[ great, more facts. but he tries to make the first one that he has now stick: when in doubt, look for writing.
the other is that emporio spilled his water and that's bad. he sees him get electrocuted, and lunges forward, trying to grab him without getting into the water himself. ]
Emporio! [ there's a computer. right. he saw that, but now he's more focused on the fact that jolyne's baby boy, baby, is being shocked. AGAIN!!!! ]
[ it's very clear that his has happened multiple times. it smells so crispy in here. like he's just been stuck in this terrible loop of needing to go to his computer over
and over
and over again.
he's still crying as the residual shocks have to be coasted out, but he is clinging to your furry arm so tightly, with such conviction. he is putting every ounce of himself into this so as not to be let go of. ]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't leave me please!
[ baby is no longer being shocked, you are holding the shaking baby emporio. there is a computer indeed, and if you're carefully, you can use it without being zapped. ]
[ nnnnnnooooOOOOO I'M GOING TO BITE YOU LIKE A RABID RACCOON
hung gathers him up in his arms, protective, more than willing to perhaps walk through this water and electrocute himself a thousand times than let it happen again to emporio. ]
It's okay, it's okay. I've got you now, Emporio, and I promise I won't go anywhere. We're going to figure things out together, alright? [ with a deep breath, he starts walking forward, trying to avoid the water. ] We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified. We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified.
We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified.
[ for a moment you have emporio in your arms and he slowly steadies his breathing, eventually taking in the current facts as they are: computer files. water is electrified. he seems to be with you on this one. he just slowly squirms out of your arms and just clings to your shirt, this time walking carefully with you. ]
Computer... but water is electrified... computer... water's electrified. We can do it.
[ eventually, you will make it to the computer safely without being electrocuted (again!!!!!!) where you will see that a database of the prison has already been pulled up. there are a few options in terms of prisoners here with a powerful stand on this screen. huh. ]
Good boy. That's a good job. [ his hand rubs small, soothing circles on emporio's back as he goes, cradling him against his shoulder as he takes the cautious steps forward. one by one, step by step, and then they're at the computer and it's fine. it's all fine.
except he sees ace and whisper on the screen as he moves to sit down with emporio in his lap, sinking, his heart in his throat. ]
... alright. [ hung swallows, squeezing the small baby very gently, very encouraging. he's trying to ignore the tremor in his legs, the way he can feel his pulse in the gunshot wound in his shoulder. ] Alright, what's this Stand, Emporio?
[ the baby is squeezed, but he will eventually settle down by the computer and start typing... rather expertly. hm. baby who loves his mavis beacon, i guess. ]
... It keeps us from remembering Miu Miu. What she looks like. We need to connect the printer too...
[ seems like emporio is trying to create a solid memory for the two of you to reference. trust the written word and all that. typing typing typing. there is the distinct feeling that this might take him a while? maybe?
[ honestly, considering aak is a recently-18-year-old genius doctor, he does not question the baby excelling at mavis beacon. which makes me miss it for some reason.
anyways. ]
Alright. You know what you're doing. [ he's going to essentially sit between him and the spilled water area, so that if either one of them forgets maybe the other one will notice. hopefully. imagine if i hadn't decided to keep following the smell/cries.
while emporio does that, though, he's going to check his pockets to see if he has anything else on his person. because he wants to look at the rest of the writing on himself. ]
anyways now he's forgotten about the water being electrified so that's fun. but he has the other notes from earlier, so he takes the sharpie and underlines the STAND USER MIU MIU FIND HER note, going with the growth of his fur so it writes smoothly.
and then he looks around the room while emporio works, trying to not pay much attention to the pain in his body. he'll process that in a minute. ]
[ better make sure ur wearin' it. anyways. isn't it just so fun. thankfully most of whatever there is to see is located Away from the electrified water.
hung will see that there is a lovely book on the table with a big slice of chocolate cake pictured on it. it says 101 WAYS TO WIN FRIENDS WITH GIULLIAN GATEAU.
there's also a grand piano. what's that doing in here?
there is a large, gray machine on a shelf by the computer. ]
[ he knows, at least, that something has happened to him. because he knows what gunshot wounds feel like, and he's been electrocuted before. just not as bad as this. he can still feel the occasional muscle spasm, and his legs and feet hurt, so he pauses for a moment as he sees the book, the piano, and the machine.
he writes YOU WERE SHOT. THERE ARE GUNS HERE on the back of his left hand. ELECTRICITY SOMEWHERE? on the back of the same wrist.
[ there you go, hung! you're gettin' the hang of it!
anyways i am gonna let u write on ur fur since i wasn't sure if it was even possible. or maybe there is short fur in those areas. who knows. i am but a humble little furry who doesn't know much.
the gray machine, as hung approaches...
is a printer! an old timey printer! there's paper and everything!!!!!! jackpot!!!! at the bottom emblazoned on it, it says STONE FREE SPECIALTY PRINTER. ]
[ if he wants it to be super legible he's going to have to write with the grain as opposed to against it because hoo BOY. that'd be funny looking. but he's definitely aiming for his shorter fur on his hands for right now because it'll be easier.
he blinks at the printer, not sure if this is, like. important. and then, if it's not plugged into anything, he's going to pick it up so that he can carry it because. maybe it's relevant???
and then he turns and fucking sees emporio and is !? for a second. ]
[ you now have +1 printer. take your prize. if he takes it though, he'll see it is already plugged in. so be careful. emporio, who has been studiously working on trying to find out whatever he's trying to find out on the computer just pauses and looks up and: ]
... oh, god. [ groaning, as he looks down at himself because. he just wrote a note. why did he write a note.
ASSUME YOU CAN ONLY REMEMBER 3 NEW THINGS AT A TIME
cool. right. but he moves the printer carefully so that it's. closer? to the computer? maybe emporio needs this. he's sitting here, at a computer, so. logical deduction. ]
I can only remember three new things at a time, so I think I've been here for a little while. But I forgot you were here... what are you doing?
[ good boy! good! he is so proud of you and jolyne would be too. he's just going to come and sit with him so that he is no longer new information, maybe that'll help. ]
You've got the printer, now, and we're together. So print out the profile so we don't forget?
[ maybe it will help! emporio makes sure the printer is connected, which it is, and begins to print out the profile! wow!
unfortunately 2 things happen:
1) the computer suddenly shorts out, it snap, crackle, pops! take some damage! emporio yelps! 2) something does print out of the stone free printer! yay!
but ........ it's all printed in 1s and 0s. there's no picture at all. no words. nothing.
but he reaches out to take what gets printed out, and then looks instantly tired. ]
Oh, I can't read this, either. [ he knows that is not memloss related. but he does see emporio's poor little hands and arms, reaching out very gently to take in the damage. ] If we can't fix the computer, we should at least find something to fix you up...
[ he's just a kid, and he's still trembling even from the little zap after having suffered electrocution after electrocution, stuck in his own cycle. having two people certainly helps in this sort of situation. ]
I-I don't think I have any bandages though... or even a first aid kit. Not one that I can use at least. Not in the Ghost Room.
[ well, if they don't have bandages, he's just going to shrug out of his jacket for a moment so he can pull his t-shirt off from underneath. the jacket goes back on, afterwards, because he needs it for writing space and also to soak up the sluggish blood from the fucking bullet in his shoulder. he'll deal with that eventually.
he uses his nails and strength to start tearing strips out of the shirt. because emporio needs something. ]
hung is that kind of guy, and he could probably use some bandaging, himself. but he prioritizes emporio, holding out his hands for his tinier ones. ]
To be born in a place like this... [ he gets part of why jolyne cared so much about emporio surviving. being free. ] You've made a lot of good use of it, you know, buddy.
[ emporio just offers you a very quiet smile at that and seems to shy away from the attention. just for a bit. his head hurts, but he watching hung gratefully.
suddenly, there is a low, droning "woooooooon woooooooon woooooooon" coming from your pocket, hung. ]
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the other is that emporio spilled his water and that's bad. he sees him get electrocuted, and lunges forward, trying to grab him without getting into the water himself. ]
Emporio! [ there's a computer. right. he saw that, but now he's more focused on the fact that jolyne's baby boy, baby, is being shocked. AGAIN!!!! ]
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and over
and over again.
he's still crying as the residual shocks have to be coasted out, but he is clinging to your furry arm so tightly, with such conviction. he is putting every ounce of himself into this so as not to be let go of. ]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't leave me please!
[ baby is no longer being shocked, you are holding the shaking baby emporio. there is a computer indeed, and if you're carefully, you can use it without being zapped. ]
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hung gathers him up in his arms, protective, more than willing to perhaps walk through this water and electrocute himself a thousand times than let it happen again to emporio. ]
It's okay, it's okay. I've got you now, Emporio, and I promise I won't go anywhere. We're going to figure things out together, alright? [ with a deep breath, he starts walking forward, trying to avoid the water. ] We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified. We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified.
We have to get to your computer for files, but the water's electrified.
[ two facts. ]
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Computer... but water is electrified... computer... water's electrified. We can do it.
[ eventually, you will make it to the computer safely without being electrocuted (again!!!!!!) where you will see that a database of the prison has already been pulled up. there are a few options in terms of prisoners here with a powerful stand on this screen. huh. ]
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except he sees ace and whisper on the screen as he moves to sit down with emporio in his lap, sinking, his heart in his throat. ]
... alright. [ hung swallows, squeezing the small baby very gently, very encouraging. he's trying to ignore the tremor in his legs, the way he can feel his pulse in the gunshot wound in his shoulder. ] Alright, what's this Stand, Emporio?
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... It keeps us from remembering Miu Miu. What she looks like. We need to connect the printer too...
[ seems like emporio is trying to create a solid memory for the two of you to reference. trust the written word and all that. typing typing typing. there is the distinct feeling that this might take him a while? maybe?
what would you like to do, hung? ]
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anyways. ]
Alright. You know what you're doing. [ he's going to essentially sit between him and the spilled water area, so that if either one of them forgets maybe the other one will notice. hopefully. imagine if i hadn't decided to keep following the smell/cries.
while emporio does that, though, he's going to check his pockets to see if he has anything else on his person. because he wants to look at the rest of the writing on himself. ]
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hung can check his pockets and while he does, finds the following (be careful...)
1) a sharpie marker
2) a note that says DON'T FORGET YOUR UNDERWEAR
3) another that says REFLECTIONS ARE A LIFE SAVER ]
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anyways now he's forgotten about the water being electrified so that's fun. but he has the other notes from earlier, so he takes the sharpie and underlines the STAND USER MIU MIU FIND HER note, going with the growth of his fur so it writes smoothly.
and then he looks around the room while emporio works, trying to not pay much attention to the pain in his body. he'll process that in a minute. ]
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hung will see that there is a lovely book on the table with a big slice of chocolate cake pictured on it. it says 101 WAYS TO WIN FRIENDS WITH GIULLIAN GATEAU.
there's also a grand piano. what's that doing in here?
there is a large, gray machine on a shelf by the computer. ]
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he writes YOU WERE SHOT. THERE ARE GUNS HERE on the back of his left hand. ELECTRICITY SOMEWHERE? on the back of the same wrist.
what's the grey machine? ]
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anyways i am gonna let u write on ur fur since i wasn't sure if it was even possible. or maybe there is short fur in those areas. who knows. i am but a humble little furry who doesn't know much.
the gray machine, as hung approaches...
is a printer! an old timey printer! there's paper and everything!!!!!! jackpot!!!! at the bottom emblazoned on it, it says STONE FREE SPECIALTY PRINTER. ]
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he blinks at the printer, not sure if this is, like. important. and then, if it's not plugged into anything, he's going to pick it up so that he can carry it because. maybe it's relevant???
and then he turns and fucking sees emporio and is !? for a second. ]
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Hung! You're here! When did you get here?!
[ gazes.... ]
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ASSUME YOU CAN ONLY REMEMBER 3 NEW THINGS AT A TIME
cool. right. but he moves the printer carefully so that it's. closer? to the computer? maybe emporio needs this. he's sitting here, at a computer, so. logical deduction. ]
I can only remember three new things at a time, so I think I've been here for a little while. But I forgot you were here... what are you doing?
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[ emporio looks at the computer and then at hung and then at his arms and back at hung again. processing... little boy brain is workin'... ]
Miu Miu! I have to print out this profile I found-!
[ he stops himself before he fuckin' forgets hung again. good boy. ]
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You've got the printer, now, and we're together. So print out the profile so we don't forget?
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unfortunately 2 things happen:
1) the computer suddenly shorts out, it snap, crackle, pops! take some damage! emporio yelps!
2) something does print out of the stone free printer! yay!
but ........ it's all printed in 1s and 0s. there's no picture at all. no words. nothing.
emporio just looks at it like o - o ]
I can't read this. Who is this...?
[ yikes ]
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but he reaches out to take what gets printed out, and then looks instantly tired. ]
Oh, I can't read this, either. [ he knows that is not memloss related. but he does see emporio's poor little hands and arms, reaching out very gently to take in the damage. ] If we can't fix the computer, we should at least find something to fix you up...
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[ he's just a kid, and he's still trembling even from the little zap after having suffered electrocution after electrocution, stuck in his own cycle. having two people certainly helps in this sort of situation. ]
I-I don't think I have any bandages though... or even a first aid kit. Not one that I can use at least. Not in the Ghost Room.
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[ well, if they don't have bandages, he's just going to shrug out of his jacket for a moment so he can pull his t-shirt off from underneath. the jacket goes back on, afterwards, because he needs it for writing space and also to soak up the sluggish blood from the fucking bullet in his shoulder. he'll deal with that eventually.
he uses his nails and strength to start tearing strips out of the shirt. because emporio needs something. ]
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take your small jojo's meta while i chase red blorbo and pink blorbo. ]
That's right...
Ever since I was born, I've had the ability to live inside the 'spirit' of this room. It's been my home forever.
[ my house is out of the ordinary—burning down the house. ]
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hung is that kind of guy, and he could probably use some bandaging, himself. but he prioritizes emporio, holding out his hands for his tinier ones. ]
To be born in a place like this... [ he gets part of why jolyne cared so much about emporio surviving. being free. ] You've made a lot of good use of it, you know, buddy.
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suddenly, there is a low, droning "woooooooon woooooooon woooooooon" coming from your pocket, hung. ]
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[ his ears twitch with the droning woon again, and he sets down his makeshift bandages so that he can reach into it. hewwo? ]
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