[ch. 4] tuesday evening, w/ dazai, evan & souji

[asswipe]

[Presumably after all of them have taken a power nap—

Veronica brings the book and the booze to Dazai and Evan's room. Specifically, she brings two bottles of wine as well as four cups because, well. Sometimes, you gotta be a little buzzed to be able to deal with this shit.

Once everyone is in the room and the book is laid out in front of them, she's going to gently........ cradle her face in her hands.]

Oh, god. What have we done?

[MISTAKES. THAT'S WHAT.]

Comments

[asswipe]

You licked one piece of evidence and that was one piece too many.

[She's scarred. Dazai now has to live with this reputation.]

But... I assume you're right, Souji. I can't imagine the colors being a coincidence. [Unless they're fucking with them, but. Still.] What if we ask it about someone's faction? Or their title?

[thesettingsun]

[GRUMBLE]

We could start by asking it a question that one or two of us know the answer to? So we can confirm whether it works or not.

[sanguinairy]

We could ask it about Natsuo-kun?

[Since all of them know his faction and title now, at least... And after a second of consideration:]

--You didn't notice anything about it changing when you were holding it, right, Evan?

[He's assuming not since all of them were FLEEING IN TERROR, but still.]

[selfinserting]

Right. Um, you can add any questions that might help, but to start with...

[He nods, taking the orb in both hands and looking down at it.]

What is Natsuo's faction?

[asswipe]

[A beat.

And when absolutely nothing happens:]

... Well, that was a bust. What about, um, what's Natsuo's title?

[thesettingsun]

[And while Veronica's asking it stuff...]

If this doesn't work, we could try cracking it open.

[sanguinairy]

I don't think that's any better of an idea than licking the vial.

[DON'T LICK THE VIAL, DON'T CRACK THE ORB LIKE AN EGG.]

[selfinserting]

I, I agree with Souji. We shouldn't break or lick anything...

[asswipe]

[NOTHING HAPPENS, OF COURSE. Besides the Three Stooges being the Three Stooges, anyway.]

Hey, are you trying to get me to throw my shoe again?

[thesettingsun]

Okay, okay, we won't break anything. It was just an idea.

[...clings more to Evan. Like halfway in his lap.]

[sanguinairy]

[They're doing their stooge-y best!

...In any case:]

--Would the two of you like a little space?

[He's probably joking, at least.]

[selfinserting]

...No? We're, um, we're fine. Also, please don't throw your shoe at anyone.

[But somehow, he's not as mortified by this as he would normally be. The urge to cuddle is Real!!

All the same, to Dazai:]

Maybe you should, you should not be as... close...