[Well! Luke dragged Eunhyuk off after trial for reasons, but eventually, he and Margaret will cross paths again. Except, before they actually spot each other, a void will open up, and Margaret will get hit with a memory--
You lean back on the couch with a sigh, your body aching with mild pain. You've just been discharged from the hospital after rescuing your colleagues from a fire and a gas leak in your workplace, though you can't quite remember who they are or what you do. The news from the doctors isn't great; there's a good chance that a flare-up may kill you. But you carry on, because you must. You smile through it, because that's what you do. What you've always done.
You don't want to worry your roommates, after all. Margaret and Anise have always been so good to you, and you would protect them with everything you have. They came to visit you in the hospital after the incident, and you faked it then--you fake it now, too, promising that you're nearly fully recovered, that they don't need to fuss. But they do anyway, because they're sweet, no matter how much they tease you about your lifelong crush, about being stupid, about playing the hero. (They're right, anyway.) Margaret orders your favorite food, and the three of you talk and laugh while you wait for it to arrive, peaceful and happy.
The doorbell rings. You get up to answer the door, knowing it's the food. But as you get ready to pay for your delicious burgers, the delivery man suddenly calls you "Monsieur Luke," which is weird because Stellis doesn't have a lot of Fr*nch people, and then he grabs you and starts yelling about getting out of there and how the police aren't real, so you put this lunatic in a wristlock for everyone's safety, and then SUDDENLY A GIANT NET FALLS FROM THE SKY AND TRAPS YOU BOTH, and you're confused as fuck, and--
The memory(?) ends, and real Luke is left standing there like the man_standing emoji.]
He scratches the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward.]
On Thursday, Dahut and I wound up in hell, somehow. [Okay.] We had to guide Arthur and Gregor's souls and... [...Well, there's no getting around it.] ...wake them up from their dreams. But Dahut had to wake me up from mine first.
Yeah--although I couldn't remember this place while I was there. Now that I'm back, I'd wondered if it was something similar to the way we communicate with the senior crew, but I have no idea how to study that thing without taking it apart.
[And he isn't going to do that and risk breaking their connection, so. His bioengineering degree... rotting away... art reflects life.]
The first ghosts we met here--they said that they needed to rest after a while, but they'd still be around. Hans is the one who was working on dream-sharing research, though I think his was a hallucinogen... But even so, I wonder if we could call him back and see if he knows anything about the machine?
[And even if he doesn't, maybe he could share science-y things that their assorted nerds could adapt... interrogates a ghost about drugs]
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Week 3, Saturday
You lean back on the couch with a sigh, your body aching with mild pain. You've just been discharged from the hospital after rescuing your colleagues from a fire and a gas leak in your workplace, though you can't quite remember who they are or what you do. The news from the doctors isn't great; there's a good chance that a flare-up may kill you. But you carry on, because you must. You smile through it, because that's what you do. What you've always done.
You don't want to worry your roommates, after all. Margaret and Anise have always been so good to you, and you would protect them with everything you have. They came to visit you in the hospital after the incident, and you faked it then--you fake it now, too, promising that you're nearly fully recovered, that they don't need to fuss. But they do anyway, because they're sweet, no matter how much they tease you about your lifelong crush, about being stupid, about playing the hero. (They're right, anyway.) Margaret orders your favorite food, and the three of you talk and laugh while you wait for it to arrive, peaceful and happy.
The doorbell rings. You get up to answer the door, knowing it's the food. But as you get ready to pay for your delicious burgers, the delivery man suddenly calls you "Monsieur Luke," which is weird because Stellis doesn't have a lot of Fr*nch people, and then he grabs you and starts yelling about getting out of there and how the police aren't real, so you put this lunatic in a wristlock for everyone's safety, and then SUDDENLY A GIANT NET FALLS FROM THE SKY AND TRAPS YOU BOTH, and you're confused as fuck, and--
The memory(?) ends, and real Luke is left standing there like the man_standing emoji.]
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Hey, what the fuck?
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He scratches the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward.]
On Thursday, Dahut and I wound up in hell, somehow. [Okay.] We had to guide Arthur and Gregor's souls and... [...Well, there's no getting around it.] ...wake them up from their dreams. But Dahut had to wake me up from mine first.
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[So that's... he still isn't quite sure what to make of it, honestly.]
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[And he isn't going to do that and risk breaking their connection, so. His bioengineering degree... rotting away... art reflects life.]
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What are you thinking?
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The first ghosts we met here--they said that they needed to rest after a while, but they'd still be around. Hans is the one who was working on dream-sharing research, though I think his was a hallucinogen... But even so, I wonder if we could call him back and see if he knows anything about the machine?
[And even if he doesn't, maybe he could share science-y things that their assorted nerds could adapt... interrogates a ghost about drugs]
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