catch-all: lux.

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week zero, monday.

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[Having fun with that baton, Lux? Wherever it is she is, and whatever trick she happens to be in the middle of — she will suddenly be interrupted by the sound of... clapping?

Yeah. Clapping a cheering. Was she even doing anything impressive? Oh, well. This is happening now.]

Wooooooow! Do that again!

[illuminance]

[ it makes lux fumble the catch from the toss she had just finished. she still catches it but - clumsily. ]

Oh - well, I can try!

[ but it is a little harder when she's conscious of her audience! so the next time lux flips the baton up into the air, it's spinning a little too quickly. she doesn't manage to catch it at all. ]

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Oops.

[RIP, Lux... She looks sheepish as she watches her fumble her catch again.]

Sorry, sorry! I guess I must have knocked you off your groove.

[illuminance]

No, not at all. I'm really just not that good with these kinds of things.

I've never been particularly athletic or coordinated.

week zero, friday.

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[They are both in the common room because they live here. Hello.

Ichinose is at least looking less like a perpetual snot machine than she did yesterday, but, uh...]

I guess this is adios to our normal school life, huh?

[Bummer.]

[illuminance]

[ once again, lux brings her a glass of water. habit, at this point? then lux takes a seat, pulling her notebook onto her lap.

what does adios mean... no, she can figure it out from context clues. ]

It... Seems that way. I wonder if it was just a ruse from the beginning.

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[she smiles after excepting the glass of water, but... whew.]

Would it change anything if it was?

week zero, sunday.

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[ hello, once lux is back in the common room she is just. pacing anxiously. ]

Well.

[ ....... she doesn't even know what to say about all that. ]

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[She stops after coming across this, and just. Nods in solidarity.]

Well...

[illuminance]

... It seemed as if that fight was in part a compulsion.

Week 1: Sunday

[illuminance]

... I can't even be relieved that one of ours is alright. Not at this cost...

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[Ichinose is also frowning? A rare frown, her hands shoved deep in her pockets.]

... It's just how it is. Even if we had caught a killer, there was still a chance they would make it out of there. One life in exchange for two.

[illuminance]

I wonder if there will be situations where this is a relief. I can't imagine it, though.

Week 3: Sunday

[illuminance]

[ well that sure was a trial, and will be a thing later? is a thing now? who knows. ]

... Have you been given enough painkillers? [ or been healed more? who knows, lux can't keep track of other people's disasters. ]

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I'm alright. I have enough aspirin for myself.

[It's fine. They are all disasters.]

What about you, Luxanna-san? Are you taking care of yourself?

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Glad to hear it.

[ hmm. lux smiles? ]

I'm doing well enough, given the events of the last several days.

week four, monday.

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[At some point after the meeting in their dorm—]

Luxanna-san, do you have a minute?

[illuminance]

Of course. What is it?

week five**... weeps

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Has anyone told you the latest theory about the sleepers?

Week 5: Saturday

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[ hello, ichinose. lux is just sitting in the fall dorm, but she squints over to ichinose for a long moment when she notices her. ]

... How are you feeling?

[ has the curse worn off yet? ]

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[It has not! She's very tired, and seems to be lost in thought before Lux starts talking to her.]

Huh? Oh, I'm okay. Just exhausted, I think. [That sure was a trial!] ... Are you alright, Luxanna-san?

[illuminance]

[ hmm, concernicus. ]

I'm as alright as anyone is, right now. I will be better - though perhaps not as soon as tomorrow.

[ because tomorrow is going to suck, too. ]

week 6, sunday

[illuminance]

[ lux is just sitting outside fall dorm. eating candy. that's it that's your starter. ]

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[It's a good starter.

Ichinose just sits down nearby, stretching her arms.]

How're you feeling?

[illuminance]

As terrible as one would expect.