frotag | having fun isnt hard when youve got a library card (w3 curfew)

[ RIP to andie's shitpost because hi this person is here too. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF YOU IN THE LIBRARY....

anyways they are having a nice little nap at a table surrounded by stacks of books. don't mind them. ]

[ well he was in here reading and trying to enjoy some quiet but now there's so many other guys in here.

pulling his journal closer to his face and sinking further into his seat. ]

[Puts a coat over them

that she stole off someone else's back ig, do we have blankets in here]

[hi

by now he's changed out of his gross bloody clothes and he has a cool new prosthetic hand that he's kind of moving experimentally from wherever he's sitting with a book. it's probably a textbook or some nonsense. nerd.]

[ staring at his IRIS ]

It appears we are being watched.

[gives him a shameless wave anyway]

[peers at his book]

[ Sweet, sweet Rosamund... they would thank you if they were awake right now.

Were any of you smart enough to bring blankets... that's a good question. ]

... More so than usual, or...?

[You're having a great time at the library and suddenly there is MEMORY UPON THEE

Meet Rosamund's best bird friend]

Differently than usual?

[ peers over his shoulder ]

[THE WAY I MISSED METIS WAS NAPPING BYE METIS HE WON'T WAKE YOU UP]

[ i love you embarrassing memshare day ]

A friend of yours, your highness?

[ lol ]

[ eyes metis in the corner... hi were you expecting a silly and chill curfew? well that could still happen but diluc and dion are trying to ruin it for everyone. ]

—If we could have everyone's attention. Sir Dion and I discovered a data pad aboard the ship earlier in the week. We were—

[ he's rudely interrupted by a void! bet you never saw that coming! (the mods said i could memshare so i'm gonna be lazy and memshare, enjoy.)

The further they enter [the Luxurious Venus combination spa & hot springs], the more heightened the distinct sensation of being watched becomes. It isn't long before a song begins to filter in through the speakers overhead, thrumming through the walls. The mirrors stationed around the salon portion of the spa itself seem to shudder, shimmer, and if gazed upon too long, will begin to morph your features in the reflection into those of loved ones, into those who you have the deepest regrets. They gaze upon you with eyes that are full of malice, anguish, judgment, and desperation. Their hands bang against the mirrors, claw at them until their touch is bloodied from within the glass. Harder and harder they scratch and pound against the mirror glass, the lights dimming and the sclera of their eyes shining wet and hungry.

Whispers surround the two of them, and while one would think it'd be easy to simply walk the fuck right out of here, it isn't. It's suddenly black, pitch black, all the lights off, everything silent.

And then, in familiar voices, voices of the past, voices of those you long for, voices of who you miss the most:

And we passed through the cavern of rats.
And we passed through the path of boiling steam.
And we passed through the country of the blind.
And we passed through the slough of despond.
And we passed through the vale of tears.
And we came, finally, to the ░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟░̛͘͝░̶͠░̵̡͜͜░̸̷̨͟.

The ground tremors beneath your feet, briefly — and then. The dark lifts, the lights overhead flickering back to life and the faces of those lost to you, here or long ago, are gone. You are left alone with your thoughts as suddenly a table full of magazines falls over in the last of the settling, spreading magazines all over the place... and also a beat up data pad.

...some people may vaguely recognize faces and voices from diluc or dion's past.

but anyhow. diluc sighs and clears his throat. ]

...As I was saying. This isn't the first time old records have been found aboard the Eudora. You're welcome to take a look.

[ data pad contents here! ]