[ a little later on on friday, lu bixing is here at the bar. he's got a water in front of him, but isn't really paying it much attention, seemingly lost in thought, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sweater
we're at the bar again! it's another bar now though. it's the clown bar. lu bixing is here, sitting in a stool, holding a drink in hand. though, he hasn't had any of it yet, which is a blessing for everyone.
he gives childe a little wave when he wades through the ballpit, and offers him a hand up. welcome to ballpit clown drink hell]
[I will get back to our Thursday one in a bit too help BUT ANYWAY. He is here, probably along with like everyone else because they're all starving after 9 hours? Or maybe not because there were dismembered body parts this time. It's fine.]
today, lu bixing is... in the kitchen! wow. it's his turn to be cooking something - it looks like he might be baking, actually, with the meager ingredients available to him? but he is very scientifically measuring out baking powder and putting it in a small bowl of other dry ingredients when childe comes in. ]
[Hilariously I cannot fucking find this in one clip for the life of me FOR SOME REASON so--
Perhaps they moseyed off to explore the new island, perhaps they're in the middle of discussing how best to deal with Octopus 2 Electric Boogaloo--A MYSTERY. I'll let you decide if the screen just pops up while they're talking or if they get knocked into a hole, but either way, Lu Bixing gets to see this memory from 9:13 to 15:37!!
Hmmm. Well. That's a little awkward, but it certainly could've been worse.]
lu bixing's in the planetarium, today, after that. thankfully, it's empty besides him? which is good, because there's a very faintly smoky smell coming from near one of the star displays, and the faint light of a burning cigarette in the dark, mixed in with the pinpricks of stars.
well, maybe not a cigarette? that's definitely a weed smell. it's fine. god. what a day. ]
[ hello it's wednesday and lu bixing is in the lab with childe!
he's sitting on a stool, with a few different Science Tools and a few beakers of chemicals, legs folded and looking curiously over at
Weapons.
anyway he sighs a little wistfully as he's looking over Stuff with childe. his personal device is up beside him, projecting a set of screens like usual. ]
See, this is the kind of weapon enhancement that I'm good with. I'd really give anything for just slightly better technology... Give me the supplies and I could build a nuclear weapon, but instead, I've got gasoline and minor chemicals.
[ sitting out on the stairs at the mansion is lu bixing! and he is just
working. there are so many screens out of his personal device. There Is So Much Math. he's typing away almost furiously at his keyboard, brow furrowed, an unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Work Mode TM
week 0, friday
hello childe genshin impact ]
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week 1, monday
we're at the bar again! it's another bar now though. it's the clown bar. lu bixing is here, sitting in a stool, holding a drink in hand. though, he hasn't had any of it yet, which is a blessing for everyone.
he gives childe a little wave when he wades through the ballpit, and offers him a hand up. welcome to ballpit clown drink hell]
Hey, Childe. You found the place!
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love that this sat open in a tab for hours because dw didn't send it
week 1, thursday
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week 1, saturday
It's been a rough few days for you, huh?
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w2, sunday
today, lu bixing is... in the kitchen! wow. it's his turn to be cooking something - it looks like he might be baking, actually, with the meager ingredients available to him? but he is very scientifically measuring out baking powder and putting it in a small bowl of other dry ingredients when childe comes in. ]
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w3, monday or tuesday
Perhaps they moseyed off to explore the new island, perhaps they're in the middle of discussing how best to deal with Octopus 2 Electric Boogaloo--A MYSTERY. I'll let you decide if the screen just pops up while they're talking or if they get knocked into a hole, but either way, Lu Bixing gets to see this memory from 9:13 to 15:37!!
Hmmm. Well. That's a little awkward, but it certainly could've been worse.]
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week 3, saturday
lu bixing's in the planetarium, today, after that. thankfully, it's empty besides him? which is good, because there's a very faintly smoky smell coming from near one of the star displays, and the faint light of a burning cigarette in the dark, mixed in with the pinpricks of stars.
well, maybe not a cigarette? that's definitely a weed smell. it's fine. god. what a day. ]
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w4, weds
he's sitting on a stool, with a few different Science Tools and a few beakers of chemicals, legs folded and looking curiously over at
Weapons.
anyway he sighs a little wistfully as he's looking over Stuff with childe. his personal device is up beside him, projecting a set of screens like usual. ]
See, this is the kind of weapon enhancement that I'm good with. I'd really give anything for just slightly better technology... Give me the supplies and I could build a nuclear weapon, but instead, I've got gasoline and minor chemicals.
[ tragedy ] So - what do you want to try and do?
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w7, monday
Hey--I got your last message.
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w7, sat
working. there are so many screens out of his personal device. There Is So Much Math. he's typing away almost furiously at his keyboard, brow furrowed, an unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Work Mode TM
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