[ molly can be found bumming around the beach, sitting out with some cards spread out in front of himself, but he'll collect them up when he sees someone approaching - shuffling the deck in his hands. ]
[ah the time honored tradition of the weekend `void`. shadow milk is hanging out somewhere to get the hell away from all these people... he is something of an overstimulated cat at the moment, and he'd really rather not go back to the lounge yet. so! spending some time vibing instead. the eye markings in his hair are all closed, even.
well, at least at first. they blink wide open all at once as he notices he's not alone.]
What a day, huh? Kind of a shame she left the ending of it so... dull.
he's back and forth between looking at clothes (finding new clown-ass fits) and checking out the stalls, this can be either of those.]
Working on those plans already?
[there aren't words currently visible on him, but it is assuredly not because this cookie lacks in sins... it's just that the effect manifests right now as a marking instead. the one that's always over his right eye is duplicated on his forehead.]
[ yeah funnily enough, molly is also experiencing it as a marking instead. all the red eyes dotted around his body are glowing - which also reveals the location of the secret 9th one that wasn't visible in strip check, on the back of his head. ]
What plans in particular? I've got irons in the fire.
[ hello hello. Welcome to my week 2 prompt. Molly is just in the workshop making some bullllllllshit. Seriously, it seems like it might literally be nothing but modern art, from someone who wanted to play with fiery power tools. should someone who's newly lacking some depth perception be doing this. ]
[he probably shouldn't, but then again, shadow milk shouldn't be perching on a workshop table while anyone is diy-ing in here. we SCORN osha. somebody report this production.]
Ahh, a statement piece! Allow me to guess: the artist's statement is one of rebellion, a bold stance against those who would insist you'll put your other eye out? Trés avant-garde.
[he'll be around in the void once they've got columbina off to get clinic'd. god. what a DAY. she's already tried to die on them once, all of them need to get their shit together and cease being JUICED.]
Messier than anticipated, which is really saying something, considering all of the guts!
[parts of that-- they definitely make him bristle. the accusation of lying to oneself. asking to understand. he's heard those before, and it seems it's not much better in someone else's memory.
the widened eyes in his hair, pupils narrowed more than usual, are a giveaway despite his apparent composed curiosity.]
Yowza. Sounds like they're pretty terrible company!
[hi. he's in the manor, on his way somewhere in a foul mood that would be obvious even without emotionshare... he is also freshly de-muppeted so he seems somewhat rumpled, brushing himself off, adjusting the fabric of his clothes.
[ he's been spending all day trying all the different spas. treating this place like an onsen town. going to all the different hot springs and rotating through them. ]
W0 - SUNDAY
Readings are only 5 coppers, if you want one.
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[he will take any excuse to sit down, god, he hates walking on this SAND!! flopping down with very exhausted-vacationer energy.]
I'll admit, I'm a little curious what they'd say when I'm not the one holding the cards!
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w0 saturday
well, at least at first. they blink wide open all at once as he notices he's not alone.]
What a day, huh? Kind of a shame she left the ending of it so... dull.
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Think she has a lot of questions to answer, and I doubt we're going to get any satisfying ones.
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w1, monday
he's back and forth between looking at clothes (finding new clown-ass fits) and checking out the stalls, this can be either of those.]
Working on those plans already?
[there aren't words currently visible on him, but it is assuredly not because this cookie lacks in sins... it's just that the effect manifests right now as a marking instead. the one that's always over his right eye is duplicated on his forehead.]
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What plans in particular? I've got irons in the fire.
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w1 friday
How're things in the ol' noggin? A little more normal?
[or is he going to be accused of grandpa again.]
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doing something stupid like trying to sew up a large cut on his chest by himself. why. ]
Hey, barely hit my head.
[ HIS HEAD IS VERY OBVIOUSLY HIT. ]
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W2 - MONDAY
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Ahh, a statement piece! Allow me to guess: the artist's statement is one of rebellion, a bold stance against those who would insist you'll put your other eye out? Trés avant-garde.
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w2, saturday
Messier than anticipated, which is really saying something, considering all of the guts!
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Seems like there'd be less messy solutions.
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W3 - MONDAY
here ya go ]
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the widened eyes in his hair, pupils narrowed more than usual, are a giveaway despite his apparent composed curiosity.]
Yowza. Sounds like they're pretty terrible company!
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W3 - SATURDAY
anyway, molly can be found drinking heavily in the titty typhoon. yay! haha! yay. ]
Fuck.
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[full agreement there, that about fucking sums it up!
he's grabbed something not too alcoholic and easy to down, he really is not much of a drinker, but damned if he doesn't feel like he could use it.]
What was all of that?!
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w4 tues
oh, they think they're so funny...]
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[ beaten and left for twink too. ]
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W4 - FRIDAY
Two this time.
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[who juiced their damn LIME!!]
Ugh. It's gonna be a looong day.
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W4 - SATURDAY
Explain the gun.
[ we have other discussions. but this first. ]
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[shrugs, waving a hand.]
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W6 - MONDAY
Lively around here again!
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[he's his usual shape again at the moment, still hovering a few feet off the ground. god it's nice to not WALK.]
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W6 - WEDNESDAY
Think about what you're going to do next?
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[it's complicated, especially without knowing just how things are going to shake out.]
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W7 - SATURDAY
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[he's spent two months in this weird-ass FLESH PRISON let him be fucking crispy.]
...but I think it'll still depend on how it all shakes out, in the end.
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