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weekend 1 log

WEEKEND 1 LOG ♬
Weather: Saturday AM and PM - cloudy and warm. Sunday AM - rainy, PM - cloudy.

The Move-In

You’ve spent the week adjusting to island life by getting to know one another, figuring out what to do with all those presents, gathering your resources and selling them off to Tom Nook. The weekend is finally here, though, and that’s something to celebrate!

...But when you wake up on Saturday, whenever that may be, the environment you’re in is not the tent you remember falling asleep in. Rather, you’re inside of some kind of house with a white wall and ceiling, wood lined across the bottom of the walls. The floor is wood, too, shiny and glossy as the sun rays shine through the one window in your house. Whatever you had lying out in your tents is still arranged in the same general order you had your things in before. Furthermore, you’re still lying on your camping cots with the same people who fell asleep in the tent with you, but if you decide to get up and investigate, you’ll find two other rooms other than the one you’re in.

Facing the door from the inside, if you look to your left, you’ll find...a bathroom! It’s got a basic toilet, sink, and a bathtub with a showerhead for you to use. There are also enough bath towels for each person hanging on a towel rack. The walls are white but the floor in here is tiled instead of wooden. The room across the bathroom, however, is empty. It has the same wallpaper and flooring as the main room you found yourself in.

It’s a small, comfy place you’re staying in, but the real question is… When did this happen? Only one way to find out.

And sure enough, if you’re awake by nine AM, Tom Nook will rally everyone to Resident Services for his morning announcements.

“Good morning, everyone, and welcome to your first weekend on Isle Sonrisa! As you’ve all probably already noticed by now, we were able to upgrade your tents last night into houses! Don’t worry, there is no fee for this upgrade -- but now you finally have a place where you can decorate your house with all the furniture you were able to get in the mail. For any excess items you may have… Might I suggest a yard sard of some sort, hm?”

He tilts his head a little. He thinks this is a good idea!

“Alternatively, houses all come with storage. There’s a small little storage shed in the back of everyone’s houses that can fit many, many items. If you don’t want to sell your items to me or hand them off to someone else, you can store them inside of there.”

Tom Nook nods his head. “Yes, yes. I’d like to suggest that you all take this weekend to decide how to arrange the items you’ve gotten in the mail...and one more thing about those items: You can put them outside, too. For example, oh, an exercise area might be nice…” He sounds a little wistful when he says it, but promptly shakes his head afterwards.

“Ah-! Before I forget...erm… It seems as though one of our friends has unexpectedly left the island. We don’t know where or how he left, you see...but Heimdall is no longer here. We’re still working on figuring out a way to send you all home, and we’re trying to track him down, too.”

He looks very guilty about that, at least. But the moment passes, and he perks up again, smiling at everyone as best as he can. “Alright, that’s it! You can spend the weekend however you’d like to, but with your new homes being built and all the furniture some of you have received, well… It may be a good idea to work on that, no?”

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[ Nope. His tail is going to stack on top of Dokja right after he tries to one-up him again. ]

... The world after the scenarios.

[ Joonghyuk turns his head to look straight ahead, trying to compare what he sees to what he last remembers. ]

It is almost perfect.

[ He doesn't say it, but it's obvious he misses. The almost part if, of course, because Dokja isn't there yet. Nothing can compare to home, in the end. ]

It is pleasant here.

[ A light huff. Joonghyuk is being strangely stubborn about it but this time his tail only wiggles slightly underneath where it lays trapped by the black tail. ]

... [ Almost. His head tilts, one ear flickering again. Of course while it wasn't ideal, it's as close as it'll be once they return home. He knows Yoo Joonghyuk won't be satisfied by it. He's already expressed as such regarding Dokja's situation. ]

A world-line focused on a peaceful life living on an island. [ He hums a little. ] I almost wouldn't mind.

[ Joonghyuk was always stubborn, but at times it’s even more obvious. Like now. His tail rests on Dokja’s, finding the poofy white fur to be a nice cushion. Joonghyuk keeps his eyes at the sea that is a bit further off in front of them. It’s still close enough to see and experience the breeze.

This isn’t home, but there are things here that aren’t at home... Like the man beside him and the vast blue waters ahead. ]

We should buy a vacation house by the beach.

[ When they return home and resolve what needs to be resolved. A vacation house on an island or just by the shore sounds nice. ]

[ Yes, yes.. Admittedly, the weight of that tail over his own is in a way oddly comforting. With the light sways of the swinging bench, the quietness of their words through their discussions as people move about their day far in the distance.

His legs slow to a still as both ears flicker back until perking forward again with a glance over to his companion. Mouth almost agape at the words.

A vacation home. By the beach. Of course when Dokja had mentioned wanting to buy a house, the rest of their companions chimed in with their own thoughts. Almost all of them. A light laugh leaves him, almost flabbergasted, though the corners of his eyes crinkle at the thought with a wide smile. ]

After being here for a week.. I can see the appeal. [ The kids especially would love it. They would be able to go down to the waters whenever they wanted. The shores would be nice to sunbathe by and even walk around every morning. The sound that escapes him after is shaky. ] ..I want to.

[ More than anything. ]

[ Joonghyuk doesn't turn to Dokja. Instead, he's also imagining what their vacation house would be like by the beach. Should it be in Jeju island? Or maybe Hawaii? Without noticing, his tail is wagging and thumping against Dokja's. If it's in the States, then they would need to contact Anna Croft... Which makes him realize the contempt he has for that woman has cooled a bit. Still hates her, but he doesn't feel like killing her right away. Later, of course.

So many things changed and it's all because of the man beside him. He steals a glance from the corner of his eye and instantly his chest swells. Dokja looks... Happy. ]

Stop grinning like a fool. [ He's glad his companion hasn't forgotten how to smile. Joonghyuk's arms fold against his chest. ] We have to save you before we buy the vacation house.

[ Idiot. ]

[ It's that sudden wagging and thumping that drags in his gaze, ever brief, as he's focused on the man again. The movements are like small insistent little bats, which once again has his fox tail flopping against. ]

What? [ At that remark his smile drops, looking as close to pouting without actually. He huffs a little, leaning over as his hand presses onto the bench with a tilt of his head. Intentionally keeping the other's gaze locked with his own. ]

You said you would, didn't you? [ He can feel his chest tighten. For a moment his gaze trembles, until he looks off to the side. ] ..I can at least look forward to it.

[ It's something he can grasp onto. Hold onto, as a reminder of sorts. It does not change what will happen as soon as he returns, all these promises and warm meaningful words won't stop Kim Dokja from what he plans to do. But.. he can at least hope for more. He can hope for his friends to find a way, to eventually save him.. to living in that vacation home on the beach.

Even if it takes four years. One thousand, eight hundred and sixty five. Maybe even more, he wants to bury it deep in his heart so he never forgets. One day, they'll come. Kim Dokja hates the phrase Happy Endings, but.. he can't help but wish for one. ]

I will.

[ ... Joonghyuk can at least let Dokja have that, even if he frowns when his companion talks back to him. It's fine to look forward to it since he's so sure, with all of his being, that they'll bring Dokja back home. They'll have their big house in Seoul, then buy another house by the beach elsewhere. They're going to do so many things... And they'll have their happy ending.

He looks back to the ocean. This view will be theirs at home, too. If Dokja falls asleep again, he won't try to wake him this time. They can just rest together. ]

[ Hey, there's no need to frown at him like that. You should look more confident when you reassure that you will? Still, his imagination does run a little wild with their discussion. His tail swishing contently until he becomes aware of the other's weight again. He looks over, stares for a moment, before it finally registers. ]

Do you remember how we met? [ From his pocket he removes what.. looks to be a wooden comb? It's not perfect, but it gets the job done. Carefully he lifts and drapes that black tail over his lap as he squints at it. Yeah, he thought he saw a knot but it's more obvious now. Carefully he starts to comb through the fur, continuing as he speaks his thoughts. ]

I told you that I was a huge fan of you. [ Thinking back on it, it was kind of funny. His hands move gently, instead of attacking the source of the knot he works on easing and smoothing out the fur around so it loosens without any direct sharp tugging. Dokja made that first mistake on his own tail the other day. ]

[ His ears twitch and he turns back to Dokja rather abruptly, but he doesn't jerk away or stand up from where he is. He's relaxed enough to stay where he's at with a scrutinizing gaze on the comb. He wants to point out something, to ask why Dokja is doing this, but he's caught in Dokja's stroll down memory lane instead.

... He has seen enough of Dokja's story to know what the man says is true. It may not be in the same sense as what Joonghyuk initially though, but— ]

The novel never described my tourney matches in detail.

[ It's a good thing Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't ask, if because Kim Dokja does not have an answer. He.. felt like it? It keeps himself busy and alert, so he isn't drifting back to sleep. The comb goes idle for a moment after a while, fingers carefully threading through to ensure there isn't any knots he may have missed in black fur. ]

No. But in Scenarios where you got to use Pro Gamer, it described it well. [ Even so, if Yoo Joonghyuk went back into his Pro Gaming career... it would be a first to see in person. This time the comb brushes through the length of that black tail without a single knot in place. His own tail starts to sway now again as though pleased with his work. He didn't particularly care before.. but Laurent did say he should take care of his own tail since it's technically a part of him.

Never mind that this was.. not his tail, but actually Joonghyuk's. Distantly he thinks of that day on the bridge, it feels so long ago.. Glancing back to his companion, he finds his own gaze drawn to the other's. ]

[ He looks at Dokja and sees not the constellation, but the man that has helped him find happiness. His frown still stays, but his gaze is less intense. The ears are telling, too, since they pin back. Quickly, he takes that comb out of Dokja's hand and shifts his tail away. It's his turn to comb.

Dokja's tail? A mess. His gaze lowers to the white puff that he starts combing. ]

... Were there no texts about my life before the third turn?

[ Of course, he means a retelling rather than a reference, well aware that the first and second turn are sometimes referred to in passing. He's curious if maybe there were author's notes? Or maybe Dokja talked to tls123 about it—a life that was never published or written for everyone to see. ]

[ Dokja blinks widely as the comb is taken from him, feeling the warmth and weight of that tail gone from his lap. Though his body stiffens for a moment as his companion's attention draws to his own tail. He didn't think it was that bad but the almost scrutinizing gaze makes him think otherwise.

A hand raises to press curled fingers against his mouth, contemplating the words but also fighting back a shiver. Ears flicker for only a moment until they press back, clearing his throat. ]

No. Only in reference, but nothing overly in detail. I never got to read it.

[ Though he's curious as to why it was brought up. But, it does make him curious, what was the Yoo Joonghyuk of the 0th turn like? And the 1st? And 2nd? The three turns unknown before the beginning of Ways of Survival. ]

[ Joonghyuk, as usual, is rather rough with Dokja's tail? At least with propping it up so he can efficiently and effectively comb through it. In some of the tougher tangles, he's gentler so that the comb's teeth slide through with ease with little shifts. There are times where he has to dig into the fur to take something out, but... Mostly grooming. The silkier it gets, the less nitpicking.

He seems focused on the tail, but his thoughts are definitely elsewhere. He wonders, is it all right to tell him? It won't change their future or fate at all. They both know that nothing will stop them from doing what they plan on doing. ]

... Before I arrived here, I remembered some of my life before I became a regressor.

[ Which is the most astounding thing. He never had memories before the first turn, but as he prepared to ask his comrades to join him to save Dokja, he was hit with memories he never thought he had. They're in pieces, but one thing is certain—Dokja was there. ]

[ Stop mean to me... Carefully, Dokja sits just a bit closer, enough their sides almost press against one another but it's just so it's easier for his tail? Now and then he sucks in a quiet breath, as if anticipating a sudden sharpness or pain from the tug of the comb but it's always been gentle. It slowly relaxes him further, though it quivers at any of the deeper digging. ]

Y.. you remembered? [ There's a shake in his voice, but the surprise is what shows on his face. Of course as far as he's aware, all he has is the distant referenced text now and then. This is a story he has not read for himself. Unaware of what his actions back home will lead to. It's precisely why this time he's pressing closer without any self awareness, more focused on those words with a high perk of those ears. ]

Can you tell me? [ There's that ever telltale twinkle in his eyes.. always gleaming when he talks about his favorite book, thought of the story he's grown up reading. But to hear it from Yoo Joonghyuk.. it feels more than just that. ]

[ Joonghyuk's ears perk in high alert as Dokja presses against him further and further, disgruntled by his bubbled being invaded so quickly. Instinctively, he wants to be tight-lipped, but. Okay. Stop staring at him like that. ]

I don't remember too much.

[ He runs his fingers through Dokja's hair to proof his fur, hoping to find no snags or tangles anywhere. The grooming ends with a shake to make sure the tail puffs like it should. There. ]

But you were there. [ He goes quiet. Expression darkening. ] And you smacked my head.

Oh. [ Ears sooner droop, already comfortable enough to spend the rest of the day listening to his story if Yoo Joonghyuk was willing. Though he finds a shiver run through him again, swallowing as he becomes increasingly aware of those fingers shifting through fur. Which it ends with a brief snort as Joonghyuk resorts to his shake method. It does the job, tail puffing up before it starts to swish. ]

Me? [ Brows knit, words quiet as he takes that information in. Dokja was.. there? For the 0th turn? But that didn't make sense. Not to him as of now. Quietly, he looks back only to catch that darken expression.

Um. ] Are you sure that was me? You must have imagined it. [ Kim Dokja of the 0th turn... what were you thinking? ]

... It was you.

[ Joonghyuk has already known that this Dokja is the one that he left in the train and maybe time still flows the same for him. This only answers the question he never asked. His companion now is not the one to lead him to victory and happiness—at least not yet. Actually, he isn't too sure about the details when it comes to Dokja's future role in the universe. ]

You were reading my very first story.

I see... [ At least Joonghyuk doesn't seem as murderous as he was seconds earlier, instead he seems to have a distant look. Dokja lowers his own gaze, ears flickering forward with a thoughtful expression.

The Yoo Joonghyuk of the 0th turn... ] Likely, you would have no experience then. Did you pick a Constellation because of that? Hmmm.. If I was there-- [ Would he have been able to guide him? Imagine if he was able to persuade him to take him on as his Sponsor. Would he teach him exactly what path to take, what to avoid, where to get the best items from side Scenarios.. It likely isn't until that turn or the next few that earns Yoo Joonghyuk's hard distrust so if anytime was possible it would likely be the 0th turn. Unless Yoo Joonghyuk was always that way? ]

When we go back, I'll probably have a lot of time to read. [ ... ]

[ It takes him a while to rack his brain to remember more. Did he pick anyone? His eyes trail off as his ears pin back, trying his best to recall these disjointed memories. ]

No.

[ He remembers the fear of getting smacked again, so he decided not to trust any Constellations at the beginning. One thins is clear is that Dokja guided him through the scenarios. Turning back to him, he stays quiet. ]

... You can't tell me what it's like.

[ Because Dokja hasn't become it yet. Of course, Dokja wouldn't be able to give him answers and maybe hints at how he could save him. ]

[ So he didn't. ] Yoo Joonghyuk.

[ His tail shifts as he turns to face the other more, meeting him more as he brings his gaze to look at his companion. Even as Joonghyuk looks to him and says those words. He can't tell him. No, he can't, after all he does not know that story right now. As much as he can try and imagine, it is something unknown to him. ]

I'm sure it's a good story. [ After all, the story as a whole is a story he loves, hates... that's saved him. Of course, guilt shows in that gleam in his eyes. Because of Kim Dokja... Yoo Joonghyuk has suffered time and time again. Lips part, closing, ears slowly folding back before he says it again. ] I'm sorry.

[ Joonghyuk's lips press into a thin line as he stays quiet. In the end, he did pick a sponsor... Long after the scenarios ended. He chose someone, but how could he tell Dokja that? ]

Kim Dokja...

[ His black tail curls around him as his ears sweep back, hanging his head a bit. How could you expect him to live on? When you were his reason for regressing and his reason for living... When that purpose is taken away from him. When it leaves him with one last question with no answer. What should he do? His heart is already sold on saving Dokja, but his rational mind thinks of the path left behind by failure. He knows better than anyone how cruel the universe is.

His dark eyes shake as he looks at Dokja, expression twisted in his scowl but only sadness is etched in his features. In his weakness, he can't help but think of what happens if Dokja will be their story's sacrifice. For a moment, he understands what Dokja must have felt when he visited the 1863rd word-line. He doesn't say more since the atmosphere speaks for him. All he needs is the comfort of his company since... When they come home, he will only be left with 49%. ]

[ When dark eyes meet with his own, he finds his expression slip. Almost as if the man before him was beginning to curl up within himself. Dokja cannot begin to wonder what kind of thoughts are going through his companion's head right now. Whether good, or bad.. Yet, it feels as if he's struggling and.. like every moment before, the more he read said struggles.. the more he began to lose that hate, feeling sorrow for him, he inquired- "Doesn't he deserve to be happy?"

His hands raise before he even realizes it, fingers trembling lightly as they cup Joonghyuk's face with a shake of his gaze that flickers from one eye to another. Searching, looking.. ]

Hey. [ The word leaves him soft, quiet- it questions whether he actually said anything, taking in the scowl that reflects from Joonghyuk. An expression that is not too strange from the man but it's that gaze that has a shaky smile lifting his own lips. He doesn't know if he's able to help. If he can comfort him like this. ]

Happy thoughts. [ Familiar sounding words. Spoken once before, two times.. three now. His hands continue to hold him, feather-light as he searches that gaze for anything. Was this enough? ..Was he enough? ]

[ Joonghyuk doesn't instantly snatch Dokja's hand like he usually would, doesn't scold him for trying to do something weird to him like he usually would... Instead, he lets that fretful hand caress his lightly scarred face. Words in response well in his chest as he listens to Dokja, all stifled because he knows the other man can't give him answers. It frustrates him. It saddens him.

Happy memories. There's a pang, but he raises his own hand to lay over Dokja's and follows his voice. Happy memories. The small lulls between scenarios with his companions... Then he thinks about what waits for them when this is over. When he saves Dokja, they will all have more happy memories. For now, he indulges in the comfortable silence and thoughts. ]

[ Maybe it should surprise him that Joonghyuk doesn't remove himself from the hold. Thumbs careful and light as they brush over skin. He doesn't receive an answer nor a question. It's only silence. He feels his breath cut off, swallowing after as he fights to keep his hands still.

He whispers it once more. Happy thoughts. Happy memories. As he did before, and how Joonghyuk returned the favor, to keep them going. The past, the present and the future. Not wanting to interrupt the silence, he does not say anything else. Forgets about the world around them and only looks at the man before him. Instead, focuses on the hand resting on his own, the other moving some black strands to the side with a lingering touch. ]

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