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And by answering 1x1's today I mean tomorrow because I'm sleeping the day away.
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Gonna try my best to answer 1x1's today!
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Finally got around to finishing the new season of BBC Sherlock. Oh Bollocks!
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When all you crave is ramen... but you've already eaten it for your last two meals!


Hi there! I am Aime (aw-EEE-meh) and I'm an addict to collabs and OC creation! I have a forum called 'My Personal Unfinished Business' if you wanna check it out. I'm currently doing some danganronpa rps while slowly working on rebooting my own rp 'Folly of a Felicitous Prince', check it out! It's like, 3:00 AM right now, so I might just be a litttttttle bit tired happy-go-lucky... but that's fine! Um... I suppose I should put some stuff about me right? Here ya go!

-I've been a roleplayer for over 8 years, but I do take hiatuses sometimes. If I haven't come on in a while, nag me about it! I'm trying to be good and not do like 60 rps at once.
-My characters usually have traumatic and dark backstories so don't be alarmed!
-I typically start my replies out freakishly long no matter who I'm roleplaying with. Afterwards, I match mine with how long my partner's replies are.
-I love adding a little bit of humor even if it's dark, but before doing anything too spontaneous, I promise to run it by you in OOC first.
-P.S. I love fluff! And yaoi! All the gay every day!

Most Recent Posts

-Ryuma Hitsugaya-

Ryuma brought his face away from the white-haired lioness and watched as she attempted to detach herself. Should he have really been worried of her killing him? Her strength was nothing compared to the Parkour Runner after all. All the curl ups he had done in the past made his strength far greater than hers and he'd be forever happy if it stayed that way. Large muscles on a girl was a bit strange anyway.

"Let you go? So what, you can throw another chair at me?" A spark of defensiveness rose up in him again, making it hard to keep his hand steady. But Ryuma was trying to prove a point, so he definitely couldn't falter. It didn't seem like he would have to control his will power for long though as soon she was looking embarrassed and ashamed. Hah! The boy hadn't had to do anything, she was getting a backwash of her own venom.

What continued to upset Ryuma is that the girl didn't apologize. She didn't have enough honor to meet his eyes! Her last words did nothing to faze the frustration coursing through his veins. With only a glimpse of movement, he pulled her arm forward and released it, causing the girl to fall into his chest. With his other hand he held onto her lower back to trap her against him, with Ryuma's newly free hand, he forced her head up with a finger hooked under her chin.

"Admit to your mistakes, it's cowardly to not look your injured party in the eye. Apologizing would be nice, but I wouldn't expect that from someone as proud as you." Ryuma's intonation grew sharp and full of scorn on the word proud. "Because if you don't..." His eyes grew harder as he stared into hers, a fire alit in them, "My revenge will be justified, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Ryuma stayed in that position for a few moments longer before releasing her and creating a great deal of distance away from her, preparing himself for any attack she may throw at him. "Just kidding! I'm just messing with ya..." The athlete set a chair rightside up and sat with his chest against the backrest. "So, both of us got kidnapped, there has to be a common thread somewhere. You don't seem to be from any hood I've ever seen and the only other thing I can think of is Hope's Peak. Either someone nabbed us 'cause they thought we'd make a good ransom or maybe they just wanted to do create a worse rep for the academy."

He scratched at the back of his cold neck, it felt clammy from his sweating earlier, "I'm Ryuma by the way. What should I call you Princess?"


-Naomi Fukuda-

As she stared up at the sky, a hair slightly shorter than the others flicked into her eye from the wind and Naomi let out a whine. The pain caused her to drop her head down to her chest and both of her arms reached to get the intrusive hair out of her eye. She had already noticed how irritating the wind could be, from the longer hairs tickling the base of her neck to her skirt getting caught awkwardly between her legs. Naomi didn't like the outdoors.

She really didn't like the outdoors.

After clawing at her face for a few moments, she finally got the opposing hair out of her eye, but it still stung angrily. She kept one hand covering it, hoping to let it water enough for the pain to subside, but there wasn't much point. Both of her eyes were watering enough by that point.

The girl only noticed the boy after that moment and shuddered. How could she have forgotten his and the other girl's existence so easily? She quickly took a few steps back, her hand still on her eye and the other held up in a defensive position. This guy was too relaxed, it seemed all too fake for Naomi to believe with absolute certainty. He hadn't hurt the girl on the stage, but that could be some kind of plow, or maybe the girl was working with him to fool her.

Her brain continued to downspiral into distrust and paranoia as the boy tried to talk to her. It was only the guy's move to sit, Shirou's, that got her to snap out of it.

He was like her, they all didn't know what was going on... Naomi's defensive hand started to fall limply until it rested at her side. She glanced back at the other girl and gauge her body language. The girl seemed shy yes, but also was willing to converse with this... bull of a man. Naomi, on the other hand, had no idea where she was except she was outdoors, so the worst place. She was nowhere near her adoptive parents, she was badly dressed in these sickening clothes, and the boy staring at her put her on edge.

But she also needed information, and she didn't have anywhere else to turn to, or that's how Naomi saw it. The girl took a few more steps back until she felt safe enough that he couldn't reach her even if he lunged, and then released the hand over her eye. A few tears slid down her face and the girls resisted the urge to rub them away. "You can call me Fuk- Nao." She grabbed at her arm to stop herself from fidgeting, "What do you know?"


The girl seemed peculiar to be sure, but then again, Hibiki had been expecting to find peculiar new students at the Academy, why would this unknown setting be any different? It had been peculiar enough already. Usually one would be unnerved by how joyous the new girl was acting, yet Hibiki's afflictions proved far greater than his lack of caution.

While a normal person would take a moment to react and respond to Lilly's handshake, Hibiki took another, his arm following Lilly's guidance instead of directly trying to slowdown the motion. Once she let go of his hand, it sluggishly moved back to his side, while his other remained above his glasses, the sun was really killer against his sleepy eyes.

The girl soon grabbed the person Hibiki had lazily ignored. While it wasn't like him to apologize directly, something inside him wondered whether the orange-haired boy would be annoyed at him. But that thought was soon replaced with Lilly's question. Did he remember anything? Yes. Did the Tutor remember anything after the entrance to Hope's Peak? No.

Hibiki glanced at the boy one more time to set the newcomer's face into his memories before closing his eyes. No one could fight the sun, better to give up the battle now. This wasn't exactly the right place to sleep, but Hibiki's small frustration meter grew at the thought of going about his day without a proper siesta.

Another brief opening of his eyes showed that both of the teenagers accompanying him seemed to have there arms spread. While Hibiki didn't know of this custom, he didn't want to appear rude and limply spread his arms out a small fraction, his arms bending deep at the elbows. Afterwards, he closed his eyes again and leaned his head to the side, not having the motivation to keep it straight up. "No. I don't... remember much." His hands soon fell and he sighed.

-Ryuma Hitsugaya-

And her next blow did come. Ryuma didn't know what kind of drug she was on, but her paranoia was through the roof. He took that moment to glance up to see the logged ceiling, trying to keep himself was doing anything drastic. But this was assault, right?

Why did he feel so ashamed right now? It wasn't like he had done anything besides self-preservation. The athlete felt like some husband that came home late after cheating on his wife, drunk, and his wife standing in the dark, with a bat. As she gets more animated, her voice gets higher and higher she repeats her same argument and becomes far too proud of herself. But this was a shemale he had never encountered before, let alone taken down the aisle.

Ryuma squatted down and swerved out of the way as another chair was aimed at his head... But it came nowhere near him. The athlete started to circle around the white-haired lioness, keeping his hands up as she threw chair after chair at him. Maybe she was more like a female praying mantis, if so, she wasn't allowed anywhere near genitals.

"Call them, let them know some gal is trying to bark me to death!" He still was in a defensive position and stared longingly at the door, but she now stood directly in his way. As she stared for the doors, Ryuma took a few cautious steps forward, only for her to turn around and get in his face.

Bossy much? She was really getting on his last nerve. Ryuma's mother had always told him to respect women, but again, she had tried to bludgeon him to death. With one swift movement he grabbed the inside of her extended forearm and raised it high. With his other hand he grabbed her last failed murder weapon, brought it up and threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces. "Look, I need you to shut up for a sec! Geez!"

Ryuma brought up his free hand to his head and slipped it down his face, sighing, "I don't know where we are, who you are, or why you're trying to kill me. I need you to calm down and think for a second. Why were we drugged and is there anyone else around?" He kicked at the broken chair, not wanting her to try and pick a piece up and use it as a weapon, then he brought his face closer, looking into her probably disgusted eyes, "Please?"


-Ryuma Hitsugaya-

Clapping and shouting rang through his ears along with the sound of someone's heavy breathing. It only took a moment from Ryuma to register that is was his breathing and that the crowd was shouting for him to lose. There was no such thing as an empathetic or sympathetic crowd. They wanted drama, they wanted mayhem, and Ryuma winning over and over again was boring them. His supporters were drowned out by the bloodthirsting crowd, waiting for him to slip up and break a leg. Or fall off the two-story bars, or for the ropes to slip through his fingers or-

Everything got much quieter suddenly. He heard someone moving around, but the shouting crowd was gone and the extreme vibration of his heart started to still. His back was against the wall and his head was hanging down onto the chest of his hoodie. It wasn't like him to sleep like that, as usually that would give make his neck sore. He turned his neck slightly side to side and flinched, it really was sore as hell! He could feel his heart beating hard against his chin and a cold sweat stuck some of his grayish white hair to the base of his neck. With a grunt, he raised up his head and started to peer through the slits some would call eyes.

Gray eyes peeked through and Ryuma's blurry vision picked out a figure standing in front of him. Kind of rude to not announce themselves or wake him up, right? Were they just watching him sleep like a creeper? His head and neck ached and his throat felt numb, but he still struggled to get his bearings, only to see the chair aimed at his head.

Adrenaline that had just been fading away punched through his psyche and Ryuma threw himself to the side, his feet and hands scrambling to find purchase on the ground and get out of the way of the chair's damaging wrath, or her wrath.

The loud bang of wood against cement resounded through the room.

Ryuma flipped his body so he could watch his aggressor, some shemale girl with a sick haircut and the look of pure drama queen. "Hey, what's the big idea?! Waking up people with a head trauma isn't the best way to go about it!" He slowly got up from the ground and dusted himself off. With a slight glance, he deduced that the chair somehow hadn't been broken from the impact and gave a smile, "Look hun, if you don't got the strength, braining me ain't gonna do ya much good."

Looking around gave the Parkour athlete a start, this didn't look high tech enough for Hope's Peak. "Now I'll be asking the questions, where the hell are we and why are you so bloodthirsty?" The boy really wanted to just turn around and bolt out of the room, but he didn't want to leave his back open for her next blow.

-Naomi Fukuda-

This was not the bed created for her. This was not the bedroom Naomi's parents had fashioned for their true heir and it couldn't have been no matter what timeline reality was in. Now, it would be more understandable if this was some park bench or something akin to it, but the Linguist had remembered walking into Hope's Peak and they wouldn't have let her sleep on something so poor... Or so she believed. The cement was cold and hard. And her back ached with a stabbing pain in her lower back. Her head was also pounding and the pain sparked memories that Naomi would rather forget.

Shuddering, she started to sit up, a hand to her head, not really able to understand the words being exchanged to her right. She blinked a few times, cursing at the light stabbing into her eyes as they adjusted to the light. When she could finally see, although with squinting eyes, she turned her head to the movement on the stage. There were two teenagers her age there, one sitting on the stage looking strangely petrified and another calm and collected moving towards her. While he did look their age, he looked to well built and a shudder went through her. Was he going to hurt that girl?

Naomi got up on her wobbly legs and started walking slowly backwards, glancing around her. There was a set of trees not too far away behind her and some voices coming from far away. All the small girl wanted to do was get behind a tree and regroup, but she was also worried about the girl on the stage. As she was backing up, her flats, which were not designed for the outdoors, slipped on the dirt dusted ground and she fell on her butt.

She let out a loud squeak before starting to get up, her throat feeling weirdly numb and scratchy. Were the hell were they? Naomi turned around and ran a few steps to bypass the rest of the benches before peering around again. Fence? An amphitheater? what...

"What the hell is going on?!"

Her hands surged up to cover her mouth after her involuntary outburst and she took another step back. Way to draw attention to herself. She didn't have a weapon and she was in the middle of god knows where... And... And! And no one could save her now.

Darkness. A scene that may look black, but was entirely devoid of color and yet filled with every hue imaginable. A void of nothingness and everything as well. This is what sleep meant for Hibiki. Cloaked in a blanket of the Abyss.

Something was making the back of his scalp itch and his throat felt numb and uncomfortable. Hibiki sleepily moved his hand up to scratch at his scalp, dragging his hand along the powder covered floor. Powder? That wasn't the most foreign concept to the Tutor, but definitely felt off. Why fall asleep so close to a black board? The blue-haired boy spread his legs out to feel for a blanket, but the only thing he felt was a leg of some kind of furniture. Hibiki shimmed on the floor until he could reach for the leg and felt cloth.

Needing to get more comfortable and away from the powder, he ripped at the cloth to use as a blanket or pillow. But it didn't give with only a simple tug. Tugging harder, it started to slide off but got stuck on some corner. With one last tug, he felt the cloth start to fall onto his legs, along with so much more.

The boy let out a grunt as an easel complete with a painting fell onto his midsection. It wasn't the heaviest thing in the world, but the shock forced Hibiki to open his eyes. With a start, he sat up and shoved the easel off of him. Dust covered his glasses and he hurriedly wiped them off on the cloth.

The room was mostly dark, but slits of light come through the shutters. The room was filled with tables full of arts and crafts, with a row of seats half-circled around the platform he was on. On one side of the platform was the easel that had fallen on him. Once the Tutor got up, he uncovered the cloth from the other easel to reveal an art piece made with dry pastels. No wonder his scalp was so itchy, he had been laying in the fall off powder.

He started to pat himself down of powder, causing a cloud to slip up his nose and Hibiki to start choking. Blinking back stinging tears, he wiped his glasses on his uniform and stepped off the platform. After giving the room a final look, he opened the door to exit the room.

Blaring sunlight forced the Tutor to squint his eyes to slits. He looked both ways before hastily backing up and closing the door most of the way. The outside had been blinding and now Hibiki's scalp itched, his eyes and head hurt, his torso felt uncomfortable, and his throat felt numb. Hibiki let out a sigh as he remembered the figure that had been moving outside the corner of his eye.

The Tutor groaned before exiting the Art Cabin once more. He brought a hand up to block the sun and peered at the girl standing outside the far cabin. The closer he got, the more her hair bounced light into his eyes, but that would hopefully soon subside. Hibiki himself must have looked rather strange, with his powdered covered hair and body and his very blue hair. With another sigh, the boy stepped forward.

As he passed by the middle cabin, he saw another boy, but was to lazy to drag him into the interaction. Once he got in talking distance with the skipping girl, he pointed to himself, then at the unknown girl, "I'm Hibki, you?"

While this entire situation had proven most interesting, the real oddity that Noah found most compelling was Denis Orlov. By the way the other Infinites were looking at the two at the beginning of the meeting, they didn't seem to have any real connection before this, or at least, that's what Noah assumed. Even though Noah hated assuming, but alas, he was the newbie. He had heard of the Infinite Spy's eccentricities and yet, Denis stayed stone cold silent throughout most of the exchange.

When he had arrived, it seemed like the Blonde had been through some hardship to acquire Thomas's items, but Noah couldn't seem to grasp why he was helping Thomas, this man who called himself the Ultimate Despair. Why did his actions seem so stressed, so forced? It shouldn't have been too hard to refuse the small teenager, yet Denis looked ashamed of his actions. And that was interesting in it of itself.

Alice Parker was another oddity as well, but Noah would have to contain his fascination with her until another time, or else his brain would be focused on too many things at once. Each trial gave her prison more of an opening, so this was the perfect gift at her feet. But Noah's attention span was already spread thin as is, with all the death threats and the strong need inside of him to get ahold of the Chemistry book and research the vial at once.

Faith did seem to be on the eccentric side. She was supposed to be a hostage in this situation, with a seeming explosive right next to her abdomen and yet she chose to call it a bluff. She did seem skilled enough with a knife, but Noah was much more worried about such a sudden loss of life so early in his arrival. Nitroglycerin! That was always a fun chemical to use.

Noah could only take a quick glance at the makeup-covered girl who had started the entire meeting before staring back at Denis, who had still not moved. The boy really hoped she took the time to clean it off every night and moisturize or else she would look much older than she was and have unhealthy skin. She seemed to have some kind of complex involving the white-haired Faith that didn't seem very realistic. If she really was a butcher, there was no way the others would let the Infinite Matchmaker go free. Jezebel Volcov was doing some emotional damage on the other girl, seeing as how she froze and started to break out into a sweat.

But he couldn't drag his eyes away from the Infinite Spy and his uncanny behavior. The boy hadn't moved and continually stared at the ground. What was driving him to show his neck?

Something did inevitably snap Noah out of his observations and make his eyes widen. Thomas looked as though he was going to bleed out soon and that would mean a body announcement, which he couldn't let happen. If this had been during the Night of Carnage, Noah would have resolved not to get involved, but he also didn't want Alice Parker out before his investigations were thorough and to his satisfaction. Both Thomas Herringson and Faith Lambert were wild cards that would speed the mastermind's plans ahead far too quickly. Wounds caused by Faith's knife along with some wound in the mouth leaked blood down Thomas's body, but the blood leaving his arms were a lot more harrowing.

The sudden explosion made it all the worse. Thomas Herringson was the Infinite Biomechanic, but he might not have the technology he would need to replace his hands. A quaternary wound like that would need to be covered, but the real question was why Thomas wasn't going into shock from his injuries. It didn't matter whether he was Ultimate Despair, Adolf Hitler, or otherwise, Noah would not let there be a trial.

The Infinite Biologist slipped off his white coat, flipped it over and ripped it in two at the seam. The boy didn't have any of his necessary equipment, but he was wearing extra layers. Everyone around him was too distracted by the death scenario and the small boy had to push and shove to get into the heart of the action.

"...We need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding or you'll die." He held out the coat separated into each hand. "I can't say why it is so important that you get ahold of the victim's notebook, but you should be alive to receive it."

By the way, this is Naomi, I wanted to show her off.

Name: Ryuma Hitsugami

Talent: SHSL Parkour

Gender: Male


Personality: Boisterous and bold, Ryuma has decided that life is short, so he should do whatever he wants, whenever he wants to. He tries his best to be a good person, but thanks to his brother's more devilish mannerisms, he's got a bit of attitude. Ryuma wants to have a good time and will do his best to bring everyone along with him, whether that means making them happy or angry. He's a good sport but loves competition and exercise is his thing.

Backstory: Ryuma grew up in a bad neighborhood with two older brothers, one being a half-brother, and his single mom. His brothers were both older than him by quite a few years and his eldest brother Ichirou left to be independent of the family when he was young. His mother was usually working all the time and he was mostly taken care of by his older half-brother Kouta. Kouta dropped out of his freshman year of high school and was often around the house while trying to get employed, but he couldn't hold onto a job for long.

Ryuma's family tried to help him stay positive and pursue his dreams, which were in sports. The problem was that sports equipment costed money, so he wasn't able to join any official teams. Instead, he found it fun to go around the neighborhood and climb anything he could get his hands on, even though his mother said it was too dangerous. When he got older, they moved far away where he heard about the tag games.

Tag games consist of two players, a chaser and a runaway, that would race against time in an extreme obstacle course for twenty seconds per round. After each round, they would switch and it was a great game to place bets on. He was always on a forever winning streak and gained attention from Hope's Peak Academy. Kouta, unfortunately, passed away of unknown causes, but he still wants to do his brother proud and finish his education even though Kouta never did.

-His favorite food is fried dumplings and sushi.
-He's a sucker for romcoms
-He's broken quite a few bones

Color: lightgray
Name: Naomi Fukuda

Talent: SHSL Linguist

Gender: Female

As a daughter of high society, Naomi usually wears collared, button-down shirts with pleated skirts or professional short dresses. She usually has the most recently trending professional long-haired styles for her hair, but now her hair is more of an asymmetric bob that looks as though it's been cut by office scissors. She's on the short side at only 5'3" and hates to be reminded of it.

Naomi was always known as a compliant and accommodating girl in her youth. She has given up many artistic passions in her life over studying and is secretly an extreme fan of art museums. After a past incident, she has developed Insomnia which leads her to be quieter when the topic of hand disinterests her, usually daydreaming. Naomi's attitude has changed over the years and will make sure she's never treated unfairly, even if her idea of fairness may be convoluted. She's a fan of different cultures but usually tries to shy away from the subjects as to not appear weak. Don't mess with her if you don't want to get into a match of whose bark is louder.

Naomi is the firstborn of an extremely prominent clan in Japan with her grandmother at the head of the family. While they originally followed mostly Japanese traditions, the westernization of the country led the family to switch to European styled mansions and accommodations. As a child, Naomi was brought up on her own with a long list of nannies, butlers, maids, and tutors, although her parents would come to visit her often enough to watch her progression as an intelligent heir. Naomi wished to gain approval of the adults around her and worked hard in her studies and mannerisms throughout her childhood.

But at the end of elementary school, her life made a complete one-eighty. After an incident occurred at her family's vacation villa, Naomi's studies started to become subpar. She seemed stressed to no end and developed an Insomnia disorder. At the command of her grandmother, Naomi was stripped of her heir privileges, with her younger sister taking her place, and sent to live with a far off branch family. She was shamed for her negligence, but Naomi still tried her best to bring her studies back up.

After only a short while of staying with her foster family, Naomi's work ethic shot right back up. Even though she went to a public school, her abilities in linguistics caught the eyes of many supports and she was given her talent title. But her grandmother ignored her, not wanting to admit she had made the wrong decision to excommunicate her from the main family. Naomi lived with the branch family for a few years and grew to love them more than her own biological parents.

Word of her younger sister's death came in during the summer before her freshman year of high school. The main family needed her back as the heir to the Fukuda family. She was separated from her branch family and put into her own personal mansion, waiting to for school to start as she stared out her luxurious window.

-Her younger sister's name was Maeko (deceased). They had a difference in age of two years.
-Her biological mother's previous occupation was a model.
-Her father has the highest position at their company even though her grandmother actually runs it.
I'll be making up a new character soon~ ^^ Thanks for the reserve~

Noah hadn’t gotten as much information as he had liked, but it was a start. The boy sat up from the hospital bed and looked down at his watch, it still was only 1:13 AM. No one would be up for hours, which meant new information would be scarce. Noah took a quick look at the handbook he had studied dutifully and switched to the map section. It hadn’t been very different from his own previous game, but he still wanted to find any dissimilarity that he could. After scrolling through the different floor plans, he decided to go have a look himself. The small Biologist stepped out of the bed, slipped on his clothes, and quietly let himself out of his room on the second floor.

It wasn’t too hard to move quietly as Noah already normally stepped as light as a feather. The more vibration on the ground, the more chance a beaker would fall and break, so Noah had tried to change his step accordingly. Of course, these countermeasures didn’t do much good when it came to his spatial awareness. He still seemed to run into tables and knock over piles of books in the Study, or run into one of the chairs in the waiting room of the first floor hospital wing. He had dismissed the vault and ‘Alice Parker’ for the moment, wanting to look into it with a fresh pair of eyes in the morning. As he wrote down notes in the notebook he found in the Store, he thought back to last night’s events.

After the words from Daimyon, the Biologist knew he wasn’t the only one who thought Juliette looked petrified. He had given the two new Infinites his introduction and then stirred the Horologist towards the break room with the Infinite Caretaker and Politician. There they had enjoyed a nice cup of tea and had gotten a quick summary of the killing game’s events from Cyrus. Noah went over the rules with Juliette, trying to read between the lines, but alas, he would have to hear everyone’s accounts before he could really understand what happened.

The Patient’s Quarter’s in both games were pretty much the same, but the ‘attractions’ were a bit different. The cave-like like structure called “Aladdin’s Palace” the most curious of them all. Noah took a quick scan of the normal amenity rooms and quickly finished up, noting that the kitchen was closed off during nighttime. The boy went back to his room and slipped inside, dropping off his coat and other apparel before hopping into bed. The room was dark, but not completely blackened. It was filled with experimental equipment and powders, almost identical to the room he had lived in in his last killing game. But nothing was rearranged, which meant any experiment he had been working on would have to be started anew.

When he woke up a few hours later to the morning announcement. He set an alarm on his watch and got up before heading into the shower. He would need something to wake him up and Noah knew the coffee would probably be awful compared to his own dabblings. After a quick shower, the boy did the bare minimum to dry off his hair and got changed before heading out for Juliette’s room. After using the Handbook to find her room number- or should it be letter? He arrived and gave the door a polite knock.

Noah was still worried about her. She hadn’t been injured, but her psychological state had been shot, turning phantom symptoms into reality. With the sleeping drug came fatigue, a slight inflammation in the throat, dizziness, and a bad headache. It was a wonder that the girl had been able to stay up as long as she had with those symptoms and almost having a panic attack. The Biologist was used to some of the symptoms and had come up with coping mechanisms, but a normal girl? That was just a horrendous combination. The boy would have liked to give a follow up to his examination but after last night... he might be pushing it.

The Horologist herself found herself having been awake for hours before the morning announcement, sitting at the small desk in her assigned quarters (thankfully the layout of Axis Mundi was much better understood after a debriefing the evening prior over tea) with an assortment of watchmaker tools and trinkets spread out before her. She had managed to get her wristwatch to work again (it required a little winding and a replacement battery, all of which was suspiciously provided in her chambers) and was in the midst of fixing her pocket-watch. As she did, she too reflected on the events of the evening prior.

The most memorable Infinite was Noah, for he was not only a new arrival, but someone who assisted her in understanding her surroundings. She had quickly scanned over the E-handbook and been dismissive of it, putting it away the first chance she got. She only pulled it up again when locations and rules were being mulled over and discussed. It wasn’t difficult to understand, but Juliette would do well to commit the rules and the locations to memory as soon as possible.

As for the most memorable event? It was when the Infinite Biologist had attempted a check-up.

“Good morning…” Juliette yawned, opening the door to face her companion from the evening prior. The tone of her voice turned the statement into a question, and though she looked better than the last time the two had spoken, it was now that the fatigue hit her like a truck and caused all her limbs to ache dully. Or perhaps the adrenaline had finally worn off.

“Good morning, Miss Juliette. How are you feeling? Hungry?” He took a short glance at the bedroom behind her, though the room wasn’t very illuminated. Mostly different clock components and the like. He gave the taller girl a smile, “I can smell the bacon from here if you’d like to join me for some breakfast.”

“...!” Immediately, formerly dull icy eyes lit up from behind black rimmed spectacles that she found in her room that were the perfect lenses. “Yes!” she interjected before catching both herself and her protesting stomach. “Please. Yes. Food…”
Again, her gut growled in firm agreement. If Noah would have noticed, she was dressed haphazardly, as if having woken suddenly and gotten to work right away and mindlessly. Still, it did not seem to bother her, even though her labcoat was inside out and a few buttons remained unbuttoned on the top of her blouse and just about revealed the lavender and lacy border of her b-
“...I would like that, yes. Thank you…"

It took a few moments of Noah’s head processing her attire to realize she might be embarrassed later by how she looked, “Miss- um, you might want to fix your clothes. First impressions are rather important and we’ll be meeting quite a few of our new colleagues so...” He coughed, “I’ll be out here.” He closed the door on her and stood in the hall. No one was really milling about, but he could hear sounds coming from the distant resort on their floor. Noah looked down at his own clothes and although they were rumpled, he hadn’t gotten into his chemicals so the coat still looked pristine and white.

“Mn…?” the Horologist was initially confused, but a look in the mirror provided enough of a jolt to wake her up, coupled with washing her face over again to try and cool the manic blush on her cheeks, because did she really just-
“Um. Thank you.” she reappeared out the door, looking more put together than before. She still wore the spectacles but was more presentable, for sure. “...let us go.” And that would be that, and she would pretend the former incident had never happened.

“Let’s~! I’m starving,” While his earlier attitude was a bit more analytical, now that everyone was awake, breakfast time would be perfect for getting to know everyone’s personalities. The Biologist started for the Diner along with Juliette and as they arrived they watched two Infinites leave. Trying to identify them by just their backs, Noah gave a quick glance at his Handbook, “I wonder where those two are off to...” He murmured, then grabbed for the Diner door.

When Noah opened it, a wave of delicious food brushed up his nose and even his own stomach growled. He could hear movement further in through the kitchen, but didn’t see too many of the infinites in the seating room itself. That’s when they heard the unforeseen announcement.

“They must be over there.” Juliette voiced her thoughts, almost as if having read Noah's as well. Of course, she was referencing the study for this so-called coalition meeting. But it was a curious decision to make between food and socialising. Since both were equally important, she offered up a suggestion, “Should we take our plates over to the study? Are we allowed to? It isn't far, I think.”

His stomach growled again, signalling support to her argument, “I suppose it won’t matter much, it’s not like the others probably have a say anyway. I’ll probably just make a breakfast sandwich out of what’s available and get going. Let’s hurry though! I want to hear what they have to say!” With that he hurried ahead of Juliette and into the kitchen.
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