it's still an apartment. his new place is still an apartment, but now there's multiple rooms. there are doors for a bedroom and a bathroom, though peering into the bedroom itself there seems to be a large kind of jungle theme going on there with some fake greenery, a little pond, a cat tree, food bowls, etc. there’s another room, but…the door is soot-sprite sized. there is no other door just yet which means this door remains closed. there’s also a door for a coat closet, a bathroom, and a laundry room. to the left of the door is the kitchen with standard appliances.
in the main room itself there’s a large blue pull-out couch that’s been piled with a few blankets and pillows, likely where riff slept last night. the walls are framed with vinyl records, posters of bands, games, and things he might like, and the wall directly across from the entrance by the window and his desk is a chalkboard wall. there are a few things written on it, mostly lyrics or little doodles, but he’ll see one drawing with a phrase scrawled next to it: it’s always the darkest under the lighthouse. close by, there's we see you and elsewhere there's a few ocean waves drawn in different chalk with the words: feeling, deep inside your ocean, searching for the air to breathe, fear is nothing but an illusion, lead your own way and believe it. elsewhere, there's what looks like the crosswalk from outside, five different sections, and the words: don't let your head get to your heart
there’s a tv hooked up with a projector and with his game systems, and extra seating in the form of a couch. there’s also the desk with his computer and a few little knickknacks on it, including the golden shiba, the green elk and the pink fox on a shelf above the desk right in eyesight. there aren’t as many clocks, but there are a few things on the wall as mentioned, including the marine clown portrait and a few artsy pieces. there are also a few sound panels on the wall, his blue electric guitar on a stand and propped in the corner.
and riff himself is in the kitchen putting something in the fridge, but he looks up when he hears someone enter.]
Yeah, hence the onigiri. [it's small, easy, and one-handed without effort.] ...it's weird. We should be happy that we're catching at least one culprit per week, but there's too many other things wrong with the picture.
I said should, not that I agree with it. But you're right. It's not really fair to anybody, and especially when it's totally possible there's still people running around that got away with this. They might be hurting and we won't even know until it's too late.
No way to know, and no way to heal them unless we get really lucky with the gumball machine. [Which is, hm, bad.] Is that truly the only way to get our hands on something that could save those people...?
...I don't know. I think it's something we just have to keep looking into, see what other options might be available to us and figure out what to do with them from there. It can't be, but I don't know as much about it as I want to right now.
That would make the two of us... I suppose there's whatever was used to spare Percy the other week, too. But we don't know who was responsible for that, or what method they used.
...I think that it was likely a method we won't be able to replicate again, and that whoever used it was someone who wanted to do the right thing. We can't count on it, but we can be glad for it.
There's always a chance something new will come up instead. We just have to think and maybe the prism will listen.
Maybe. Though the Prism isn't always keen on listening to what we truly want. [...] But if that miracle was really a once in a lifetime deal, then... What's gonna happen if the refracted make it out of their execution alive?
I think it's been a pretty proven pattern so far, but...even patterns have anomalies. There may be a time the executioner doesn't win, but I don't think that'll happen at this point if things go the way they have been.
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it's still an apartment. his new place is still an apartment, but now there's multiple rooms. there are doors for a bedroom and a bathroom, though peering into the bedroom itself there seems to be a large kind of jungle theme going on there with some fake greenery, a little pond, a cat tree, food bowls, etc. there’s another room, but…the door is soot-sprite sized. there is no other door just yet which means this door remains closed. there’s also a door for a coat closet, a bathroom, and a laundry room. to the left of the door is the kitchen with standard appliances.
in the main room itself there’s a large blue pull-out couch that’s been piled with a few blankets and pillows, likely where riff slept last night. the walls are framed with vinyl records, posters of bands, games, and things he might like, and the wall directly across from the entrance by the window and his desk is a chalkboard wall. there are a few things written on it, mostly lyrics or little doodles, but he’ll see one drawing with a phrase scrawled next to it: it’s always the darkest under the lighthouse. close by, there's we see you and elsewhere there's a few ocean waves drawn in different chalk with the words: feeling, deep inside your ocean, searching for the air to breathe, fear is nothing but an illusion, lead your own way and believe it. elsewhere, there's what looks like the crosswalk from outside, five different sections, and the words: don't let your head get to your heart
there’s a tv hooked up with a projector and with his game systems, and extra seating in the form of a couch. there’s also the desk with his computer and a few little knickknacks on it, including the golden shiba, the green elk and the pink fox on a shelf above the desk right in eyesight. there aren’t as many clocks, but there are a few things on the wall as mentioned, including the marine clown portrait and a few artsy pieces. there are also a few sound panels on the wall, his blue electric guitar on a stand and propped in the corner.
and riff himself is in the kitchen putting something in the fridge, but he looks up when he hears someone enter.]
...hi Nogiku.
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She continues to be impressed that they managed to give the residents somewhat coherent accommodations. Amazing.]
Riff-san. [Hello.] Did you just finish eating...?
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Kinda. I was just sorta looking...do you want anything? I have some onigiri left.
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No... That's alright. To be honest, it's hard to work up an appetite right now.
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It feels like putting a beloved animal out of its misery, over and over. Painful, and depressing.
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There's always a chance something new will come up instead. We just have to think and maybe the prism will listen.
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[She seems pretty doubtful of this, but she nods nonetheless.]
For our sake and yours, I hope you aren't mistaken about that, Riff-san.
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