WELCOME.

[lockdownmods]

[ You've had a long two weeks. Perhaps you've been pushed to your limit, perhaps not--either way, you all deserve a break. Jax is your driver, and he seems to be doing okay with the whole driving thing, despite braking a little too hard.

Aside from that, the ride to your new housing, is...interesting. You've gotten to see some of the outside world. The city is just as hi-tech as the university with buildings of varying sizes lining the streets. It definitely feels like a busy city, though there aren't many people out and about on the streets despite there being so much to do and so many things to see.

Weird, considering it's still daytime.

Around twenty minutes pass, and then you notice that you're travelling outside of the city. It's a long road that seems to go on and on. There are smaller houses now, farms and fields...

In any case, you have time to sing a handful of karaoke songs, talk to your neighbor, take a nap--whatever you feel like doing. After around an hour of travel, the bus approaches some sort of wall. It's high, and looks similar to the wall that surrounded Fayflower University. Jax rolls down his window, seems to scan something--and then the walls slowly open.

He drives in, and you're greeted with a colorful assortment of houses. They're also quite large. Jax parks the bus on the road in front of them before he lets you all out. ]

You're all assigned to the Magenta house, the one on the far left. You can do whatever you want from here on out; just don't mess with anything you shouldn't be messing with.

[ Interpret that however you'd like to. Maybe you'd like to talk to Jax. Maybe you'd like to settle in. Or...maybe you'd like to explore. ]

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[niugen]

[ Nine has always been a guy of little words, saying nothing more than nevessary. Maybe that's why he didn't speak up as they were herded off from the execution to the bus— it had nothing to do with the warmth of Twelve's hand entwined in his own surely. Sherlock's death, Mishima's unwanted "sacrifice", Oswald, Vivianne-he just wanted to ignore and forget it all. So for the bus ride here, that's exactly what he did. He was always selfish, what's indulging in another vice on top of all the rest?

The hard stop when they arrive at their destination is enough to break him out of his indulgence and all at once he's up and moving (letting go of Twelve's hand for the first time in hours). He finds a room for them easily enough, throwing down his backpack on the bed and sits down. His thoughts threaten to drown him like they did earlier, though these are more like pounding waves than letting the ocean lap gently over his head. Eventually (it's fortunate that his partner is this patient), he speaks. ]

Twelve. We can't let that happen again.

[ Late at night Nine can be found in the game room, setting up a chess board. From the looks of it he might be expecting someone as the pieces aren't in their starting position. But if you hang around long enough you'll see that no one comes to join him and he remains sitting there stone-faced. Weird. ]

[starswink]

[Chess moves... but no chess player? Yoosung was once That Guy who joined every club for a week and then quit for another, so he recognizes at least the starting moves enough to know that this isn't right. Hmm.]

Are you still playing that?

[lifandi]

[Twelve is a man of too many words, as Nine might tease some days, but he has stayed more or less silent since the executions had started. The most he’s said were barely there platitudes, “excuse us” and “pardon me” and “oops sorry about your foot”. Once they’re seated, Twelve just leans into Nine’s side, leaves him to his silence, and let’s the quiet sounds wash over him. If he zones out and doesn’t focus, he can pretend there aren’t a couple colors missing, most of all that cool blue he knows better than anything else. This is okay though, the blue always comes back, through thick and thin it always returns.

When the bus screeches to a halt, he’s only marginally more prepared than Nine. The cacophony from the brakes was hard to miss for him. It’s easy to then fall into step with Nine as he finds the most strategic room. When Nine heads to the bed, Twelve checks and makes sure the door closes behind them and that there were no immediate cameras—what a cherry on the top of an awful day that would’ve been, if there were any.

Twelve drops next to Nine before he responds.]

No, we really can’t. It was too... messy.

[emotionally, physically; bad memories and unfortunate circumstances, and very very much out of their control. They haven’t been so out of depths like that since they found their ability to stand alone together.]