week 0 curfew

[ohthehumanities]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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[damp]

[ Not yet noticing the doors are locked. ]

What's wrong?

[ohthehumanities]

[Why are these silently locking doors hello. I guess Kaveh was about to leave and now he can't]

The door won't open.

[damp]

[ Eats an apple slice. :O ]

Did you pull when it says to push?

[ohthehumanities]

[He just stares for a minute because it's been so long since someone implied he was intellectually stupid]




No.

[damp]

[ Anyone has the potential to be stupid.

Curious, and fuelled by appy slices, he'll try to open the doors.

They really don't budge... ]

... That's weird.

[ohthehumanities]

Do they get stuck often?

[damp]

Not that I've noticed. Maybe they lock at night?

[ohthehumanities]

Maybe, but someone would've said something by now, don't you think? [RATTLES THE DOORS AGAIN. Then he leans his head back with a groan.] I really thought my luck couldn't get any worse than dying.

[HOW IS HE STILL GETTING CURSED POST-DEATH.]

[damp]

The IKEA locks sometimes at night... [ which is why he can't sleep there anymore ] They might open up soon.

[ohthehumanities]

I guess we'll just have to wait it out, then... [MNYEH.] Do you need to message your team?

[damp]

That's a good idea.

[ pulls up his phone... tap tap tap... wait wait wait ]

... My messages aren't going through.

[ohthehumanities]

[Kaveh frowns, leaning over to peer at his screen.]

What? What's it doing?

[damp]

There's no connection, so they're just failing to send.

[ okay, now he's concerned ]

That's probably just a coincidence, right?

[ohthehumanities]

[For as nice as Kaveh is, he isn't really in the habit of sugarcoating or lying. He worries a lock of hair between his fingers, a troubled expression on his face.]

...I don't think so.