catchall for luke pcs

[hairckervoice]

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WEEK 1, POST-TRIAL

[hairckervoice]

[ so luke is in the study writing his super private diary! and suddenly, out of nowhere, she appeareth. ]

Hello again!

[ all up in luke's personal space. emma the robot is also here, and beeps at luke. ]

Are you taking notes on the experiment? I don't have my notebook, myself....

[dupelicate]

[At the sudden invasion of the personal space bubble, Luke jolts in the direction of Entrapta's voice, and leans back so far that he nearly tumbles out of his chair.]

Woah!

[Momentarily flailing, he rights himself, gripping the seat's edges with his hands.]

No! I mean, yes! But not just the-- [he rallies, shaking his head.] I'm just writing in my journal.

[hairckervoice]

[ this does not affect entrapta at all. she just stays where she is, very awkwardly in his personal bubble. ]

Oh? A personal journal, or a scientific one?

[ one is more boring than the other!! ]

[dupelicate]

Personal. Just as a... a way for me to remember things.

[Not that he was in any danger of amnesia anymore. It was just a good touchstone, a tie to a more "normal" existence. Still leaning carefully out of Entrapta's weirdly invasive posture, he shrugs, mildly embarrassed at being caught.] Sorry to disappoint.

[hairckervoice]

Interesting.... subject seems to have some sort of sentimental attachment to writing down day to day minutae! [ she's talking to her robot. why is she like this. ] Or perhaps some kind of memory issue that prevents him from recalling specific details without a recollection!

Can I see?

[ she's at least less in his face now, but she is looking at the journal. rude. ]

WEEK 2, SUNDAY

[dupelicate]

[Here is Luke, in the kitchen

standing in the fridge

he's doing that thing

where you just stand in the fridge and stare at its contents.

The door beeps.

He closes the fridge.

And reopens it.

The staring continues.]

[hairckervoice]

[ entrapta is behind him, speaking to herself. ]

Subject seems to be caught in a loop..... perhaps he is malfunctioning. [ a beat. ]

Do humans malfunction?

[dupelicate]

Wah!

[This again!!!!!

Shutting the fridge, he whips around, leaning against it.]

I'm not malfunctioning!

I'm just... hungry!

[hairckervoice]

And yet you are opening and closing the door instead of eating its contents.

It is highly illogical.

[ just saying. ]

i really hate this tag

[dupelicate]

I just can't decide what to eat!

[he wants all of it. also, none of it.

because he'd have to cook it. and he doesn't want to.

but he really is hungry.

but he really doesn't want to keep asking Guy.]

Ugh, what a-- [he bites down on the word before it can even leave his cursed mouthhole.] whatever! I'll just eat some crackers.

[The Perfect Meal.

Stomping to the pantry, he manages to successfully open an entire sleeve of some kind of round, buttery cracker, which he proceeds to stand in the middle of the kitchen and consume. :/]

What about you, Entrapta? What are you gonna have?

[crumbs. crackerbits. CRUMBS. CRACKERBITS.]

WEEK 4, ???

[hairckervoice]

[ at some point after luke runs away from his mom, entrapta is discovering him. somewhere. ]

Oh! Hello, Luke.

WEEK 4, MMM LETS GO WITH...... tuesday. afternoon???

[dupelicate]

[He's in the lab, for once. Just kind of... looking around. Poking things he probably shouldn't. Examining fontech.

He gives Entrapta a wave.]

Hey. Do you live in here, or something? [It seems equally likely to the alternative.]

okok

[hairckervoice]

I do sleep here sometimes.

[ casually tbh. ]

But right now I am working on a project! [ so yeah pretty much. ] What are you doing, Luke?

[dupelicate]

I don't know. Looking around, I guess.

[A weird thing to say, because he's definitely been in here before. But he does seem to be honestly... looking. Considering everything.]

Hey, Entrapta—have you ever made an offering to any of the gods?

[hairckervoice]

[ now she's observing his behavior.... don't steal her shit luke :/ :/ :/ ]

Yes, I have! Are you looking to get an audience?

WEEK 6, THURSDAY

[hairckervoice]

[ tracking down luke has been difficult but she finally did it!!! ]

Hello, Luke!

[ no escape from the feelings. ]

[dupelicate]

[It may have been assisted by the helpful addition of LUKE written outside of his door in squiggly Fonic Script. At the sound of Entrapta's voice, he shuffles to the door, peeking out at her.]

Uh, hey.

Why are you here?

[hairckervoice]

I've been looking for you.

[ and she read her way to victory. ]

To provide an emotional support.

[ she knows it's called a hug but he can fight her ]

[dupelicate]

Oh--

[a hug. IT'S CALLED A HUG.]

You came all this way to...

...Emotional support me?

[H-U-G]

[hairckervoice]

That's right. To provide an emotional support.

[ what the fuck is a hug. ]

And... discuss feelings? But I don't have much experience with that.

WEEK 6 (POST-TRIAL)

[dupelicate]

[She could probably walk it, but... well. In a way, he felt like he owed her. So here's Entrapta, getting carried up three flights of stairs to the labs.

He's been quiet for the entire journey, with only the occasional exhale here and there. When they reach the landing of the third floor, he glances at her. His face is a little red from the exertion, but he looks more tired on a deeper level unrelated to muscles.]

Are you doing okay?

[hairckervoice]

[ she hasn't reacted or moved like, at all. he could punch her, and she wouldn't react. but that's how she always is. he must have noticed over the weeks. ]

.... Catra is dead. I am alive, because.... she forcefed me poison that faked my death.

[ that about sums it up. ]

[dupelicate]

She did.

[He nods, confirming what they both already knew, sighs, and keeps going, making a moderately-paced beeline for the lab.]

...Do you want to talk about it?

[hairckervoice]

I don't know what happened in trial, or... that night. Can you tell me?

[ about trial, at least, he wasn't there for the murder. ]

[ or was he. ]

[dupelicate]

Sure. I can tell you as much as I know.

[he lets go with one hand, grabbing the handle for the lab, bumping it open with his hip, and spinning them both in.]

Where to? You might want to sit down for this.