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w0, monday

[floridas]

[ to the fountain! jolyne is meandering towards it, sipping a soda in some chill collegiate wear. when she sees him though, she lifts up a hand and makes the

dumb little dragon his hand was making when they met before.

she then lets it flop down. ]

Yo. What're you up to?

[doghouse]

[ he looks absolutely delighted by her using that pose on him and laughs loudly, doing his own little dragon-snap back. ]

Nice!!

Just checkin' stuff out now that we've actually got places to go. Get a feel for the place, plan out escape routes, whatever.

w0, wednesday

[doghouse]

[ well this has sure been a day! after the party, after he's gotten hanako's bloody nose taken care of, datz is out around the ex-fountain to stretch his legs (which are, for better or worse, still in his green 70s suspender pants) and get some fresh air.

he gives jolyne a wave and a "what the clown emoji was that" look ]

Welp, that was sure almost a thing.

[floridas]

[ jolyne returns the same expression back at him for a beat before breaking away from a piece of fountain debris she's been kicking around. she's wearing the jacket she's had draped over her shoulders all night and is just hunched into it. ]

Yeah, can't wait to hear about it in the paper... jeez. He's an interesting little guy...

Good job comin' in clutch there.

w0, friday

[doghouse]

[ ...and this, unfortunately, WAS a thing. something else he was too late to do anything about despite being right there, apparently. ]

This took a turn, huh?

[floridas]

[ hahahahahahaha what a friday welcome to mg guys. ]

Yeah, no kidding. Rocket... Rocket, like he was a jerk but I thought he wasn't all that bad. The h$&@ was the point?

[ just curling her fingers into a fist... ]

w1, monday

[floridas]

Hey, you're out!

[ jolyne says this as she waves both arms at him. she's wearing a fun-looking hat and is just chilling by the repaired fountain! yay! ]

This city gets real busy with the construction it looks like... damn. You wanna check out one of the new places with me? They've got a whole buncha new stuff—a gym, a cool Halloween store coming soon apparently?

[doghouse]

I am!!

[ poses!! and he has now shaved so he looks significantly less scruffy than he did after two days in jail. ]

And wow, yeah, they fixed this thing up good.

[ welcome back, fountain. ]

Sure! Wanna hit the gym and see what we got? —Oh, I got one o' those trading cards of ya, by the way. You seen it yet?

w1, friday

[floridas]

[ man, this fucking sucks. she's filling her hoodie pockets with snacks in one side and a couple of indiscernible cans on the other, maybe three, but as she gets up she will notice him and make her way over. her hair is down with a hat pulled over it.

gently, she nudges him with her shoulder. ]

Hey...

[doghouse]

[ yeah it sure fuckin does.

datz is just kind of standing in front of a drink machine but not really looking at it. on top of the little glass shard cuts he got on his hands during investigation, the knuckles of his left hand are freshly bruised and scraped up. ]

Hey.

w1, post-trial

[doghouse]

[ just a tired-ass half-smile whenever he runs into her. ]

Well, it's over.

[ (for now, but he's not going to think about that.)

he raises his less-injured fist for a bump 'cause at least they nailed the fucker. ]

[floridas]

[ oh my god today was so exhausting. he gets a smile back, very tired. she'll lift her hand too! bump (gentle) so she doesn't hurt his hand regardless. ]

Thank fuck, man... all of that... it was really touch and go towards the end there.

[ a tilt of the head ]

Pfft, and talk about parting words...

w2, tuesday

[floridas]

Hey, Datz!

[ jolyne is waving both of her arms from on top of the purikura machine, kicking her legs. she's got a big notebook in her arms and a pen behind her ear. ]

Are you busy? Wanna help me out?

[doghouse]

Nah, haven't gotten myself into too much trouble yet!

[ which may change depending on how breaking whisper out of doggy jail is gonna go ig but ]

Whatcha up to?

w2, saturday

[floridas]

[ blagghghhhhghghghg what a fucking day. jolyne is just here slumming it at the casino's bar, perched on a chair and sipping something from an opaque cup at the counter. she's just tracing over a sticker on her phone over and over again, staring down at it, but when she sees datz, she will just wave her hand at him. ]

Welcome to my office, have a seat.

[doghouse]

[ that gets a slight smile, though it's not a particularly cheerful one. but he comes over and sits down next to her... and just sighs deeply. ]

Man, that sucked.

w3, monday

[doghouse]

[ wandering in the new shopping area after accidentally setting a furniture store on fire, it's fine. waves! ]

Hey, what's up!

[ not you because you have no wings today lol ]

[floridas]

[ she just saw this and was like "it's a monday" /hits the joint she just heads on over waving and then high fives him. good afternoon. ]

Just trying to get used to being grounded, man, this sucks a little bit.

w3, saturday post-trial

[floridas]

[ it's crazy straw time.

jolyne is here at the bar sipping through a very long straw from a to-go cup and alternating that and like eating from an entire plastic cup full of marischino cherries. this is the level that we're at tonight, here, after that entire shit show. she's just kind of hugging one of her legs to her chest and swinging the other.

she gives him a tired wave with a wrapped up hand. ]

Hey, Datz... how're you after... [ god what do we even call that ] Man, I can't even call it a trial, it's so insane every damn week.

[doghouse]

[ she's so valid. he's just going to sit down next to her and get a whiskey on the rocks. ]

Feel like crap, to be honest.

[ sighs. he's so fucking tired. ]

Koko's gonna be OK, at least. If he wasn't... I don't wanna think about it.

[ already had to think about it enough on thursday after cyoas lmao ]

w4, tuesday

[doghouse]

[ what if we shared memories (5:40 - 7:25) outside the weed store ]

[floridas]

[ outside the weed store anything can happen. including a memory attack. jolyne just watches first, already feeling kind of like an old pro at this dumb effect of the week already. she tilts her head a little as she watches, and by the end of it, glances over at datz curiously.

man it's always so weird to see someone else's memories... but she can't say she doesn't want to learn more? ]

Who's that Dhurke guy...?

w4, thursday pre-curfew OUR CYOAS

[floridas]

[ oohhhhh lord she's comin' she's gonna pop into mouse house maybe as one of the other mice are coming or going and will poke her head into the main area. she wanders quietly and carefully, but before she gets too far in: ]

Datz...? Hey, Datz, you here?

[ her voice is a little hoarse. ]

[doghouse]

[ oh good he was meaning to text her after he heard about the other cyoa actually ]

Yeah.

[ a smile and a small wave. he's cleaned up at this point and while he's still pretty banged up, he's not actively bleeding or anything.

he's probably taken quite a few painkillers. ]

You OK? You were on another one o' those things too, right?

w4, friday

[floridas]

[ we are at the star bar and jolyne is stuck drinking a shirley temple because they won't give her alcohol!!!!! apparently!!!! but they'll let her in???? don't ask how she got booze at the casino, they did not specify there /i am evil and fucked up feeling

she just looks miserably down at the table but she knows the feeling is very much mutual on this the day of our nick-siz-combination betrayal. ]

This place is a fucking nightmare... [ it's been a nightmare, but it feels like she's still floating in a dream. she chases the condensation on her glass with her bruised fingers on her good hand over and over again, like they're not allowed to touch the coaster. ]

[doghouse]

[

yeah, he sits down next to her (on her right side because his right arm is still in a sling lmao), puts his glass down between them, and passes her a little swizzle stick straw so she can subtly sip out of it if she doesn't mind sharing his old man germs. ]

Yeah, it sure is.

[ shakes his head. ]

Sorry. Siggy's gotta be a pretty big presence to lose on that team.

w4, saturday

[doghouse]

[ back to our old friend the fountain i guess because the park is cursed... he'll come over and put his good hand on her good shoulder because at least fate was nice enough to arrange our broken arms correctly even if everything else it's done is trash ]

Well. That sure didn't go how anyone was hoping.

[floridas]

[ fate is kind to us. she just leans into that hand and seems to just... sag a little bit under it. ]

No... it didn't. I really thought we were able to get people back on track before the end, but... [ fuck. ] Datz... this is bullshit. This is such a fucking stupid week.

w5, tuesday

[doghouse]

[ zoo trip!! to see, uh, the plastic skeletons of all the animals since they're presumably still on the loose, but you know what, that just makes this a guilt-free experience so that's cool.

datz finally got his arm healed at some point yesterday so he's looking pretty much back to normal aside from the new scars. ]

I'm impressed they actually had this many fake animal skeletons...

[floridas]

[ jolyne just breakin' out the wings to fly up to where a goddamn elephant skeleton is.... with it's enormous bone nose. this? this is ridiculous. ]

I'unno, I think I kinda like this zoo! Heh...

w5, saturday

[floridas]

[ out matching outfits!!!! she will find him somewhere outside and just kind of tiredly bump into him just. obnoxiously bumps into him so she can lean on him. this is... maybe the worst. she feels so fucking tired right now. ]

Everything god confusing towards the end there... ugh...

[doghouse]

[ leaves it here for posterity!! she is more than welcome to lean. ]

Yeah, I think it was so obvious that we kinda psyched ourselves out of it with the few things that didn't add up perfectly.

[ sighs. ]

You feelin' OK?

w6, saturday post-trial

[floridas]

[ haha everything sucks - EVERYTHING SUCKS!!!!! she's just slumped down somewhere with a hydroflask in both her hands staring at the ocean from her sandy place sitting on the beach with him. she'll just open the cap and chug a little before passing it over.

there is a very Strong smell coming from the hydroflask. sake. precious booze. ]

Fuck.

[doghouse]

[ YEAH! EVERYTHING DOES REALLY SUCK!! he will totally take a drink of that. ]

Yeah, you said it.

[ sighs and passes it back. ]

Yet another week where every option just sucks.

w7 monday

[doghouse]

[ here we are at the games at the amusement park! automatically better than the arcade by virtue of being outside. the vibes are a little sad and tired, but there's a lot of relief there too, and he seems cheerful enough in spite of everything. ]

Wanna see if we can win each other some dumb toys?

[floridas]

[ there's a warm, happy buzz, but beneath it jolyne's a little apprehensive. still, she grasps onto the cheerfulness, giving a fast nod. ]

Hell yeah - let's see, what do you wanna start on first? Could try the balloon pop? Or something else, catching fish?

w7, saturday

[floridas]

[ well she's gonna just find the rootinest tootinest appleslinginest guy this side of oceanside like asap. she is super tired from being hit with a laser and flying around all day, but it's actually fine. somehow, she's getting a lowkey second wind - enough to just sling her arm around him and grin. ]

Goodbye, stupid idiot moon.

That was really something...