[I assume, at some point, both of these extremely tightly wound babies managed maybe an hour of sleep, combined - Lio holed up in the bathroom and Asch perhaps with the so-fought over bed. He's gone early the next morning though, out stalking around the house like a trapped animal who's pacing the edges of its cage. By the time he wanders back into the room, he's lost another suit jacket, this time using it to carry a variety of probably ill-gotten gains.
Just shooting Asch a look, whether he's already there or entering at the same time. ]
[Asch, throwing Lio out the window: this is my fucking bed Also Asch: stalks around the house looking for openings or suspicious shit most of the night
But here he is now, perched on the bed, examining the Stupid Fucking Candles.
The bed, which was slept in for some of the combined hour, has been expertly made again, with clean, military lines and tucks.]
[Setting it on the floor, sitting next to it to start pulling out his gains. A bottle of vodka, boxes of nonperishables . . . pages clearly torn out of books.]
[Well, at some point. He has to return to the room. Maybe to sleep? Or to just lay there, wide awake, considering the absolute fuck up of a situation they're in.]
. . . Did someone explain what has happened to you?
[he is extremely unconcerned about murder, except that it was weird. since he spent most of his night last night prettymuch telling people they were probably going to die, he's not, like, blown away.
Asch is stretched out on top of the bed—shoes off, hair pulled back in a long ponytail, clearly in thought.
Lio's vodka is on the side table, half-empty, a saturated purple rag laying next to it, stained lightly with red. the rag is, on closer inspection, a ripped line of someone's clothing.
at the sound of his roommate's entrance, and then voice, he frowns.]
But whatever. Just going over to recap it, taking it so he can put it back in his hidey-hole. He doesn't touch the bloody rag.
Frankly, Lio is pretty disconcerted by murder. He isn't unused to the idea of death, but most of the deaths he's seen are different - returning to ashes. Not bloody and vomiting in the middle of a room. It isn't how he envisioned himself going.]
The death. [oh and] The fact we seem to know more about animals now, probably related to the fact we were in the library.
[Shoving the vodka back in the closet, but before he does he takes a long look at the bottle. Who knows what the hell is going through his head. Probably nothing? No thoughts zone. Not that Asch can see that.]
I have no idea. Brainwashing? Some experiment while we slept. Others have mentioned [ugh] some sort of supernatural explanation.
[Then he retreats to the couch, sitting down and pulling out his lighter, just flicking it on over and over.]
None of it makes sense. [and as a result, that makes him furious. his best guess is entertainment—that someone with so much power they don't know what to do with it is getting off on this. wouldn't even be the first time.
he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it comes and goes. When Lio does come in, he isn't moving—although his eyes are open, staring into space.]
Lio is. Deeply worried? He's explained to Luna he's not at all familiar with how normal human bodies work, but he's not so dumb as to not realize that Asch came very close to peacing off the face of this earth in a bloody mess there. Coming in, setting a glass of water on the bedside table.
He sits on the edge of the bed, not trying to disturb him, but.]
[WOW I'm so glad Asch's sense of humor is still here. Lio turns behind him - he's . . . dragged a blanket and pillow in here with him. Shoving that right through the bars? Hopefully Asch can actually reach it.]
Mm. You mentioned that.
[If he wants to talk about it or not is a different question.]
[he can! he takes them gratefully with his uno hand, especially the damn pillow, RIP in pieces pillow wheelbarrow, he was really getting attached to that thing.
there's a length of time, as he situates the blanket and the pillow, adding to others, making a.... well, its a fuckin nest at this rate. he wants to not be in pain.
but after he finishes, there's still... silence. it goes on for a long time, long enough to make you wonder if the conversation is done.
then:]
You said you've never killed anyone. Is that right?
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Just shooting Asch a look, whether he's already there or entering at the same time. ]
You're here.
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Also Asch: stalks around the house looking for openings or suspicious shit most of the night
But here he is now, perched on the bed, examining the Stupid Fucking Candles.
The bed, which was slept in for some of the combined hour, has been expertly made again, with clean, military lines and tucks.]
Hmph. For now.
[He eyes the jacket, wrapped around whatever.]
What are you planning on hoarding in here?
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Supplies.
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and shockingly, Asch nods.]
Your first good idea.
Stash them in the closet. The clothes should obscure them a little bit. The liquor can be used for cleaning injuries.
[book? pages???]
What, can you only read one page at a time, or do you just really hate books?
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Lio ignores him, heaving up the cushion on the chaise lounge, putting smaller things under there.]
Do not use the liquor for wound cleaning.
[He doesn't answer the question about the pages, just shoving THOSE in the closet.]
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[It's a question, but posed in the most deriding way possible. Why is his roommate so MUCH.]
If it's in the room and I need it, it'll get used that way. [It's a blithe, straightforward statement of fact.]
So you were the one ripping up the library?
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[He doesn't sleep much anyway.]
Do not drink it either.
[AVOIDING THE QUESTION ABOUT THE LIBRARY]
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FRIDAY - POST BODY DISCOVERY
. . . Did someone explain what has happened to you?
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Asch is stretched out on top of the bed—shoes off, hair pulled back in a long ponytail, clearly in thought.
Lio's vodka is on the side table, half-empty, a saturated purple rag laying next to it, stained lightly with red. the rag is, on closer inspection, a ripped line of someone's clothing.
at the sound of his roommate's entrance, and then voice, he frowns.]
Explain what.
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But whatever. Just going over to recap it, taking it so he can put it back in his hidey-hole. He doesn't touch the bloody rag.
Frankly, Lio is pretty disconcerted by murder. He isn't unused to the idea of death, but most of the deaths he's seen are different - returning to ashes. Not bloody and vomiting in the middle of a room. It isn't how he envisioned himself going.]
The death. [oh and] The fact we seem to know more about animals now, probably related to the fact we were in the library.
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sometimes, people just have to get it all out. sometimes you cut their guts open. sometimes they just vomit instead! it's all very disappointing.
but the animal shit WAS weird! and the library thing is a good theory! catch him admitting that never!!]
Hmm. But how we could just... know.
That's not supposed to be possible.
[Even by modern replication technology, implanting information was hard. But remote implantation in original vessels? Unheard of.]
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I have no idea. Brainwashing? Some experiment while we slept. Others have mentioned [ugh] some sort of supernatural explanation.
[Then he retreats to the couch, sitting down and pulling out his lighter, just flicking it on over and over.]
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anyway what the fuck is that noise]
...What are you doing.
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WEEK 1: POST-BODY
Asch is
unremarkably
in bed.
he's sort of phasing in and out of wakefulness, since the pain is excruciating, but he's also really really tired, so it comes and goes. When Lio does come in, he isn't moving—although his eyes are open, staring into space.]
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Lio is. Deeply worried? He's explained to Luna he's not at all familiar with how normal human bodies work, but he's not so dumb as to not realize that Asch came very close to peacing off the face of this earth in a bloody mess there. Coming in, setting a glass of water on the bedside table.
He sits on the edge of the bed, not trying to disturb him, but.]
Hm. Your disgusting broken body is in my room.
[Was . . . . . . . . . was that a joke.]
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And then there's a
Laugh??????
it's weak, and extremely pained, but it's definitely something neighboring on a laugh.]
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Good to hear you are still alive.
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[he closes his eyes, sinking into the pillow behind him.]
You, too.
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[Wow, Asch!!!! What the fuck was that. Are you really dying. Now he's extremely worried.]
You should rest. I didn't mean to disturb you.
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W1 - POST TRIAL
. . . I do not think that death is always the end.
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Hasn't been that way so far.
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Mm. You mentioned that.
[If he wants to talk about it or not is a different question.]
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there's a length of time, as he situates the blanket and the pillow, adding to others, making a.... well, its a fuckin nest at this rate. he wants to not be in pain.
but after he finishes, there's still... silence. it goes on for a long time, long enough to make you wonder if the conversation is done.
then:]
You said you've never killed anyone. Is that right?
[SWERVE]
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That’s right.
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[he's not really sure if what he's saying is... the right way to ask. so, he just says it directly:]
If you were chosen to kill me tomorrow—could you pull the trigger?
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