[At some point after the break-in, and some point after he leaves Beck, Junpei has one goal in mind. Carlos. He has to find Carlos. He has to find Akane. No, Carlos, Akane's not here, why isn't Akane here, how did this happen.
The shift. The shift got fucked up somehow, everything got fucked up.
The hallway sways a little as he slowly walks through it...he doesn't even know if Carlos is home? God, he hopes his roommate's not in. He finds the room because he's figured that out, and he knocks on it with a loud bang of his fist.]
[can't believe it's only w0 and junpei is stressing the fuck out of carlos already
which is to say-- hi. hello. it's check-in time, buddy. carlos is just gonna slide in next to him once he spots him sometime during monday. probably in the lounge.]
[OKAY WELL. He has had a really wild-ass couple of days and it's when he's busy trying to locate someone sane who might help ground him. It takes time, but eventually he tracks Carlos down in the kitchen.
It's maybe a little different, but he approaches from the side and nudges him lightly to get Carlos' attention.]
You drink coffee, right? [He's at least attempting here.]
[This week has been one of the most taxing of his goddamn life, but...sometimes you just have to see if things are true for yourself. With new information on hand, Junpei wastes time on Thursday trying to convince himself that this plan will work and nearly backs down. But. Unfortunately he's stubborn and curious and...well. He has to know.
It's why he knocks on Carlos's door for like the third time this week and waits, stance jittery and nervous. He doesn't even wait for Carlos to speak when he opens the door, just glancing to make sure they're alone before forcibly pushing on his chest to back him into the room and shut the door.]
[So Carlos and Polly leave and Junpei immediately follows. He just runs straight after them, yeeting himself into the other elevator and pounding on the panthouse button.
He's also just knocking on the door once he gets there, frantically slamming the door? HEWWO????]
So, like. Assuming there's a moment in time when Junpei is by himself in his assigned room, he will suddenly hear the sound of something large crashing in the kitchenette. The floor will vibrate briefly from the impact.
This was not preceded by any indication of the door being unlocked by one of his roommates.
Should he go investigate, he will find... Carlos. Intact. Flesh surprisingly unmelty. He's bent over the mini-fridge, which seems to have been knocked over for some reason or another. He blinks owlishly at Junpei, like he's not 100% sure what the fuck just happened here.]
... Uh. Hey?
[damn bitch you slip into the mortal realm like this?]
[The next time Junpei walks through a door, he'll find himself tripping and falling into an entirely new location. Specifically — an empty hospital wing, devoid of all signs of life save for the steady beeping of a heart monitor in the distance. It looks like the only way to go is down the corridor, but Junpei won't have to walk for too long before he stumbles across the only open room in the entire hallway.
... In fact, he won't even have to go in. Carlos is waiting for him right outside of the room. He lifts a hand in greeting once he sees him.]
[Wherever Junpei is? Carlos is suddenly showing up behind him, like the world's shittiest jumpscare. NORMALLY HE WOULD CONGRATULATE HIM ON A JOB WELL DONE but instead Junpei gets—]
—Really?
[you tell a guy his nipples are nice during a mental breakdown once and this is what happens wtf]
[Back to the hospital again! Carlos is waiting for him inside the room this time, sitting on the bed next to the active heart monitor. He's... staring at it when Junpei arrives, and doesn't pull away for a moment longer. When he finally glances his way, he's obviously unhappy.
But Junpei must be feeling worse.]
... I can move us out of here in a minute. You can sit down in the meantime.
[Sorry, bro. But he just spent six hours on the living side, so. Let the void claim him for a second longer.]
[The next time Junpei walks through a door, he'll find himself in the hospital again! Carlos will be leaning against a wall, and will give him a highly bemused smile once he sees him.]
[HE............ REFUSES TO THINK ABOUT DICK PICS WHILE IN MARIA'S HOSPITAL ROOM, SO!!! Carlos will show up wherever Junpei is after a few minutes, scratching his neck.]
[Welcome back to the hospital, Junpei! He'll find himself transported to Carlos' "office" the next time he walks through a door, but... Carlos isn't in the hallway to greet him. Hm.
The retching he'll hear coming from the direction of the customary hospital room might explain that, though.]
WEEK 0, SUNDAY
The shift. The shift got fucked up somehow, everything got fucked up.
The hallway sways a little as he slowly walks through it...he doesn't even know if Carlos is home? God, he hopes his roommate's not in. He finds the room because he's figured that out, and he knocks on it with a loud bang of his fist.]
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WEEK 0, MONDAY
which is to say-- hi. hello. it's check-in time, buddy. carlos is just gonna slide in next to him once he spots him sometime during monday. probably in the lounge.]
Hey. [casually.] How are you feeling?
[how's life after getting your ass haunted, ig.]
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w0, wednesday post-event
It's maybe a little different, but he approaches from the side and nudges him lightly to get Carlos' attention.]
You drink coffee, right? [He's at least attempting here.]
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W0, Thursday pre curfew I'm going to kill you.
It's why he knocks on Carlos's door for like the third time this week and waits, stance jittery and nervous. He doesn't even wait for Carlos to speak when he opens the door, just glancing to make sure they're alone before forcibly pushing on his chest to back him into the room and shut the door.]
I need to talk to you. And maybe a favor.
laughs at you forever
screams
suffer
literally no one is suffering more than me rn
:')
stop this
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W0, Saturday
He's also just knocking on the door once he gets there, frantically slamming the door? HEWWO????]
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w0, sunday.
So, like. Assuming there's a moment in time when Junpei is by himself in his assigned room, he will suddenly hear the sound of something large crashing in the kitchenette. The floor will vibrate briefly from the impact.
This was not preceded by any indication of the door being unlocked by one of his roommates.
Should he go investigate, he will find... Carlos. Intact. Flesh surprisingly unmelty. He's bent over the mini-fridge, which seems to have been knocked over for some reason or another. He blinks owlishly at Junpei, like he's not 100% sure what the fuck just happened here.]
... Uh. Hey?
[damn bitch you slip into the mortal realm like this?]
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w1, wednesday.
... In fact, he won't even have to go in. Carlos is waiting for him right outside of the room. He lifts a hand in greeting once he sees him.]
Hey, I got your picture.
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—Really?
[you tell a guy his nipples are nice during a mental breakdown once and this is what happens wtf]
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w2, saturday.
But Junpei must be feeling worse.]
... I can move us out of here in a minute. You can sit down in the meantime.
[Sorry, bro. But he just spent six hours on the living side, so. Let the void claim him for a second longer.]
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week three, monday.
In my expert opinion, your camera angles need some work.
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week four, monday.
Pull myself away from what?
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week six, monday.
... Heard last week was rough.
[Sure, let's start with that.]
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week six, wednesday.
The retching he'll hear coming from the direction of the customary hospital room might explain that, though.]
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cw vomit,,,,,,, i'm so sorry
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week six, thursday.
and immediately plops himself down on the couch in OT2 room, leaning all his weight against the backrest.]
I'm over here.
[Himbo is fine. Probably.]
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