deadtention | R1 DEADLAND

Maybe? Finding anything is honestly probably kind of a long shot, but if any place fits that description they gave us, I think it's this.

[ He doesn't know anything about this second encounter... ]

Yeah, if you want to come, I definitely wouldn't mind the company. And maybe you'll notice something I wouldn't.

[At first, Yoosung forces a two-second apologetic smile, because of course Mishima wouldn't have known to expect this. He certainly didn't, when they were in 'school' together, and it just kind of came out all at once... but the gesture he makes next stops his smiles and tears, leaving him with just his mouth hanging open in a moment of speechlessness. To be seen as "awesome" instead of a fool throwing away his life, like always. To validate him while sharing the comfort of his body temperature - yeah, it's just holding his hand, not much different from the handshake they'd shared before, but he has new eyes with which to view such a gesture. He sees the abyss in human contact he was supposed to have, should have had with her, and needs very badly now. Yoosung hiccups and his fingers wrap around it like a lifeline. He doesn't see how he could be awesome when he had lost so much, but the offering itself is precious. He might actually be a loser, and his submission the ultimate result of his stagnation winning out, but... he never was a "bad person," right? Maybe he can believe that much... or maybe not.]

I-I don't know... I think I was just desperate... I endured the pain but I didn't have any better ideas. If I'd been smarter... or tougher... if I'd tried to kill him then m-maybe it wouldn't have ended this way...If Grantaire was allowed to kill me for whatever the hell it was...

[then surely Yoosung could have at least considered getting his hands dirty, he means. What ways could he have saved her? What timelines could he have jumped into? If only... if...]

In the end, do you think my love carried over? Did I ... really do good... I just want to know that I wasn't worthless!

[ Mishima winces a little at that part -- if I'd tried to kill him -- and though he's not going to say it right now, because it would probably sound like a patronizing lecture and he doesn't know how to phrase any of it anyway, he's just really glad he didn't. It's a super old cliche, but it really does change you, even if the person totally deserves it, or even if it's their idea and they walk you through every step of it. It sucks, and he doesn't want Yoosung to have to deal with that on top of everything else. ]

Yeah. I'm sure she understood what you did for her, and how lucky she was to have someone who cared as much as you did. I don't think most people would have it in them to go as far as you did.

[ He looks at their joined hands and gives a supportive squeeze. He's got enough blood on his own for both of them.

God... he still really hates that Yoosung is here instead of back with home with his girlfriend, or anywhere but here, but he's also... really glad that he's getting to talk to him right now, even if it hurts. And he thinks maybe, right now, he's doing some good too? Maybe he's not completely worthless either, even without his website. ]

And I'm absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you're not worthless to me.

For, uh. Whatever that's worth.

I had a top hundred.

[He says this with... a surprising amount of seriousness, for Henry.]

Oh, did that only just open up here? I dunno, though, all my curses aren't all that effective here. But I guess I should see if that's changed now that I'm dead and all!

...I dunno about visiting the art room, though.

[Very late Monday night-- someone shows up. This time, those of you who've been here longer may recognize her easily while the newer ones may be confused. Because this isn't the version of Vivienne the first class is accustomed to.

She's doing a good job of sitting off on her own and-- well. Just quietly taking it all in.

It's. She's fine. This is fine.]

[ Okay, why does he have...a head... ]

How can you be so casual about it? What happened?

[Oh, Yoosung recognizes her, all right. That doesn't mean he's not confused though. What's she doing here, and looking like that? He thought she was a robot now... but maybe uploading your consciousness doesn't mean you don't still die and have a "ghost?" He's not sure what to think. So for now he'll just stare and then call out.]

Vivi... Vivienne! Is it really you? [if it's a trap he sure did just walk right up to it though]

[ Hollyleaf's a cat. She's accustom to late hours. So, of course. ]

It took you long enough, to show up.

Huh?

[ Mishima probably has less information on what happened with Vivienne after his execution than almost anyone. She wasn't here because this place was only for students that died, he'd figured. (So did something change? Did he somehow just miss her before?)

Seeing her face now gives him a familiar pang of guilt. She'd wanted to protect him, right? So, like everything else that had happened since, her death was... kind of partly his fault. ]

You weren't... here before, were you?

[ Admittedly, he wasn't looking very hard. ]

Mom!

[eve is Distressed]

[ .....waaait ]

[And from the Not Recognizing her crew - indeed, pretty much alone on the not recognizing her crew since Who Knows where Grantaire is - is an imposing figure with a narrowed golden eye.

Only a little, though. There are still mockrounders to meet, after all.]

And who are you?

[ ...yeah she had a feeling, that's who "megumi" was. ]

[ Sooo... he's been around? He's been doing an impressive job of keeping to himself, to this point.

But now he's here, and he's looking at a guy he remembers from when he was alive... who's holding a head. ]

... Friend of yours?

[ Aiden......... ]

[ Well, he definitely doesn't recognize this one... obscurities aside.

He does hear that whisper, at least. It's one that gets a brief lifting of this guy's eyebrows as he glances to the side. There's actually a moment of contemplation; should he stay or should he go? ]

Spiral King?

[ Because that's totally the right way to enter a conversation with someone who just died. Good one. ]

[ Does he sound a tiny bit upset? Whoops. ]

Vivienne? What happened?

[The consoling pressure compels Yoosung to look down at their hands, exhaling slowly. In any case, he was just reaching desperately - he knows why he didn't kill, because Saeran looked so much like his best friend, and even though he didn't understand what was going on with them, he was important to Seven. On some level, Yoosung was protecting him too. It's nice though, hearing it reaffirmed. He did better than most could have. That has to be enough for now... that, and being of worth to Mishima. After a summer of holding on to both of their laptops and obsessing over the many ways how he thought he let him down, yes, that definitely has value. Though he believed he was gone forever, now their bond is literally the most reliable thing he has to hold on to right now. The thought that he might feel the same way too, after all that they've come to share, is enough to bring a smile to his face that is sincere, if incredibly tired.]

I... I think it's worth plenty. We're all we have right now, right? [It's a 'we' that is broad enough to include whatever other dead are in this place, but he definitely also means it personally.]

Even if it's messed up like this... Mishima, I'm thankful we met again.

(( BELATEDLY AF his Permissions/Opt-Out is just over here! ))

[ He sure is putting a lot of effort into keeping to himself, except when bugging Yuuki...?

Up until now, it's been a matter of catching him just as he's heading back to his room. Though, feel free to spot him as he's making his way to the garden or quietly sitting on the floor in the hallway, writing... something. The second he notices someone approaching, said something is getting hidden via him slowly and casually flipping the paper over.

There's nothing too exciting with him, otherwise. He's kind of just... here, and unsure of what to do with himself. Or even what "himself" now equates to. ]

[ That first part gives Mishima some pause, because he still really wants to believe he can rely on Kurusu, somehow. He still thinks that if anyone manages to end all of this and fix things, it'll be him.

But... yeah. These are the friends who are here with him now -- Yoosung, and Aiden and Hollyleaf too -- and he's going to be a better friend for all of them this time, as long as they'll have him. He smiles back. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[ It's another second before he lets go of Yoosung's hand; then he finally takes the last sip of his hot chocolate -- lukewarm by now, and kind of powdery, so maybe "hot chocolate" isn't really the name for it anymore. He sets the mug a little to the side, and shifts in his seat. ]

Are you feeling any better?

[ Personally, Mishima has more of a headache than he did before, but he kind of feels better anyway. ]

...I really thought you were doing them, though. [ANOTHER. SIDE GLANCE. AT. THE HEAD. Apparently he can eliminate 'curses' as the reason for it. His change of location suggestion was honestly a lot about getting away from that thing. He's hoping if they move, he won't pick it up again. He doesn't want to look at that face, dead or alive.

Anyway, Yoosung's noticing that his voice got more serious (the goosebumps it gives him are a tip-off. His prey instincts have increased.) Not just about his staggering number of murder plans, but about the art room too... perhaps he should be more concerned. Even if Henry is acting the same as ever and treating his death like an anticlimax, that doesn't necessarily mean he's okay, right? But why would the art room be a sore spot. He doubts Oswald ever goes there.]

You don't like it there... Does it have something to do with the hallucinations?

[did she stutter]

Why is she here, like this...?

[Yoosung isn't thinking so far ahead as the future, as being fixed and set right... as of this moment in time, surviving day to day without hope or expectations is how he's learned to live. He's focused on what's in front of him. That doesn't mean he's giving up, but for now, believing in the others is far from his mind. After all, if he'd believed Seven would rescue him, wouldn't he be feeling even more despair right now? If anything, the dead should be figuring out what they can do for the living. What does "the other side of the school" mean... it's a mystery that needs to be solved.

Yoosung's headache is worse too. His eyes are sore, but have stopped leaking... he's used up all the tears that he had for today. But even though more has left his body than entered it, he feels a little less empty now. That's something.]

I'm beat.... but yeah, sort of. It was good getting that off my chest. I never thought I'd be telling someone about it.

[He'd either die or it would go without saying from the disfigurement he'd eventually wind up with. Maybe he'd write his last thoughts in a journal so she'd find them, thoughts of love. But life and death had other plans.]

[looking across the room at Mishima]

I thought you said her "mom" was Megumi?

[EEEEEEEEEEEXCUSE]

Whoa, hey. Hey, what the heck?

What're you doing here? That's not... What happened?

[ It's not like Yoosung had even had a chance to talk about this with anyone else when he hadn't even gotten the memories back until just now, and Mishima knows it, but it's still kind of a nice feeling, getting to be someone's confidant. He'd considered himself something kind of like that for Kurusu, but that was different, almost always about requests and targets. No one had ever opened up to him about anything that personal, because he'd never given them any reason to. ]

Do you want to just find the dorms and turn in after this? I mean, it's probably been a really long day for you.

[ He hasn't forgotten the reaction from the first time he mentioned that as an option though, so... ]

I... was thinking maybe we could be roommates this time, if you wanted?

[ Maybe that would help? Unless this Grantaire guy had been his roommate before, in which case maybe that wasn't the smartest offer after all.

(He still doesn't know the rooms are singles instead of doubles this time, please inform him...) ]

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