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starlogs2017-02-12 10:34 pm
ichimyatsu) wrote in starlogs2017-02-12 10:34 pm
we're all the same
WHO: Ichimatsu and Karamatsu
WHERE: The Atrium
WHEN: Forward-dated to February 18th
WHAT: SOME CRAZY SHIT. Event shenanigans.
WARNINGS: Blood, innards, gore, gross, probably vomit, gross, dismembered and scattered body parts, please don't read this if you're squeamish I got a little carried away and tend to forget that this is gross and unpleasant for people to read gndfjkhfgn.
[In a lot of ways, it made sense. They were rooming together, for a reason he still couldn't articulate his reasoning behind, so they'd been locked in their room when everything started happening. But why in the hell were they off trying to accomplish anything together? At least it wasn't Todomatsu, who was afraid of the dark, but Karamatsu really wasn't that much less of a pansy. If anything, he was moreso.]
[They'd pried the door to their room open with a lot of struggling and feet and shoulders wedged awkwardly between tiny gaps made with fingers, and Ichimatsu had left some snacks out for Nyanko in hopes that he wouldn't try to follow. He didn't want to lose the cat on the ship on top of everything else, and he was probably safer in their room, once they wedged the door back shut. He hoped they didn't have to pry it back open to get in again later. Maybe shit would be fixed by then. They wandered in the dark hallways with Karamatsu in the lead at first, until he tripped over his own shoes at least four times and Ichimatsu nearly ran head-first into him three of the four, and on the fourth he hissed, spooked into the odd tendency he had to sprout ears and a tail, and stalked ahead of him. "Stay behind me you blind idiot, I'm sick of running into you when you fall."]
[The Atrium seemed like the smartest place to go-- indoor gardens, plenty of windows. Surely they could figure something out if they had more light, right? Surely.]
[He stepped over something along their path that he couldn't properly identify-- it didn't look like a root but he didn't look at it long enough to figure it out, because he didn't really care, and Karamatsu yelped from behind him, tripping over it and grabbing hold of the back of his shirt, nearly dragging him right down with him. A brief scuffle occurred, Ichimatsu swearing and schooling himself to not claw his brother's face off like he wanted, instead turning back to figure out what he'd tripped over. A boot. ...a boot? How the hell had some idiot lost an entire boot? It made his stomach twist uncertainly, because it seemed so out of place. A sneaker maybe would have made sense, a sandal easy. But an entire boot? The tail curling from the base of his spine tensed, the fur on it puffing outward to nearly three times it's size, and he curled his fingers into the sleeve of Karamatsu's parka, tugging him along behind him. The ears atop his head flattened against his crown, and he hunched further over than even his usual terrible posture.]
[Karamatsu flinched behind him, making a startled yelp of a sound, and Ichimatsu rolled his eyes, standing straighter to turn around and reprimand him, again. As he did so, something dripped, first on one of his cat ears and then onto his cheek as he shifted to flick his ear, and he squinted at Karamatsu in the darkness. He could see better than probably most, due likely to his bizarre catlike tendencies, and the dark droplet of fluid on Karamatsu's face that mirrored his own made his stomach twist. He brought one hand to his cheek to smear the drop on his own face as Karamatsu did the same, and inhaled sharply.]
--don't look up. [Blood. There was blood dripping on them from above, which either meant something was bleeding pretty fucking heavily above them, or something with teeth that had just eaten something was dripping the blood of its prey onto them. Now his tail was at least four times as big as it had started out, his ears pinned entirely flat to his head, and he tugged gently on Karamatsu's sleeve. The boot, the blood-- another droplet hit his other ear. Someone had been attacked, and they were probably standing directly under the scene.]
WHERE: The Atrium
WHEN: Forward-dated to February 18th
WHAT: SOME CRAZY SHIT. Event shenanigans.
WARNINGS: Blood, innards, gore, gross, probably vomit, gross, dismembered and scattered body parts, please don't read this if you're squeamish I got a little carried away and tend to forget that this is gross and unpleasant for people to read gndfjkhfgn.
[In a lot of ways, it made sense. They were rooming together, for a reason he still couldn't articulate his reasoning behind, so they'd been locked in their room when everything started happening. But why in the hell were they off trying to accomplish anything together? At least it wasn't Todomatsu, who was afraid of the dark, but Karamatsu really wasn't that much less of a pansy. If anything, he was moreso.]
[They'd pried the door to their room open with a lot of struggling and feet and shoulders wedged awkwardly between tiny gaps made with fingers, and Ichimatsu had left some snacks out for Nyanko in hopes that he wouldn't try to follow. He didn't want to lose the cat on the ship on top of everything else, and he was probably safer in their room, once they wedged the door back shut. He hoped they didn't have to pry it back open to get in again later. Maybe shit would be fixed by then. They wandered in the dark hallways with Karamatsu in the lead at first, until he tripped over his own shoes at least four times and Ichimatsu nearly ran head-first into him three of the four, and on the fourth he hissed, spooked into the odd tendency he had to sprout ears and a tail, and stalked ahead of him. "Stay behind me you blind idiot, I'm sick of running into you when you fall."]
[The Atrium seemed like the smartest place to go-- indoor gardens, plenty of windows. Surely they could figure something out if they had more light, right? Surely.]
[He stepped over something along their path that he couldn't properly identify-- it didn't look like a root but he didn't look at it long enough to figure it out, because he didn't really care, and Karamatsu yelped from behind him, tripping over it and grabbing hold of the back of his shirt, nearly dragging him right down with him. A brief scuffle occurred, Ichimatsu swearing and schooling himself to not claw his brother's face off like he wanted, instead turning back to figure out what he'd tripped over. A boot. ...a boot? How the hell had some idiot lost an entire boot? It made his stomach twist uncertainly, because it seemed so out of place. A sneaker maybe would have made sense, a sandal easy. But an entire boot? The tail curling from the base of his spine tensed, the fur on it puffing outward to nearly three times it's size, and he curled his fingers into the sleeve of Karamatsu's parka, tugging him along behind him. The ears atop his head flattened against his crown, and he hunched further over than even his usual terrible posture.]
[Karamatsu flinched behind him, making a startled yelp of a sound, and Ichimatsu rolled his eyes, standing straighter to turn around and reprimand him, again. As he did so, something dripped, first on one of his cat ears and then onto his cheek as he shifted to flick his ear, and he squinted at Karamatsu in the darkness. He could see better than probably most, due likely to his bizarre catlike tendencies, and the dark droplet of fluid on Karamatsu's face that mirrored his own made his stomach twist. He brought one hand to his cheek to smear the drop on his own face as Karamatsu did the same, and inhaled sharply.]
--don't look up. [Blood. There was blood dripping on them from above, which either meant something was bleeding pretty fucking heavily above them, or something with teeth that had just eaten something was dripping the blood of its prey onto them. Now his tail was at least four times as big as it had started out, his ears pinned entirely flat to his head, and he tugged gently on Karamatsu's sleeve. The boot, the blood-- another droplet hit his other ear. Someone had been attacked, and they were probably standing directly under the scene.]