[closed] we can't go on together

[aluminumandash]

CHARACTERS: Rust, Kaji, Lakshmi, Darlene, and Juno (also starring Misato as lookout)
WHERE: The Red Coast ( Barracks )
WHEN: Late day :036, after the departure of Rhan and her compatriots.
SUMMARY: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (rooting through some people's stuff)
WARNINGS: EGREGIOUS DISREGARD FOR ETIQUETTE, ingratitude, Rhan's sex toy collection, Kaji

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[aluminumandash]

[ Rust endures eye contact, squares his shoulders about halfway through Kaji's performance. Impatience building glacially, almost imperceptible. He says, flat: ] The blue. [ His gaze shifting to the scarf as Kaji lays it down.

He puts the necklace back among the scattering of personal possessions, but absent a pattern they hold no particular interest for him. He moves to the next bunk, the bed fastidiously made. A wood box underneath—Rust taps it before opening it up. ] Lyr keeps a book—a record of dead hosts. I saw it the night Lavellan died. [ His memory of that night's unreliable but vivid, as though lit in flashes of lightning. ]

[ryohji]

[ the blue. blue, blue brings to mind the salt of ocean water, among every taste and smell people associate with the briny deep. he rewinds the conversation and still can't figure how 'blue' could supplant the unspoken question raised. maybe it's a joke, though rust is certainly not the type. and since kaji's missing it, he can only guess lakshmi is the the starring butt somehow. ]

Is that the case. [ there's not surprise in him. anticipation, maybe. ] Anything else he notes down in that journal of his? Otherwise - you might not know this yet, and I'm sorry to break this to you, but some people are just preoccupied with death.

[ the records they keep, the stolen goods, all this makes kaji feel as though he's a subject of experimentation. data collection. memories, of children standing naked, the most conceptual contours of their psyche quantified for curious eyes. simplified in graphs and numbers.

rhan's closet is astonishingly small. every inch of it has been put for good use, the clothes packed like sardines so that the colors blur. with the manner of someone leafing through a filecabinet, kaji begins the task of seeking where one item ends and another begins. it doesn't take long before a thumb settles on a clamp hanger, apprehended. ]

Moonlighting? [ it takes more effort than it ought to, but he manages to free the pants from the clutches of disorganization. the cuffs roll smooth to the floor, wrinkles apparent. ] Would you look at this...