[pcs] closet sleepover (nhs, jin ling, beau, hunter, 45, ash)

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[ alright well like two seconds before the doors close beau comes in carrying nie huaisang - probably with jin ling trailing her. beau looks absolutely furious, jaw clenched and face paler than normal.

she deposits nie huaisang down on the floor against the wall probably a little harder than she should and stands with her hands on her hips, staring down at him. go on. explain yourself. ]

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[nie huaisang is. fine. he's fine.

he's got his hands pressed over his ears like he's trying to shut something out, fingers tangled into his hair, a huff of breath forced out of him as beau just drops his ass on the ground and gives him that Look. he doesn't move at all, just kind of slumps against the wall and doesn't seem to be able to pick himself back up.]

I was just trying to-- I thought it would help if... I didn't think I'd get stuck! Just say something, I can still hear it-

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What did I literally just tell you?! [ beau says loudly, right under the top of her lungs. ] Didn't I just fucking tell you not to put yourself in danger? I've been looking for you for hours! I could fucking kill you myself, I can't believe -- !

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It wasn't dangerous-!

[says the guy who looks too exhausted to move. yeah.]

I told you where I was going, I didn't think the room would... you don't hear anything, do you?

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It could've been! It could've been really dangerous, because you've been missing! You can't go off and do this shit by yourself, I don't care if you fucking told me or not -- [ a pause, and then: ] I - what? No, I don't hear anything.

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[ hey nhs, beau's less angry now so she's coming over to sit down next to you. hi. ]

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[cool, he'll be here, he literally cannot go anywhere else. he does look up to her a little uncertainly.]

...Beau.

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[ she leans against him and rests her head on his shoulder. her hair is down, tangled and covering the mask part of her face. ]

Sorry. I didn't mean to flip out on you.

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I know.

[he can't really blame her for being angry, honestly...

the edges of his mask, as usual, tint a little pink as she makes contact, and stay that way.]

NOTES TIME

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[good morning some of us are gonna be real fucked up but let's. write down our effects and compare.

if someone's not responding just let us all know here also!! but the idea is to compare notes all at once after everyone participating has written it down.]

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[ beau doesn't respond at first. she's - busy. she's very, very quiet. ]

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[HONESTLY YEAH HE EXPECTED THIS.

he gets his own written down first, and then he's here to just. wrap an arm around her. he'll get her response from her once she's, like, functional.]

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[ she eventually writes something down, slowly - gingerly. it just says: ]

perfume smell.

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[nie huaisang's writing is pretty bad today, but his note says there's a very strong perfume smell! fun. he'd like to go somewhere else soon.]

[goldpeony]

[He picks up the pen oddly and jots down something about the perfume-y smell in kindergarten handwriting.]

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[he frowns slightly at jin ling, then just sort of. reaches for one of his hands. let him look.]

[goldpeony]

[Out of reflex, he snatches his hand close to his chest and out of the way, giving Huaisang a sort of wide look behind the mask.]

What?

[voidbreaker]

[ staring from the corner of the giant closet ]

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[ ash holds the pen a little gingerly, and adds "perfume smell" to his own note ]

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[He winces slightly as he writes, but he's jotting down something about the overwhelming perfume smell.]

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You too-? Ah- don't show the note yet, but your hands...

[holding out one of his own, with singed fingietips. what the fuck, y'all.]

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[He holds out his hands! And he sure does have singed fingertips as well.]

What could have happened...?

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[ wakes up. frowns.

jots down something- it's done very hastily and anyone who's seen her handwriting before might note that it's a little sloppy. ]

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[the gang is all here... considering everyone else has turned up with fingie trouble, well.]

Miss, um, 45-- is that how you'd prefer to be addressed? Did the same happen to you...?

[holding up a hand with burned fingertips... how are your hands doing.

also now that they can all compare what'd she write down!]

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[ she wordlessly raises a hand and yeah, it's. singed. no burnt flesh smell here, just perfume and whatever the hell burnt silicone + whatever else robot skin is made of smells like. ... not that a lot of present company outright knows she isn't human, do they?

her note reads alcohol and fragrance.

it can't even be good perfume, can it. anyway, after demonstrating: ]

At least one person here has nicknamed me Aki. You can call me that if it's easier.