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week 0; monday

[booksleeves]

[Monday evening, Susato is poking around the kitchen, taking stock at some of the ingredients. She's brought a few new ingredients from the local grocery store.]

[perfectdistance]

[ Nero is back with a few fresh caught fish. ]

Using the kitchen?

[booksleeves]

[Wow! The fish!]

Did you catch those, sir? Well done!

[perfectdistance]

Yup. Didn't think I'd need to go fishing but here we are.

Want some?

week 1; saturday

[booksleeves]

[After trial, she can be found in the solar, sitting and writing in her notebook.]

[perfectdistance]

You keep good notes, Miss Susato. Helped a lot.

[booksleeves]

Thank you.

[She will allow this compliment, bowing her head.]

I am a judicial assistant - it is my duty to keep meticulous notes.

[perfectdistance]

That means... you're familiar with trials, right? Is this really the way they usually go?

week 2; monday

[booksleeves]

[Susato is in the garden on Monday, examining some of the unusual plants and considering them in comparison to her recollection of other plants she's seen. She'll smile when she sees Nero.]

Good morning. A decent change of pace, isn't it?

[However, as she says that, she bends to pick up a shard, a memory plays.]

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Ye-

[Disce at his feet in her cat form, sniffing the new and interesting plants. And then the memory hits. Every time, it's disorienting to be standing as a harbor, to do something a little sketchy... but she's doing it for a friend, isn't she?

Doesn't that make it okay?]

... Sometimes it's gotta be bent a little.

[booksleeves]

Oh.

[She touches her face, slightly embarrassed by the memory.]

Perhaps, though I'm still not certain of that.

[perfectdistance]

Your friends [is Sholmes her friend] seem to agree.

week 3; tuesday

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[Susato can be found out and about exploring the markets on Tuesday. When she sees Nero, she'll stop and smile at him.]

. . . Hello, there.

[perfectdistance]

[Disce has decided mole form is coolest and is perched on his shoulder.]

How's it goin'? Find anything interestin' so far?

[booksleeves]

[Ryutaro is in bird form, perched on her shoulder.]

. . . I'm looking for some medical supplies I can buy cheaply. In case anyone else is hurt.

How are you, Mr. Nero? Are you recovered at all?

[perfectdistance]

I got some gems from that underwater thing. Don't mind puttin' them towards that.

[A slight nod.]

Talked to a Watcher 'n I'm mostly healed now. Wasn't worryin' ya, was I?

w3: Sunday

[perfectdistance]

[He stayed for all of trial. Was that right? Was it fair?

Is any of this really fair in the end?

It's hard to stay in once place after that, and he'll meet Susato on her own walk. He looks for a moment, like he wants to walk off somewhere else.]

... Are you alright?

[booksleeves]

[It's hard for her, too. When he comes upon her, she's out somewhere in the desert, leaning against a building, looking as though she's trying to catch her breath or stop herself from being ill. Or having a panic attack, maybe.

She glances up when she sees him, and there's a look of recognition that replaces the trapped animal expression. Ryutaro is curled up beside her, a small circular hare, shaking.]

. . . Mr. Nero.

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[He's seen that look before, and he's been in a similar state of mind. His expression immediately shifts to concern, pulling out some water from his bag.]

Do you need anything?

week 4; friday

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[She will come to see him after the initial healing has been done, bringing some soup and tea from the tavern.]

Mr. Turner?

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[He's slowly making his way to the door, Disce curled up on the bed and completely unwilling to move at the moment.]

Miss Susato?

[booksleeves]

I've brought you something to eat.

w7: Saturday

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[Nero is near the tree of knowledge, staring at their work.

Looks pretty good.]

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[A little later, Susato will come and find him.]

There you are! [. . .] It did turn out well, didn't it?

[perfectdistance]

Yeah, it did.

[Way better than he was expecting, if he was being honest.]

They're still alive.

[Just without their angelic sides.]