And Chandra... [Someone really just said "fuck these prickly assholes in particular", wow. Good for them.
Scaramouche is feeling a tiny murderous impulse though, perhaps.]
I wonder about that. [...WELL. LIKE--] Those in charge are definitely weird, but I have a feeling this isn't their doing. Not directly.
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and now he's here... sighs. ]
No, I think they're just annoying pawns. Just like us.
[ his mouth twitches ]
Whatever, at least I got to blow up some crap today.
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Anyway, he doesn't actually have any particular disagreements with that first statement, so he just hums. BUT THE SECOND, he's giving Lin Jingheng a bit of a look. Sir. Sir your pyrotechnics.]
Didn't peg you to be as easily satisfied as that.
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And I've been frustrated.
[ ehe? ]
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Hm. A little stress relief? I guess you couldn't be faulted for that. Are you a fan of pyrotechnics, then?
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Then I took an early exit because I didn't like how the Union ran the show.
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That's about all you can do when you're stuck in a circus with a bunch of idiots and an even bigger one at the helm.
[He will also finally disengage from the hug
only to reach for his hand to hold that instead girl help]
w4, monday
anyways.
lin jingheng doesn't have any insecurities so this totally doesn't apply to him! he's just vibing here smoking wherever scaramouche happens to be. hey there moose. he just gives him a little mock salute when he glances up from his phone. ]
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But!! Scaramouche will just nod back before meandering over. He doesn't have his phone with him as per usual, so he probably missed out on like 95% of the chaos that's been happening on Bicker today.]
Anything entertaining happening?
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Definitely not. The usual.
[ raises brow ]
People are just offended a rat has a profile. Wonder if the demons did it just for kicks.
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The one that that Archangel hates, right? What a strange creature. I have no idea why they'd waste their time with that, but who can say, I guess.