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[ sometime after Megumi's murmur exchange, even if Sunday doesn't have his mask/veil on, he'll hear what he's probably been dreading coming from the back of his mind. if there's a small sense of frazzlement radiating from whatever "direction" the voice seems to echo from in his head?

...just Sunday's imagination clearly ignore it! ]

Where are you? We need to talk. Alone.

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[ He jolts at the sudden message in his head. It will take a while to get used to that, even for someone fairly adept at psionics. ]

I am outside the hotel. Is this regarding anything in particular?

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No, I just thought you couldn't wait to hear my voice.

[ said so so soooo sarcastically, actually, even though this could be something he would say to simply be annoying, as well. ]

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Whatever gave you that impression? Do you plan on addressing our shared dream?

[ Could they not have simply pretended it didn't happen? ]

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[ they could have if Sunday didn't just BRING IT UP. ]

Do I have to?

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[ He's run out of guesses as to why else Aventurine would be contacting him ]

I would prefer you did not. Do you know if we are tethered to one another because of it?

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We are. Can't you sense my wonderfully sunny disposition~?

[ and by that he means he's really agitated about this whole situation (...and other situations, but he'll just pretend this is all Sunday's fault for now because it's easiest.) ]

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[ This is a sticky note with this appearance left at Sunday's bag. It's been placed right on the top, where it's impossible to miss! It's handwritten in their home language, Universal Script. ]

Sunny,
Don't forget to smile today!
Eat before you go out! Look in the mirror on the way out, appreciate yourself! If you don't want to, then I'll appreciate you.
Can you sing for me again sometime? I really love the sound of your voice.

Galactic Baseballer

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[ Going to text him later after finding the note. He will even let the use of the word "Sunny" slide this time. ]

Thank you for your kindness as always, Caelus.
May I ask what prompted this, or were all the hotel members surprise recipients?

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[ It takes some time before Caelus checks the Murmur. And when he does, bubbly, happy feelings reach their shared tether once he hears Sunday's naturally ASMR voice! ]

There's only a few of us in this planet who can understand our written language. It's a little sad, so I didn't want to forget seeing our letters. I'll continue to write to you and the others like this!

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[ keep forgetting it's a psychic network instead of phones shh. Somehow texted him via brain ]

The brain is capable of keeping obscure memories intact through rote memorization, so your methods are not without basis. I will try and do the same, though I had not experienced the memory loss that you did, which may be what is contributing to your anxieties.

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[ It's okay, I got you!! 💖 If you want to correct it, let's change this conversation into a full tether one since they have it anyway. There's soft feelings in the tether now. Bittersweet considering the topic, but the feeling of hope is always there. ]

I don't want to forget anymore. When March told me the reason why she's always taking photos, I couldn't help but resonate with it. Now I'm doing it, too.

I've been trying to repair a camera. It's progressing slowly because of missing parts that I need. I want to continue that habit even here.

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I am sure she would appreciate getting to experience this world through your photographs, assuming they survive the trip. I would also like you to show Robin for me, so she could know that the deal she struck with the IPC had been successful...and that I have reached new horizons.

[ Granted, he'd like to sugarcoat the worst of this place from her so she doesn't worry. ]

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[ about halfway through the week after all the water treatment activities have been completed, Sunday will feel a gentle tug on his tether with Aventurine to get his attention. They've been pretty awkward since the whole Aventurine kissing him and then Aventurine tossing him as they are both masters of not communicating feelings, but Aventurine finally feels like he has an excuse to bother the halovian without it seeming like they're obligated to discuss what happened. ]

Hey~ Where are you?

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[ He does jump a little, half-expecting Aventurine to be lurking somewhere before realizing he's completely alone, and it's their tether at work. ]

I am sitting on a sofa I cleaned as best as I could and attempting to enjoy canned and glazed carrots if you would like some? Are you still feeling the effects of Sleep's pull?

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Haha, well, I do hope you at least tried heating them up over the fire, first?

Maybe later, and I'm all right, for the most part. Come to where the piano is when you're done?

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I did, but I would not necessarily call them cooked...They are mildly warm.

I will be there in a few minutes. I did notice the sound quality was poor when I tried playing it last and meant to try and tune it for the other residents of the hotel.

[ He just got sidetracked by all the sundowning. ]

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[ laughs a bit.] Not patient enough to get them hot, huh?

I think we're lucky it still plays at all, to be honest. It's the only one I've found so far that still makes sound with all the keys. Poor girl still needs a lot of external work though to look like she originally did...

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More like I was wary of dropping the can into the fire and did not want to stand too close to it. I have never cooked anything above an open flame before.

[ And he doesn't want his feathers to catch fire. Imagine the fried chicken scent that would emanate from them... ]

You may leave it to me. I have experience tending to, tuning, and repairing pianos as I rarely allowed anyone to fiddle with my own to avoid the sound quality being compromised.

february, week 4

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[ right after or during this conversation!!

If Sunday is still on murmur call (or even if he isn't), he will feel he's being watched. And he is—Aventurine is peering around a door or the wall outside a room to look in or etc. like a sussy little gremlin.

what're you doing, pigeon!!! ]

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[ His wings twitch as he hears someone lurking close by. Given what happened to Aventurine long ago, he doesn't want to take any chances, so he immediately grabs a machete he found somewhere while exploring, probably left behind by an absentee groundskeeper, which is better than being weaponless. ]

...Who is there?

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—P-put that down!

[ what the heck!!! ]

Do you even know how to use that?!

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[ He sighs in relief and sets the machete back beneath the cushion of the couch. ]

I know if I swing it hard enough, it will do damage. Why are you skulking around my door instead of knocking like a civil human being or reaching out through our tether?

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You're talking to creepy old men on the murmur, I didn't want to interrupt through our tether... but I also needed to make sure you weren't getting abducted.

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I am not going to get abducted. Do I look like a child to you? Though if you have anything more insightful to offer on the "creepy old man," there is no point in keeping that information to yourself.

[ Especially before Sunday has to find out the hard way about said man's creepiness. ]