Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 004, Morning
Summary: Two badly behaved children run into each other in the most literal sense possible.
Warnings: Courtney and Machi together with no supervision. Really, this can't end well.
Machi walked into the kitchen early in the morning, exhausted and hungry. He wasn't in the mood for nonsense, not after the night and the fact of death... apparently... he didn't know how to feel or think about it except rather sick. He'd come back--twice--but the process had been... it hadn't been what he'd expected, given the circumstances, but it was still horrible. It made him sick to think about it... the act of dying--or at least, the way he had... experienced it--it was simultaneously much worse and nowhere near as bad as he'd expected it to have been. But...
Machi was actually very mature for his age and it showed in situations like this. What was frustrating was that he knew he couldn't get rely on this experience--past events (or rules or anything else) were no imposition on the present or future here. He'd died twice--there might be a limit to how often that could... or would happen, some arbitrary number, anything but what someone expected it to be--or maybe it was just that one night, maybe he'd gotten lucky--he didn't know. It had occurred to him that it might even be a trap--to make them (him?) think he was going to be okay and then... This house was constantly changing, he couldn't trust anything about it. And suddenly it was fall? He really just wished it hadn't happened. Sighing, he pulled the refrigerator door open and stared flatly at the bright interior--he was physically hungry, yes, but without genuine appetite. He'd just have to eat something fast.
Making and eating the food was uneventful--no one came in to bother him and the interior of his head ran with music, chords and stanzas from Chopin's Ballade No. 1... the sort of thing most people couldn't conceptualise at all, but which for Machi came much more easily than linguistically based thought, especially at times like this. Right now, with the ability to die... he didn't know. There weren't even words. Maybe he should lie down. Or talk to Anna and see what she thought, if he could find her--not that he expected her to be any help, he just didn't know what else to do. He needed Lamiroir. There was too much to think about. He trailed his fingers along the wall lightly out of habit as he left the kitchen, but as he turned the corner... he ran into someone about his own size.
((OOC: Since I--unfortunately--know only vague things about Machi's actual night, this is the biggest BS post ever and will likely change when I actually have a better idea of what's going on. The actual physical events, however--eating, walking out, running into Courtney--will be unchanged, so I'm basically going to pick up seriously from there and resign myself to BLARGH with this for now.))