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[A tall and muscular redhead is up before the sun, keeping a brisk pace as he jogs around the entire perimeter of the island over and over and over. He'll wave to a few people on each lap, though he won't bother to stop for a while - he's pretty focused.

It's only about twelve laps in that he finally can be found at rest, chugging down a sports drink from the gift shop as he uses a lounge chair as more of a bench, wiping at his forehead as he checks the knots against his shoes.

When he spots Temenos, he'll offer a nod, but won't get up.]

Morning. You sure were asking a lot of questions yesterday.

[After Lobelia's jokeful prodding, Beel quickly ripped himself away and marched straight to the buffet, knocking over several robots with his pace.

There's less decorum. He doesn't bother to return to the table at first, walking up to the buffet and shoving food directly into his mouth, swallowing whole, barely stopping to breathe.

It's only when he's been at that pace for close to an hour that he finally crawls to a steadier pace. He reaches for a plate despite the angry beeping of the robots trying to refill the empty buffet sections. Reaction has him picking up tongs, only to bring the metal to his mouth with a sickening crunch.

He pauses, looking at his hand, before burying it in a fist against his stomach, which growls as though still bottomelessly empty.

He'll spot Temenos about now, but his eyes don't stay on the priest for long. Instead, he tries to focus on finding another pair of tongs.]

[He's tucked away in the arcade on one of the consoles with an enormous popcorn bucket filled with bite-size chocolate chip cookies, though his attention stays pretty drawn to the screen. One would think it would be food, but no -- he's busy planning out teams on an old America-style football game.

His mouth is, predictably, full when he sees Temenos, but he'll abruptly swallow and motion for him.]

Mm. Hey. Take a seat if you want, the chairs are actually pretty comfortable.

Give me a second. I want to save this.

[Temenos makes for the kitchen as soon as the allotted time for investigation has passed in hopes that those few hours gave Beelzebub the time he needed to calm down from whatever frenzy he was plagued with. However, he doesn't quite make it all the way there before he discovers smudges of flour on the floor, heading outward from the kitchen area. The lack of sound coming from inside is further confirmation that Beelzebub is on the move, which...could be bad or good, depending on his state of mind.

He turns around and follows the flour trail until he arrives at their apparent destination: the beach showers.]

Beelzebub?

[He calls out as he approaches. He's still not quite sure what to expect, but it's probably a good sign that Beelzebub apparently has come out here to clean off.]

[What an utterly exhausting day this has been. But Temenos isn't ready to retire for the night just yet. There is someone in particular that he wishes to check up on for the second time today.

His first guess that he would find Beelzebub at the buffet proves to be incorrect, so he makes for the Dodo cabana in an attempt to find him there.

A gentle rapping at the door...]

[Knock knock on the cabana door, helloooo

Except the sound is coming from the bottom of the door instead of the top, like someone is kicking it with their foot. Because that's exactly what's happening.]

[He's out cold the entire day after trial. But early on Sunday, Beelzebub can be spotted out on the beaches closest to the cabanas, no longer in his demonic form, slowly wading barefoot through the surf with his pant legs rolled up. Every once in a while, he leans down to scoop a handful of sand up and shove it into his mouth, before continuing on his walk.]

[The evening is fun and chaotic and, more importantly, filled with good food. But
once the portions have slimmed down, Beel's minds quickly move onto other things. What would be good right now after all that healthy food---

...

Ah.

He has just the thing in mind. But he remembers who he wanted to take with him. Hopefully Temenos wasn't too tipsy on wine.

Beelzebub quietly skirts through the crowd to tug against Temenos's sleeve with one hand, leaning down to try and keep his tone low against the murmur (or yelling, who knows what's happening atm) of the others.]

Baizhu's running out. I'm going to go to get ice cream before it gets too late and the buffet gets locked up.

Do you want to come with?

[As requested, Beelzebub waits rather late in the night at the onsen. His things can be seen sitting off to one side while one of the showers runs, rinsing himself off before he bothers to go into the onsen proper. He's keeping his ears alert for whether he has company or not, though, even as he gently switches the water off and reaches for a towel for his waist.]

[It's not a cozy spot, tucked in the sea caves on Seagem. The rocks are cold, and the rock cage a little colder, fused with the back of the cave wall.

There is a kittybot nearby, just out of reach to actually be touched but routinely depositing snacks. Beelzebub, behind the stone bars, is pacing back and forth, occasionally reaching through the bards to grab whatever is handed to him and shove it into his mouth in the midst of his pacing.

He doesn't notice his company.]

WEEK 0 - Sunday morning

WEEK 1 - FRIDAY

WEEK 2 - WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON

WEEK 2 - FRIDAY POST-INVEST

WEEK 2 - POST-TRIAL

WEEK 3 - WEDNESDAY NIGHT