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[Lusamine is nothing if not punctual. She arrives promptly with a small bag of her own supplies in hand and lingers only just long enough to hear Niina scrambling around on the other side of the door, seemingly rushing to tidy up (Lusamine is pleased, a little), before she knocks.]
[There's actually not much to re-organize. Put the books on the shelf, make sure her old Halloween costume is in the closet... run a dish cloth over the chunky TV set and then throw it into the laundry bin with the other dirty clothes.
It was probably clean enough for most people but a low voice in her mind speaks up, one she thought she had pushed down as the knock.
How many times have I told you to never answer the door?!
She pauses. Then swallows. No, it's fine. Fine. She invited someone over.]
You can come in. [She sort of awkwardly points to the couch. Since Lusamine is terrible, she'll probably be happy to see that Niina is just wearing her shorts and the weird grease scabbing on her knee is visible?
[The first thing Lusamine inspects is Niina herself, offering a gentle smile before searching for the injury. It's easy to find, a strange dark scab that stands out starkly on the girl's exposed knee.]
Hello, Niina dear. Now then, first things first... Does that need any additional tending to?
[I hope you at least cleaned it properly, she almost says, before it occurs to her that water and a simulacrum's machinery might not mix.]
[She shuffles a little even with the gentle smile. She shakes her head.]
No... I got most of it. They should make powdered antiseptic.
[They do but trying to find it in the 1950's? Probably not. Lusamine didn't have to watch her leg twitch as she tried to use water. She shoves her hands into her pockets.]
Right. I can get it on my skin but it's-- [She's about to swear then something, the old instinct, pulls at her and she switches.] Bad if I get it in a cut or something like that.
[Not going to mention she can't actually drink anything either but hey. In a month she won't even have a mouth so who cares?]
They're here. [She ducks into her room for a moment before coming out with a pair of slacks that are a little too big for her. No wonder she tripped. They might be darkly covered but the glint of sludge is still present.]
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Date: 2021-11-16 09:10 am (UTC)my next shift is in a couple of days but they were my work pants.
[Why was she so embarrassed...]
i got that change a few hours after i saw you with the fairy rings.
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Date: 2021-11-16 06:11 pm (UTC)time for action tags now?
Date: 2021-11-17 06:02 am (UTC)[It's as much of a 'fine' as she's going to get. Though, Lusamine probably can hear the scrambling as she tries to make things look... less chaotic.
Gotta make people think she actually lives in her apartment.]
Text -> Action it's time.
Date: 2021-11-18 06:53 am (UTC)[Lusamine is nothing if not punctual. She arrives promptly with a small bag of her own supplies in hand and lingers only just long enough to hear Niina scrambling around on the other side of the door, seemingly rushing to tidy up (Lusamine is pleased, a little), before she knocks.]
Action; CW: parental abuse and neglect mentions because oops
Date: 2021-11-18 07:22 am (UTC)It was probably clean enough for most people but a low voice in her mind speaks up, one she thought she had pushed down as the knock.
How many times have I told you to never answer the door?!
She pauses. Then swallows. No, it's fine. Fine. She invited someone over.]
You can come in. [She sort of awkwardly points to the couch. Since Lusamine is terrible, she'll probably be happy to see that Niina is just wearing her shorts and the weird grease scabbing on her knee is visible?
I guess.]
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Date: 2021-11-18 05:34 pm (UTC)Hello, Niina dear. Now then, first things first... Does that need any additional tending to?
[I hope you at least cleaned it properly, she almost says, before it occurs to her that water and a simulacrum's machinery might not mix.]
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Date: 2021-11-20 09:39 am (UTC)No... I got most of it. They should make powdered antiseptic.
[They do but trying to find it in the 1950's? Probably not. Lusamine didn't have to watch her leg twitch as she tried to use water. She shoves her hands into her pockets.]
...Do you need water or something?
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Date: 2021-11-25 12:10 am (UTC)[The possibility is both fascinating and inconvenient. She sighs.]
Well, I'm afraid we will be needing a bit of water to get your stain out... Let me take a look at them—your work pants.
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Date: 2021-11-30 09:23 am (UTC)[Not going to mention she can't actually drink anything either but hey. In a month she won't even have a mouth so who cares?]
They're here. [She ducks into her room for a moment before coming out with a pair of slacks that are a little too big for her. No wonder she tripped. They might be darkly covered but the glint of sludge is still present.]