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another chapter of oafc in the backlog.

so maybe more chapters than i thought.

-sigh-

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junko: kyoko kirigiri, i could kiss you

kyoko: ...so why aren't you

junko, sighing: because mikan's right there and she'll kill you if i do that and none of us want that, do we

junko: ...except mikan, i guess, but honestly, i'm saving your life by not kissing you, so you should thank me!

kyoko: with a kiss?

junko: i think we just established why that would be a bad idea

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broke 115k on oafc.

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other bandit fic characteristics: fourth wall breaking meta.

fortunately for me, junko canonically does this already.

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Of An Endless Infinity: Technical Memory (II)

Summary: What does it mean to be the Ultimate Hope?

Is it only hope on the big scale?  That the world is not so dark and depressing and destructive as the villain in front of you says it is?  That you can win, even when everything else says that you can’t?  That maybe it is better to live your life, even afraid, than it is to keep yourself sequestered away, alone?

Does it not also mean hope on the small scale?

Or: Makoto sacrifices himself in the hope that the other survivors might be able to help Junko. It remains to be seen whether this will actually succeed.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for Danganronpa reasons.

AO3

previous chapter

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #008 Found.

Password: ************

Memory #008 Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

Between The Tragedies.

“This is the worst movie I have ever seen.”

Kyoko takes another piece of popcorn from their shared bowl and pops it into her mouth.  “They should have gone back to the car three scenes ago.”

“What, and missed Rocky?”  Junko digs into the bowl, pulls out a handful of unpopped kernels with her fingernails, and sucks one between her lips before crunching it, loud, in the very back of her mouth.  “Not eat meatloaf?”

Kyoko shoots her a look.  “Meatloaf.  Really.”

Junko meets her look, eyes growing innocent and wide, lips dropping into a childish pout.  “You sound unamused.”

“Unamused?” Kyoko echoes.  She gestures to the screen with one gloved hand.  “Frank is very clearly a sexual predator—”

“His name is Frank-N-Furter, and I aspire to that level of—”  Junko waves broadly at the screen, where the characters seem to be stuck in some sort of facial whiplash.  “Do you see my vision, Kyokyo?” she asks fervently, and if she didn’t still have a few kernels in her hand, she’d likely be grabbing the collar of Kyoko’s lace gown and shaking her.  “Do you see it?”

It’s the sort of question that feels as though it demands an immediate response, and yet Kyoko leaves it unanswered for a few moments.  She chews another few pieces of popcorn, aware of the weight of Junko’s gaze on her instead of on the screen, then says, “If you’re him in this scenario, then who am I?”

She expects the question to require the same sort of consideration she’d just given Junko’s vision, but it doesn’t.

“You’re Dr. Scott, of course.”  Junko plops back against her pillow and tosses the last of her kernels into her mouth, crunching them all at once with one loud bite.

Kyoko’s gaze shifts from the screen to Junko.  “Your rival?” she asks.  “Not the other aliens he brought with him?  Aren’t they his best friends?”

“Pay attention!”  Junko reaches over and trains Kyoko’s gaze back to the screen.  Once it’s there, she rummages in the bowl again for more upopped kernels.  “You’re kind of like the Criminologist, you know.  The one telling the story who knows everything.  But Dr. Scott’s a better fit because he’s the one investigating what happened to Eddie, and he’s the one who shows up when Brad and Janet ask for help.  That’s you.  Our most dedicated knight.”  She smirks.  “And Makoto’s Brad, you know he is.”

“I won’t argue with that.”  Kyoko keeps facing the screen, but her gaze shifts ever so slightly to Junko again.  “But wouldn’t you want me to be your friend?”

Junko snorts.  “Finish the movie, Kyokyo.  Frank-N-Furter doesn’t have any friends.”

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #016 Found.

Password: ************

Memory #016 Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

Between The Tragedies.

“Duck!”

Kyoko isn’t strong, and she isn’t fast, but when Junko yells at her to duck, she races forward, grabs a low-lying tree branch, and uses it to throw herself behind the tree trunk.  A snowball whizzes just past her, while three more slam into the tree itself.  She sticks her head out just to get a glance of the others, but more snowballs rush at her, and she ducks back again.

Within seconds, Junko appears next to her, back against hers, breathing heavily.  “You’re not bad!”

“Being a detective,” Kyoko starts, “requires being able to—”  She takes a deep breath in, tries not to hunch over, and instead leans more heavily against Junko’s back.  “I have to be fit.”  Then she bites her lip but can’t stop herself from asking, “How does the Ultimate Fashionista get so good at this?”

Junko’s mouth drops open.  “How dare.”  She leans her neck back on Kyoko’s shoulder so that she can look up at her.  “You better be glad we’re on the same team, Kyokyo, or I’d kick your ass.”

Kyoko barks a harsh laugh.  “I’d love to see you try.”

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #007 Found.

Password: ************

Memory #007 Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

Between The Tragedies.

“Don’t.”  Mukuro stops Kyoko halfway down the hallway.  She always glares at her.  It’s uncomfortable.  “She’s not in the mood to see anyone today.  You should leave her alone.”

Kyoko’s not as tall as Mukuro.  She’s certainly nowhere near as strong.  But she straightens her already straight back, meets her eyes, and says, her voice a near hush, “You don’t decide for her.”  Then she passes her by, makes her way to Junko’s dorm, and knocks on the door.

“Go away, Mukie.”

Even through the door, Kyoko can hear just how raw Junko’s voice is.  She draws closer to the door.  “It’s me.  I thought….”  Her lips press together, and she rests her forehead against the door.  “I have some free time, and I thought you could introduce me to one of those movies you like.”  She hesitates, then continues, “Whichever one you want.”

There’s a pause before Junko asks, small and quiet, “Even Rocky?”

Kyoko resists the urge to sigh.  “Even Rocky.”

Immediately, Junko opens the door, grabs the edge of Kyoko’s jacket, and pulls her into her dorm.  (But not before Kyoko catches sight of Mukuro, still glaring at her.)  Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her face is all splotchy, but she smiles at Kyoko anyway – or tries to.  “You’re going to hate it.”

“I might,” Kyoko admits, “but you will love it.  Right?”

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #037 Found.

Password: ************

Memory #037 Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

Between The Tragedies.

“Mukuro punched you?”

“Yes.”

“Mukuro punched you?”

“Yes.”

“Mukuro punched y—?”

“Yes.”

“But…but why?”

“I asked her a question she didn’t want to answer.”

“What did you ask?”

404: Memory Not Found.

Rebooting.

3.

2.

1.

….

404: Memory Not Found.

Rebooting.

3.

2.

1.

….

404: Memory Not Found.

Rebooting.

3.

2.

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #037 Found.

Password:

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

Memory #009 Found.

Password: ************

Memory #009 Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

Between The Tragedies.

“Junko, is something wrong?  You’ve been in there a long time.”  Kyoko leans against the bathroom door, brows furrowed.  She’d gotten worried after ten minutes, but it’s starting to pass twenty, which makes her even more concerned.  “Do you need me to leave?”

Junko makes a loud enough sound of disapproval for Kyoko to hear it.

Kyoko turns, presses her back against the nearby wall, and then slides down it until she’s sitting, one hand resting atop her knee, the other leg stretched out in front of her.  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

A few heartbeats pass in pure silence.  It feels a little bit like an eternity; Kyoko knows that it’s nothing of the sort.  She’s had many of these infinite moments, and they never las as long as they feel like they should.  (She lifts her left hand, flexes her fingers, and remembers when it burned.)

Then the bathroom door creaks open, and Kyoko turns.  Junko sits curled up on the floor, head buried in her knees, long hair nearly touching the floor.  Kyoko’s never seen her like this.  (She’s never seen anyone like this, not even—)  She’s gentle when she moves into the bathroom, when she sits on the floor next to her, when she places a single gloved hand on her shoulder.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

The air smells strangely of lilac and blue raspberry.

“I’m never going to talk to Yasuke again.”

The words are hard to make out, stifled as they are against Junko’s knees, but Kyoko makes them out all the same.  She hesitates.  “I know the school expelled him, but have you tried contacting him?”

Junko sniffles.  That’s enough of an answer on its own.

Kyoko hesitates again.  Then she slowly – carefully – gently – turns Junko towards her and then pulls her against her chest.  “Come here.”

There are things she could never expect, and this is one of them: Kyoko could never expect that Junko would cling to her, that her tears would soak through her gown, that she would hold Junko against her and kiss the crown of her head and say nothing because, in situations like this, there’s nothing that can be said.

Loss is loss.

It always hurts.

“You will find someone better,” Kyoko says eventually, running a hand soothingly through Junko’s hair.  It feels like a platitude.  Maybe it is.  “I don’t know much about…about all of that, but I know that you will find someone better.”

Junko snorts.  “What, are you interested?”

404: Memory Not Found.

Rebooting.

3.

2.

1.

Junko snorts.  “What, are you interested?”

Kyoko doesn’t say anything.  Kyoko doesn’t know what to say.

Junko tenses in her grasp.  She looks up, confused.  “Kyoko?”

“I don’t know what it feels like to be interested,” Kyoko murmurs, making sure to meet Junko’s red eyes, to hold her gaze, “so I wouldn’t know.”

“Well.  When you find out?”  Junko tries to smile.  “Let me know?”

Before Kyoko can respond, Junko leans up, kisses Kyoko’s cheek, and then stands, brushing her polka-dotted boxers as though there might be any dust on them at all.  Then she holds a hand out to Kyoko.  “Come on.  I’ve got a movie you’ll just love.”

Kyoko doesn’t know what to say.  The subject has changed so quickly that it feels closed off to her now.  So she gives a small nod, takes Junko’s hand, and follows her back to her bed.

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

YES | NO

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you know, i went into this thinking that i would actually show a long scene of yasuke's death and now i'm like.

you know, maybe i don't.

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ryoko remembering enogiri stuff i have my girls back bantering i love them i missed them TT.TT

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You know, today was the first day in a really long time when I looked at myself in the mirror and at my outfit and everything and thought I looked good.

Which is not to say I thought I looked bad every other day.

Just that today I felt good.

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you ever wish you could re-experience a game for the first time ? i do. i love udg

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I am not going to lie to you. When Russell told me that we were putting a ramp in the TARDIS, I cried. I did. He actually told me about a fan who had contacted him, who was a wheelchair user, and said how much he admired Russell’s work. He said, “Even though I can’t get in the TARDIS, because it’s not wheelchair accessible, I just love it.” And Russell was like, “So, we change that instantly. We change that.” When he told me that story, that really hit me straight in the heart. I know what that will mean for the disabled community, and many disabled Whovians who haven’t had that. -Ruth Madeley

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GONNA BE BUYING SONGS TOMORROW OR TUESDAY SO LAST CHANCES.

OKAY SO IT'S BEEN A LITTLE MORE THAN A YEAR SINCE I LAST DID THIS BUT I'VE GOT A BUNCH OF NEW FRIENDS SO HERE GOES

IF YOU WERE GOING ON A ROAD TRIP, WHAT SONG(S) WOULD HAVE TO BE ON THE PLAYLIST?

FEEL FREE TO COMMENT OR ADD ON BELOW!

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The talkers of the group as warm ups

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your man doesn’t have the mental strength to caramelize onions 

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Meet yourself where you're at

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so i get a weekly report from my phone about usage right

and it's like you spent thirty minutes more on your phone this week

and then showed me a graph where i spent eight and a half hours on my phone on friday - which makes sense because that's when i binged dr kirigiri vol. 7

but like

how much do i normally use my phone over the week that i only spent an extra thirty minutes on it when i have a day of nearly nine hours