[ 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. ]
and then flat. breathless, pressing against the wounds you've gathered in your flight from that awful stinky woman. between that and having run for your lives. woooooooooon woooooooooon woooooooooon...
you are released into a large, square room! one with a red rug and two figures sat down by a computer—
but that's about as far as you get to gathering any kind of information. because: d.va and axel you are now being electrocuted.
hung, your friends are tumbling out from a crack in the wall! ]
[ he whips around to look at them, and then sees - oh shit, oh shit, that's what was electrified! he doesn't remember, but he sure does know it, now, no longer looking at his marked hand when he went to pull the ball from his pocket.
he rips his sharpie out again, writing WATER!!! above ELECTRICITY SOMEWHERE? as he scrambles to get upright, lunging for the two of them. ]
Emporio, stay there! [ hung will try to get the two of them out of the water aaaaaa ]
[ emporio is staying there because i don't wanna get the blue font.
three things happen as hung gets them both out of the water!
axel, you are getting electrocuted and it sucks ass! but it's okay, hung is getting you guys out of the water. it's a sucky experience though, feeling the burning, the shock to your nerves, possibly blisters if you make it out of here alive. as this happens, that knife with the guy fieri flames you took? it pricks you. right on the finger. this pain is very mild in comparison to the slash in your side... it fills you with determination.
hana, you are also getting electrocuted! it's awful!!!! hung grabs the both of you out of the water, but you can feel it, wracking your system. you might have some blisters coming out of this too, and the sensation of constantly being warm. it's awful. your muscles spasm-and the pen in your pocket? it pricks you. right on the finger. this pain hardly compares to what you are feeling in this moment. you can survive. it fills you with determination.
hung, you are moving into action! you scoop your friends out of the electrified water and probably still get a little zapped yourself, but not nearly as bad as before. as you reel back with both of them in tow, fingers prickling... a light blue string snakes up your knuckles and it pricks you right on the finger. the baseball's leather in your pocket falls apart, shedding its skin so to speak. it fills you with determination.
you are out of the electrified water, you have a moment to breathe. the three of you. finally. ]
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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? ]
. . . PART 2C — STONE FREE (REUNION)
and then flat. breathless, pressing against the wounds you've gathered in your flight from that awful stinky woman. between that and having run for your lives. woooooooooon woooooooooon woooooooooon...
you are released into a large, square room! one with a red rug and two figures sat down by a computer—
but that's about as far as you get to gathering any kind of information. because: d.va and axel you are now being electrocuted.
hung, your friends are tumbling out from a crack in the wall! ]
Axel! Hana!
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I guess he's being electrocuted now, because this sounds about in line with his previous bad luck roll. ]
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and now she's wet?? hello??? oh and ofc she's gonna get electrocuted too, so have fun being crispy miss girl. ]
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he rips his sharpie out again, writing WATER!!! above ELECTRICITY SOMEWHERE? as he scrambles to get upright, lunging for the two of them. ]
Emporio, stay there! [ hung will try to get the two of them out of the water aaaaaa ]
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three things happen as hung gets them both out of the water!
axel, you are getting electrocuted and it sucks ass! but it's okay, hung is getting you guys out of the water. it's a sucky experience though, feeling the burning, the shock to your nerves, possibly blisters if you make it out of here alive. as this happens, that knife with the guy fieri flames you took? it pricks you. right on the finger. this pain is very mild in comparison to the slash in your side... it fills you with determination.
hana, you are also getting electrocuted! it's awful!!!! hung grabs the both of you out of the water, but you can feel it, wracking your system. you might have some blisters coming out of this too, and the sensation of constantly being warm. it's awful. your muscles spasm-and the pen in your pocket? it pricks you. right on the finger. this pain hardly compares to what you are feeling in this moment. you can survive. it fills you with determination.
hung, you are moving into action! you scoop your friends out of the electrified water and probably still get a little zapped yourself, but not nearly as bad as before. as you reel back with both of them in tow, fingers prickling... a light blue string snakes up your knuckles and it pricks you right on the finger. the baseball's leather in your pocket falls apart, shedding its skin so to speak. it fills you with determination.
you are out of the electrified water, you have a moment to breathe. the three of you. finally. ]
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