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      OBLOMOV.      

oblomov.
netzach.

❝ Now or never! 'To be or not to be!'"—Oblomov raised himself from his chair a little, but failing to find his slippers with his feet at once, sat down again. ❞

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weekend 0, friday!

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[ fei du has never, in his entire life, been in a bowling alley, so when he enters this establishment in his slow exploring of this new city, he just kind of stops at the door and takes it all in, eyebrows just briefly raising... this sure is a lot...

where's netzach whats he up to in this bowling hell ]

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[he's poking around the venue, in no real hurry... he seems about done with an initial inspection, which he concludes with a sigh as he slumps into a seat at the closest table.]

I didn't think being dead was going to come with being sober, man...

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[ help

this makes fei du laugh when he overhears it, because he can't help it. ]

Tell me about it - what I wouldn't give for a glass of wine.

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Or at least a beer.

[he rests an arm on the table, propping his head up on one hand. the other arm is just lazily draped across the tabletop.]

I haven't found anything.

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[ ah... a kindred spirit. he comes to lean against the table, sticking his hands in his pockets. ]

Maybe whenever those barriers lower, we'll find a bar. For now, it seems the entertainment here is PG-13 at best.

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Ugh...

[this is the woooorst.]

Dunno why we have to suffer if we're already dead.

week 0, monday!

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[ sweats in moving hell god

ANYWAY we're here! it's a park! a playground! a single tree. fei du is here with a coffee in his hand, looking the playground equipment up and down. ]

Nostalgic, isn't it?

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Is it...?

[huh. he takes a minute to look the park over, brow slightly furrowed as he sips at the bottle of beer in his hand.

...maybe it is. he's not sure yet.]

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Honestly, only in an objective sense. I can't say I spent much time on playgrounds as a child.

[ don't sound so cheerful about this. anyway: ] I see you got your drink?

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If I did, I don't really remember it.

[he shrugs! that's probably not important anyway, in the scheme of things.]

I got some from one of the Reapers, though.

w0 wednesday looks at these threads i mostly abandoned moving is hell

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[ sweats

on this fine wednesday after the mini event, fei du is sitting in the park - he's got a green jacket draped over his shoulders, and no longer looks so much like a wet cat, though he does look a little... well.... he looks relaxed? who knows.

like a content cat. he opens his eyes when someone comes by, though, and tilts his head a little, voice a little looser than usual. ]

Netzach. [ with a smile. ] Hello.

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Hey. How's it going?

[netzach has Not cleaned up-- he still has paint smears on him, though they're likely almost all dried, and he's still finishing one last slushie he wandered off with. he takes a seat right next to him, happy touch week.

from this close it's a little clearer his pupils are kind of dilated, so. there's that. he doesn't really seem much more relaxed himself, though, but mostly because that'd be hard to manage when he's already usually lying around somewhere...]

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[ hm

isn't that weird because. well. it's hard to tell with fei du, because his eyes are pretty dark, but... it's almost like he's the same? he does not move netzach away from him or ease out of the way, because once again, it is touch week, and just tilts his head back against the equipment he's sitting on.

... ] ...It's been a strange afternoon. You?

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...definitely better.

[he's certainly more content than he's seemed to be since he showed up here, after spending all that time painting. if he's not being nudged away, though-- excuse him while he settles in comfortably.]

Like they read my mind.

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[ a beat. ]

...how so?

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I was gonna ask if I could get some paint for our base anyway, so...

[he has been Very pleased with the day.]

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I see. [ well, that makes sense. he rubs at his face a little with one hand, under his glasses. ]

You've got a hand for artsy stuff, don't you?

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Mhm. I'm the Patron Librarian of the artsy books and all, so...

[the laziest little jazzhands you ever did see.]

How'd yours go?

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I see - cultured.

[ uh huh. vibing. ]

Mm... well enough. Luo Wenzhou did most of the hard work. [ all fei du did was dick around and drink slushies. and painted a little but that's besides the point. ] There's not all that much that can be done for a warehouse.

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If you say so.

[is he cultured? debatable. but he'll take it.]

They're a little hard to cover, yeah... and the inside still needs work.

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"Work" is putting it generously. Do you all at least have beds?

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Do you guys...?

[they definitely don't have beds]

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Well, I do, but maybe not in the traditional sense.

[ it's wenzhou. ]

The Ikea is a lawless land.

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Yeah, it seems like it is. So far we've got a chair.

[just

singular chair]

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[ wow ]

For all of you?