[He has of course, seen this big clown man before. He's hard to miss. As well, the name's familiar, so he remembered that from the profiles. And of course, he rememberings that this Ashiya Douman is 200cm tall and 110kg.
But this is the first time he's spoken to him directly.]
I thought I might try a game, since they've been provided to us.
[Fukuda had just been wandering, thinking maybe he would pop into his room since surely Medb wouldn't be there in the middle of the day, when he encounters clown.]
[Well, this so-called humble priest is in a state. There's a nice blood stream coming from their nose, blood on their very exposed abs, blood on their hands - well, basically, anywhere exposed. Thanks, leeches and their anticoagulants!]
[But Douman's eyes seem a little swollen, like black holes wanting to have their fill - it seems they were just about to head to the shower to clean off when Fukuda entered.]
[He's leaning over the sink, and got his head tilted forward as he pinches his nose but there's still a lot of blood? He turns his head towards Douman when he comes in.]
Ah, yes. [But like, muffled because of the nose. Now he's dripping blood onto the floor.]
[Fukuda really did not want to talk to Omi or Douman right now. He just wanted to have some tea and pretend to be outside??? But... well, it is what it is.]
[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
[No actually he doesn't? He will just sit down and watch, waiting politely for Douman to finish. He is a patient man and also this is terrifying but also interesting to watch?]
[Yeah, here they are, brow furrowed in concentration and...they seem to be doing fairly well with this pinball machine? They glance over, losing the ball, and look back with a click of their tongue.]
Ah, well...someone showed me how to play, so its been something to pass the time.
[Anyways, Douman is definitely fuming as they drag Fukuda along back to the apartments. In their haste they forgot to...actually get anything to cover Fukuda up. Its fine..]
You're a fool, you know! Your brains must have leaked out of that hole of yours-!
[Fukuda is still pretty jazzed about Douman putting forth the effort to try and make him feel better, but the palpable irritation is tamping it down somewhat.]
I mean, brains aren't liquid, so it couldn't have. Anything that leaked out would just be cerebrospinal fluid. [Classic Fukuda, missing the point entirely.]
[Hey there, Fukuda! This is...definitely a huge aura of despair that's coming from the bakery. The sound of sobbing grows more audible the closer you get to it, and inside the bakery is...a sight.]
[Here sits Douman up against a wall, sobbing into their hands. There's despair, shame, horror, and...an odd throbbing hunger that pierces through the emotions, like a jab to the gut.]
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W0 DAY 2
[Someone is already here. Douman stops, frowning slightly over at the man, who seems to be fiddling with some of the game systems.]
...What are you doing?
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[He has of course, seen this big clown man before. He's hard to miss. As well, the name's familiar, so he remembered that from the profiles. And of course, he rememberings that this Ashiya Douman is 200cm tall and 110kg.
But this is the first time he's spoken to him directly.]
I thought I might try a game, since they've been provided to us.
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week 0 wednesday
Oh, Mr Douman. You look hurt.
[Helpful.]
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[Well, this so-called humble priest is in a state. There's a nice blood stream coming from their nose, blood on their very exposed abs, blood on their hands - well, basically, anywhere exposed. Thanks, leeches and their anticoagulants!]
[But Douman's eyes seem a little swollen, like black holes wanting to have their fill - it seems they were just about to head to the shower to clean off when Fukuda entered.]
Hahaha. Ahaha. Well. You could say that.
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W0 SATURDAY POST TRIAL
...Is that from the fight?
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Ah, yes.
[But like, muffled because of the nose. Now he's dripping blood onto the floor.]
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AND I SEE THIS, A TAG DW FAILED TO NOTIFY ME OF
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week 1 wednesday
Ah, good afternoon, Mr Douman....
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[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
...Disregard that. You're making tea?
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WEEK 1 POST TRIAL
[Glancing over their shoulder, they just huff.]
Ah, Fukuda....what a fucking trial that was, hm.
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Fukuda is just dispensing a bowl of ramen from the machine. The proper sort not the instant kind. Then he'll join Douman at the counter.]
It was. I think having two different cases slowed us down. Maybe if we'd just focused on one...
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W2 MEMSHARE
[Douman is in the kitchen, just tearing into a raw steak? Like? An animal?]
[They just seem really in a Mood? Uh, Fukuda, do you WANT to disturb this?]
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W2 POST DEATH ANNOUNCEMENT
[Here comes a clown! Except they just.............beeline past Fukuda to.......]
[Aim a solid kick at a bench?]
[This is. Happening.]
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Mr Douman?
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Mr Douman.
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...You really had some gall, didn't you.
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I wouldn't have expected you to be interested in something like this.
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Ah, well...someone showed me how to play, so its been something to pass the time.
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[But seeing Fukuda, though, makes them stop in their tracks. They frown slightly.]
Are you headed there, too?
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[He's sort of aimless right now so;]
Ah, I don't have to be if that's a problem for you?
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W4 TUESDAY (graveyard)
You're a fool, you know! Your brains must have leaked out of that hole of yours-!
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I mean, brains aren't liquid, so it couldn't have. Anything that leaked out would just be cerebrospinal fluid.
[Classic Fukuda, missing the point entirely.]
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week 5 wednesday
Is everything alright?
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[Douman looks....very silly!]
[Mostly because they're wearing...two of the same tacky turquoise windbreaker?]
Um?
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w6 tuesday evening
[Here sits Douman up against a wall, sobbing into their hands. There's despair, shame, horror, and...an odd throbbing hunger that pierces through the emotions, like a jab to the gut.]
[Douman is covered with blood.]
[How about that!]
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Yeah he's going to come in, very concerned???]
Douman? Are you hurt?
[IS IT YOUR BLOOD OR SOMEONE ELSES?]
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