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[tayori]

Who: Yu Narukami
Broadcast: nada.
Action: Marsiva hospitality deck.
When: backdated to 6/17, all the way up to the shuffle.

( when he first comes round to consciousness again, there's an immediate feeling of wrongness. nothing feels right; the chill still lingers, shivering through him in tiny little tremors as he pulls himself into a sitting position and rubs a hand over his face, internally pulling at the strings of his memory to recall what had come before.

this isn't the plane – and this most certainly isn't his home back in the city. well, there's one thing to try that might give him a clue as to what precisely is going on, and it certainly goes to show the things he's gone through if his immediate thought is to try to drop from his own reality onto the astral plane which, strangely enough, had come to serve as more of a home than he's willing to admit.

( it had been easier for him and yosuke to meet there than it would have been for either of them to travel. with the added bonus of time stopping for both of them for the duration. )

we could go into great detail about the attempt at dropping from reality – how it should have been effortless, how he should have found himself staring at a starry floor instead of the muted surface beneath his feet – but the long and short of it is simply that it doesn't work. he remains sitting on his cot, blinking at the floor, his hands as they remain curled around his knees, brows furrowing above gray eyes in confusion.

and then in brief fear.

if this isn't the plane, then where –?

where is yosuke?

where is the rest of the team?

… what's happening?

it's then that he stands, pushing his hair out of his eyes, and takes a look around. the communication device goes ignored, for the most part, in favor of the massive windows all around him, giving a more than decent view of the even more massive void beyond them. space, he's used to. space, he can handle – which, what does that say about past experiences, hm?

it's the flickering television screens around him that give him immediate pause, uncertainty. a niggling little voice in the back of his mind insists that this could very easily be the beginning of another venture into the tv world – even if it doesn't have the same feel to it. it feels different, of course it does, and none of it even comes close to the horrifying familiarity of where his friends had been forced to face and accept the worst parts of themselves.

yu breathes out a small noise, mouth pulling into a thin, firm line. well. he isn't going to find any of those friends if he doesn't start looking, right? right.

and thus, the search begins. )

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hey partner ♥

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ Yu won't have to search too far.

Yosuke's sitting in a far corner, near one of the massive windows, absently staring out of it as he throws his communication device from hand to hand. He's already been here for a while, and it's still incredibly unsettling. He's not sure what's worse - the waiting, the inevitability, or the questions that are still completely unanswered.

There's supposed to be some sort of... shuffle? Something, someone said. It means off of this ship, even if it means onto a new one. Maybe there'll be more answers there. But in the meanwhile, what is he supposed to be doing? Not like there's much to see in this place that he hasn't already seen. And that? Means boredom. So here, we have boredom, plus nervous energy, plus a lack of any plans, and he's just so unsure, and... Ugh.

Dammit.

The back of his head hits the wall behind him with a dull thunk! as he sighs. ]

Geez, this sucks so bad...

[ He's not paying a whole lot of attention to his surroundings right now. Whoops. ]

[skullcracker]

[chie took a shuttle back to the hospitality deck, just to stretch her legs for a bit; she has some free time, and the ship she's been assigned to feels a little cramped. she's jogging down a hallway when she spies a certain unmistakable grey bowlcut, and she breaks into a full run to catch up with him.]

Hey! Leader!

Video; private (filtered to Yu)

[cabbagedetective]

[Since his little exchange with Yosuke, Adachi had been keeping a careful eye on the communicator for signs of any other familiar faces. He'd spotted that tomboy Chie, but he hadn't bothered chatting with her yet. However, when he spies the video feed of a certain silver-haired, high school dumbass, he can't help but try to communicate with him. It was starting to seem like things were about to become much, much more entertaining for Adachi. Yu didn't seem to notice the communicator device yet... well then, time to get his attention...]

[Adachi cleared this throat loudly.] Yo! You're late, Yu-kun.