[ Mizuki is pointedly not going to the mess hall for the dance. And he's especially not wearing that hideous zebra print suit he had in his bag? He'll chance the short shorts, thanks. It'd be different if it were back on the ship, where he could at least pick whatever horrible pre-00's song that was available. He'd endure it then. But sitting by a boombox playing a random tape? Fuck that noise, actually. He is a little sad it means he can't hang out with his friends, but he's admittedly been kind of a downer on this trip, hasn't he? It's understandable, he's gone through a range of intense emotional rollercoasters the week previous to the camping trip, but he doesn't see that as a good enough excuse. He doesn't want to bring the mood down. Instead, one will find him… ]
I. OTA [ …at the firepit, which is currently unlit. Don't worry, Mizuki has a blue bioluminescent glow to keep it bright enough in the area to see what he's doing. He's humming a haunting melody, which isn't much better than the prom music going on inside the mess hall. Do you really want to be hanging out here? On closer inspection, it looks like Mizuki is writing letters. "Dear Doctor," the header says, but Mizuki will hug the papers to him if you get too close to read anymore. ]
II. Closed to Ebalon [ …around the mess hall, actually. Mizuki would poke his head into the windows, just to see how everyone was doing. Or, more accurately, make sure everyone was okay, and, you know, around. When he hadn't seen Ebalon amidst the crew, however, he had to go investigate that. Eventually. Maybe not quite so immediately? He's going to check Ebalon's cabin first, and hope he's not wandering around the woods again. Hopefully he's not lost? ]
Knock knock~. [ He doesn't knock. He's just letting himself in, actually. He's probably annoyed Ebalon's temporary roomies with how much he's done this. ]
III. Closed to Venti [ …in the Craft's area. Be that before, as the mess hall is getting set up, or after the dance, or in the middle, it's where Mizuki spends most of his time. He's not even a little tired, which makes sense. He's nocturnal after all. But more so than that, he was kept up for most of the previous night due to a few conversations he'd heard by the lake. He thought he had made it particularly obvious that he was sleeping there to a lot of people, but the fact that there was a lot of shenanigans that happened and no right way to excuse himself, for a lot of it, he just had to hide and whine to himself until everyone went away. But he did hear some… things. Some stuff.
…
There's a lot of balled up paper next to him, while he currently taps on a blank sheet in frustration. ]
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I. OTA
[ …at the firepit, which is currently unlit. Don't worry, Mizuki has a blue bioluminescent glow to keep it bright enough in the area to see what he's doing. He's humming a haunting melody, which isn't much better than the prom music going on inside the mess hall. Do you really want to be hanging out here? On closer inspection, it looks like Mizuki is writing letters. "Dear Doctor," the header says, but Mizuki will hug the papers to him if you get too close to read anymore. ]
II. Closed to Ebalon
[ …around the mess hall, actually. Mizuki would poke his head into the windows, just to see how everyone was doing. Or, more accurately, make sure everyone was okay, and, you know, around. When he hadn't seen Ebalon amidst the crew, however, he had to go investigate that. Eventually. Maybe not quite so immediately? He's going to check Ebalon's cabin first, and hope he's not wandering around the woods again. Hopefully he's not lost? ]
Knock knock~. [ He doesn't knock. He's just letting himself in, actually. He's probably annoyed Ebalon's temporary roomies with how much he's done this. ]
III. Closed to Venti
[ …in the Craft's area. Be that before, as the mess hall is getting set up, or after the dance, or in the middle, it's where Mizuki spends most of his time. He's not even a little tired, which makes sense. He's nocturnal after all. But more so than that, he was kept up for most of the previous night due to a few conversations he'd heard by the lake. He thought he had made it particularly obvious that he was sleeping there to a lot of people, but the fact that there was a lot of shenanigans that happened and no right way to excuse himself, for a lot of it, he just had to hide and whine to himself until everyone went away. But he did hear some… things. Some stuff.
…
There's a lot of balled up paper next to him, while he currently taps on a blank sheet in frustration. ]