week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[poans]

[Messmer has no idea.

Sent stumbles forward by the unexpected bump, Yi Sang snaps his eyes open and promptly falls over.]

Mm . . .

[Yi Sang staggers onto his feet, only to lose his balance and nearly trip when he manages to grab onto the rail. Everywhere he looks, it spins violently. He chances a look over his shoulder at Messmer.]

Messmer . . . How do you . . . fare?

[anathemaw]

[ Oh shit. Did Yi Sang just fall over? Messmer vaguely reaches out to try and catch him before he hits the floor, but he's too disoriented to manage it, only swiping the air. At least he gets back up; this time, Messmer does land a hand on his shoulder, although it's unclear who it's supposed to be helping - Yi Sang or himself. ]

Poorly. Let us be rid of this place...

[ trying to nudge Yi Sang along while keeping his other hand attached to the railing. Surely, if they just keep following it along, they'll eventually pop out on the other side...? Originally, his grousing about the exhibit was just grumpiness, but now he really, truly doesn't understand why anyone would do this for fun. ]

cw: emesis . . .

[poans]

Hmm . . .

[The hand is surprisingly grounding, though it shouldn't be when considering their environs. Yi Sang inches forward with the rail as his lifeline, and after what feels like an eternity, they manage to put the hellish tunnel behind them.

Outside, Yi Sang stands as still as a statue—albeit one with a blue face from the roiling nausea in his gut, which he promptly empties into the nearest disposal bin.]