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[trashed]

[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

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[distressedude]

[W e l p.]

[Ion was just opening up the cupboard beneath the sink to throw out a few scraps of paper into the kitchen trash, when the can just seemed to explode out and onto the ground.]

[...is that a person?]

[Action]

[childofthefullmoon]

[Luceti really has it out for Estelle too. For as she's trying to clean up in house #12, every time she turns around... things are dirty again. Just... random trash and such seems to appear when she's not looking. This is just a little frustrating.

As she goes to throw away some of the garbage she'd just recently picked up, she opens the lid to the kitchen trash can... there's a face.

Oh look! More random trash!

Estelle shrieks and jumps back in surprise, dropping what she had just picked up.]

[positivelycharged]

[Oh hey, how'd you get in the kitchen trash, Sync. You're not gonna tell on the fact Florian's sneaking snacks, are you?]

...............Do you want a cookie?

[dissonates]

[Sync must have the best luck ever, because just as he appears in the trash can of House #47, Asch is opening it and dumping a plate of smelly old meatloaf in.

So yeah. You enjoy that, Sync. All over your face.]

[cilantro]

[Considering how odd things have been happening all week, Cilan really should be used to something like this happening by now. And yet, when he goes to open the lid for the trash can to throw some trash away in the kitchen, he honestly wasn't expecting to see a person appearing in the trash of all places. So yeah, enjoy that sudden loud noise of surprise and him nearly slamming the lid back down on you in response.

Thankfully for you though, Sync, he does move the lid to look again rather than just leaving you there.] Hello? Are you alright?

[greenghost]

[John's actually pretty surprised you can fit in that little trash can there, Sync. Which is precisely why he's sitting at his desk leaning backward in his chair and staring at you.]

...Having some trouble there, dude?

[trashed]

[Sync comes tumbling out of the trash can -- just how, exactly, had he fit in there? Who knows.]

Stupid plac--

[He catches familiar green hair out of the corner of his eyes, and--]

You've got to be kidding me!

[Action]

[trashed]

[When she shrieks, he winces -- but at least he can come out of the trash can now.

He rubs his ear and brushes himself off, looking even more grumpy now than he had before. Is that even possible?]

Geez, your screaming's really annoying.

[trashed]

[Not a word. That is, if you don't go and tell everyone else that he's here.

...Also cookie what even--]

I don't want a cookie! I want to stop having this happen!

[Enter him trying...to get up. Bah.]

[trashed]

[UGH GROSS MEATLOAF.

Sync yelps something unintelligible when the stuff hits his face, and he's quickly trying to get it off his face. Gross.]

Hey! Watch it!

[...Wait.]

[trashed]

[OH MAN DON'T SLAM IT BACK ON HIS FACE.

...Ugh, this was extremely annoying.]

Great. I'm just great. I really wanted to be appearing in trash cans today!

[This is not-so-subtle sarcasm, Cilan.]

[trashed]

[Yeah, well he's surprised too.

He just kind of...rolls out of it or something, and mutters under his breath.]

What was your first idea, genius?

[distressedude]

Sync?

[Just... staring.]

[There are so many questions he could ask, but for now, he'll stick to the most obvious one.]

...what were you doing in there?

[childofthefullmoon]

[Estelle can only stare in disbelief as a boy comes climbing out of the trash can, looking very displeased.

There are no words.

At least not until he speaks.]

How did you...

[trashed]

[Here come the stupid conversations--]

It's not like I wanted to be in there, you idiot! This stupid place is screwing me up again!

[trashed]

[Yeah, he's pretty surprised too. It's not like he can help it, though.]

I don't know, okay? I don't exactly like being in trash cans!

[He's pretty crabby.]

[cilantro]

[Sync, he does at least know what sarcasm is, thanks--he has people like Chili or Burgundy in his life to helpfully educate him on this. Yours is unsubtle enough for him to get that you're pretty annoyed by this. ^^;;]

Here, would you like some help? [See look he's even setting aside the lid to offer a hand to help him out like the nice guy that he is.]

[distressedude]

But why did you end up in the trash--

[...wow, rude, Malnosso.]

...there seems to be an experiment going on. I thought it was just taking people around the village, but...

[positivelycharged]

You mean coming out of trash cans?

[Though you seem to be having trouble there. He puts his cookie in his mouth and goes over to offer a hand.]

[greenghost]

Actually my first idea was 'whoa there's a dude in my trash can,' but that's probably semantics. You need some help?

[childofthefullmoon]

[Well yeah, she doesn't think anyone would.

His crabbiness though doesn't deter Estelle from clasping her hands to her chest and stepping forward.]

You're not hurt are you?

[Because she doesn't know what else to say to that, and being in that trash can had to be pretty uncomfortable.]

[presumablyalone]

[This week has certainly been a weird one. With the trees talking about people, the sky that's dark during the day and bright at night. Seto's been lucky enough to not get effected by anything that's happening to other people thus far.

But then when he goes to throw a wrapper away in the trashcan by the fridge...

...

A person.

THERE IS A PERSON IN THIS TRASHCAN.] W-What are you doing in there??

[action]

[seleniahymn]

[It seems that whatever forces are behind this, they are fond of making Sync continuously appear in House One as this time he emerges from the wastebasket in Tear's room just as she was depositing the remnants of an apple core into his face.

... She did not expect to see a head of familiar green hair.] Sync!

it's sad that almost nothing surprises him at this point

[dissonates]

[Asch pauses, considering the voice for a moment. He knows that voice. That is Sync. That is definitely Sync in the trash can.

....

So he calmly slams the lid back on and turns away to leave. He is too blind for this bullshit.]

[Action]

[bubblywishes]

[Well, after climbing into the house through the window to actually get breakfast (doors are terrible creations in Luceti, this Norma has learned well and good), the girl finishes up what she made for herself and little Sophie, and shoos the kid off into the living room to play or draw or something while she does the dishes. But not before first dumping the remains of Sophie's soggy cereal right into the trash.

Incoming!]