catch-all: i promise i will never learn to spell his full name.

[rerouter]

horse kabedon...

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friday, week zero.

[rerouter]

[Well.

Someone is probably dead, and here's Chorizo crawling under a table. Monika stares.]

Ah... [Hm.] Are you looking for clues...?

[allyship]

[he pokes his head out.]

Any sign of where our missing person might have gone, yes.

[rerouter]

[A sigh.]

... Since you're looking under a table, I guess you haven't had any luck either?

[allyship]

[ALSO WHY DID YOU WRITE HORSE KABEDON]

No. It feels as though he's simply vanished.

sunday, week one.

[allyship]

[yo, monika. rochalizo's just wandering around when he spots her by the edge, and—]

Be careful that you don't get pelted by fish.

[rerouter]

Huh?

[She stops walking, one hand lightly pressed against the bubble.]

Is that something that's happened?

[allyship]

Unfortunately.

[mini-event trauma...]

There are geysers beyond that can send debris flying.

tuesday, week two.

[rerouter]

[Well. Statues have been perceived. Stores have been looted. And at the end of the day, Monika is squinting at a wall on one of the employee areas. Clipped and snipped.............]

... I guess someone really liked their synonyms.

[allyship]

[also squints, as he rummages through trinkets.]

A poor attempt at being a poet.

[rerouter]

Even calling this an attempt feels like an insult to poetry...?

[She continues to poke around, finding a whole lot of nothing.]

I guess it's not surprising, though. Angels are a big thing wherever we go.

saturday, week two.

[allyship]

[somewhere in the void]

... Well, we did it, somehow.

[rerouter]

Somehow... [Slowly.] I can't believe that actually happened.

[allyship]

... It's not over yet, though. Tomorrow, someone will have to fight him.

sunday, week two.

[rerouter]

[Catching him while he's migrating back to his room, hello...]

Ah... Was Yelena able to patch you up?

[allyship]

[walking is still kind of difficult when he's in pain and exhausted, but. he's doing his best.]

Yes. Her skills are quite sufficient, at least.

[rerouter]

That's a relief... Though I still can't believe any of that happened.

[The fucking alpha crab...]

Hey, do you need a hand? Let me walk with you so I know you at least got there alright.

saturday, week three.

[rerouter]

[Wherever Rochalizo is, there's Monika! She's just literally staring off at the distance looking very much like she's contemplating the pros and cons of braving the sandstorm. Hello.]

[allyship]

[... well.]

Thinking of going exploring, Monika?

[rerouter]

... Not really.

[A shake of her head, sighing.]

Though I can't say the idea of ditching everything, somehow, isn't tempting.

friday, week four.

[allyship]

[rochalizo is... looking around, determined, though occasionally pausing over and holding an arm over his chest with a pained look.

anyway, hewwo monika.]

[rerouter]

[Mood. But also, sir? Do you need life alert?]

Rochalizo?

[allyship]

[it's fine!!

he looks up from whatever he's doing.]

Oh, it's you.

saturday, week five.

[rerouter]

[As promised, Monika visits him after he's taken away by the Watchers. She has two water bottles with her, and will pass one through the drunk tank bars.]

... Does your arm hurt?

[allyship]

[he takes it.]

I'll manage.

[rerouter]

[She sighs.]

What is with everyone and trying to act all tough while they're clearly suffering...?

[Twisting the cap on her own bottle with a frown.]

Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. You were approached by an angel, right?