MOLLY

[frostythehitman]

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w0, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ we are at the TITTY TYPHOON. except bucky hasn't gone very far in! he's distracted by the plaque at the door. ]

...who the hell is Nagito Komaeda?

[headmt]

[ holding his chest in shock. ]

Why, a very good friend of mine. Glad to see them honored here in such a way.

[frostythehitman]

Know why he named it the Titty Typhoon, then?

w0, friday

[frostythehitman]

[ we are at the council where will's body was found! Bucky is sitting against a rotting ship wall with a bottle of whiskey beside him, looking like shit. some holes may have been punched into the wall. ]

[headmt]

[ well, taking a look at the whiskey, then at the wall holes, and then at bucky. tilting his head to the side. ]

Not feeling too wonderful about it myself.

[frostythehitman]

[ huffs a sharp laugh. ]

I'd pummel you to a pulp if you did.

w0, sunday

[frostythehitman]

[ looking around at the clinic... ]

So this is the clinic that Komaeda guy runs...

I guess it's handy that we have it available right here.

[headmt]

[ LOOKING AT THE FLOOR with some trepidation. ]

... Convenient day for it, aye.

[frostythehitman]

...what is it? [ looks down at the floor too ] It's just the floor pattern, it's not real blood.

[ tries smearing his boot across the red part of the floor to no avail, in demonstration ]

w2, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ he is at the aquarium, staring at the fish gacha begging him to stick a hand in its mouth. that's it, that's the starter. ]

[headmt]

[ immediately sticking his hand in the mouth. ]


[ making a face like he's going to start shrieking in pain, then starting to laugh, pulling his hand with the fortune out. ]

Nah, I'm just fucking with you.

[frostythehitman]

[ molly did really have him going there for a sec, tensing like he's going to have to jump in and wrestle this stupid thing for molly's life

instead he stares at the fortune ]

Wow, you really just went for it, huh?

What's it say?

w2, saturday

[frostythehitman]

[ he has bandaged up his fingers and is now in the mansion kitchen, nominally to eat something after a long, difficult trial, but instead he is just. leaning against the fridge with his forehead pressed right up against it. ]

[headmt]

[ putting a hand on his back? affection week. ]

Sorry.

[frostythehitman]

[ allows it. he sags a little bit under the touch. ]

Nothing you did.

w3, tuesday

[frostythehitman]

[ sometime before bucky's insanity...wherever we are, it doesn't matter anymore, because a trapdoor opens beneath the both of them, throwing them into a memory... ]

[headmt]

[ its fine we all go through bouts of public insanity. molly just tends to ignore them once we are in the safety of a beautiful pc.

anyway this memory is sad as hell! it's really awful. there's concepts molly doesn't quite understand, at least from the ye olde perspective, but it's all easy enough to get the point of it.

reaching over to put a hand on his arm (flesh).]

You alright?

W3 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[ molly can be found drinking heavily in the titty typhoon. yay! haha! yay. ]

Fuck.

[frostythehitman]

No kidding.

[ he has skipped the glass and is drinking straight out of the bottle now. ]

I almost prefer the damn trials.

W5 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[ in the soft cure, tilting his head while he examines the beaver poster that so boldly claims "YOU'RE DOING GREAT." ]

I don't know that that was worth reading. What do you think? Doing great?

[ please dont be cursed right now ]

[frostythehitman]

[ jingles cowboyly into the room--

(no) ]

The best I can offer is that I'm doing.

W6 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[ he is drinking heavily by the pool, which seems like a good and safe combination. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ oh, fucking mood, buddy. bucky spots him out there doing this and decides to join him, bringing over his own glass and accompanying bottle of booze ]

W7 - MONDAY

[headmt]

[ i dont know where he is. poking around the new space maybe. ]

Lively around here again!

[frostythehitman]

[ nods ] Even moreso than it was when we had a full house. Better than the alternative, I guess, though.

[ as they poke around the new space, Bucky spots this on the wall. ] Jesus Christ.