VI

[foreverphantom]

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weekend 0, saturday

[foreverphantom]

[ guess who's sitting here at congratulations--why, it's dante!! he's got two steaks in front of him, one basically raw and one actually cooked. he's chewing on a cube of steak as he looks at all the elvises. ]

[doublefists]

[ his SNACKS. in another universe jiaoqiu is like woah.

vi is here, because there's alcohol. just one alcohol but she'll take what she can get. she glances over at him, and then: ]

Hey. Doing okay? [ how are your KNUCKLES, you terror ]

[foreverphantom]

[ yeah this one got over his food issues right quick

anyway blinks and looks over, confused

his KNUCKLES are bandaged, tyvm ]

...yes?

w0, monday

[foreverphantom]

[ i am writing these starters up absolutely brain to keyboard, no filter or forethought

so anyway dante is in the relaxation area, pouring a cup of ass coffee into the plants. not like, dumping it. like, intentionally splitting up the coffee into equal portions for each plant. ]

[doublefists]

Okay, why are we killing the plants?

[ eyebrow raise, as she comes over with her hands in her jacket pockets. ]

[foreverphantom]

Are you so sure this'll kill them?

w0, friday

[foreverphantom]

[ resting his arms and head on the railing of the flight deck, looking over the runway

that's it that's the starter ]

[doublefists]

[ she'll come join him, after a bit. offer him some of her drink, even, before leaning against the railing too. ]

Hey.

[foreverphantom]

[ looks over and raises an eyebrow at the drink

what is it? ]

w0, saturday

[foreverphantom]

[ he is at celebrations cashing in essek's coupon for a steak... ]

[doublefists]

[ buddy,

she comes in and just... sits down somewhere, staring at the ceiling. jesus christ. ]

[foreverphantom]

[ pauses mid-bite ]

You good?

w1, MONDAY

[doublefists]

[ rubbing absently at a glowing tattoo as she stares at the waterfall of nacho cheese in the history of murder museum. ]

That has got to taste horrible.

[ ... ]

Dare you to try it.

[foreverphantom]

Nacho cheese that kills is still nacho cheese. It can't be any worse than it already is.

[doublefists]

Yeah, but how long has it been here for, though.

w6, monday

[foreverphantom]

[ throws a dart uhhh they're in the combination science lab/medieval dungeon in terminal five, that's what i've decided.

and he's suckin on some of that sweet ass boba. ]

[doublefists]

[ fair vi does not know ANYTHING about these locations, she barely has looked anywhere.

peering at the boba. ]

What is that.

[foreverphantom]

...a drink. You want some?

w6, thursday

[foreverphantom]

[ i assume vi went to the first aid room at some point so while she's there getting patched up, dante just. walks in. scooches just enough to be at the opposite end of the room against the wall. and watches her. awkwardly. ]

[doublefists]

[ dante please

she eventually looks up after a while, once she's been patched up. she's covered in burns, bites, and claw marks... and her leg is so fucking busted, the bones are like, shattered. a beat. ]

You can stop staring, I'm not dead yet. [ her voice is rough and a little slurry, but she's doing her best here. ]

w6, SATURDAY

[doublefists]

[ it is time to come hang out hello dante... how we doing... ]

[foreverphantom]

[ he's just kind of confused and rattled honestly ]

What was that about?!

w7, monday

[foreverphantom]

[ staring at the new brochures by the baggage claim, squinting... ]

These are absolutely inscrutable.

[doublefists]

That's the other side for you. [ so, so fondly... ]

w7, saturday

[foreverphantom]

[ he's sniffling and wiping his tears away out on the flight deck. he's got a cup of ass boba beside him, as well as a shutterfly keychain ]