w0 curfew (the other half of the game is in the sim room)

[messy]

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[barriermaddened]

[Sora had come just like usual to have some wine before bed, as she was beginning to get used to while on this spaceship. Then the curfew blocking happens, and she can only look at the doors closing down, locking them in]

...are we again caught in the ship's many malfunctions? [She says, sips her wine, and her thoughts get broadcasted, thanks thoughtshare:

'And this time there isn't even a decently comfortable pod to spend the night in...'

So this is the price to pay for coming to have some alcohol, huh]

[messy]

[eating all the little cocktail onions when this happens. help.]

... Oh, you've gotta be shitting me! 9AM?!

[barriermaddened]

They could have at least warned us this would happen.

[messy]

Ugh, those giant fucking dildos. [REACHES FOR A WINE BOTTLE, ACTUALLY...] Just decommission the ship already if it can't even handle a software update!

[verminous]

[checking that little announcement-]

Looks more planned than a malfunction to me.

[murdergate]

Do you still have those cigarettes?

[verminous]

[checking the pack...]

One or two. These're hard to stretch out for so long...

[murdergate]

[ awww, he's not gonna steal a man's couple cigarettes just cuz his shrooms are in his room.

this poor man. ]

What a pity. Try to relax for now. I'll smoke you out after the doors open.

[verminous]

Yeah? I'm gonna assume you're not just talking about nicotine.

[a touch of lighter vibes. what's your poison, my man.]

[inequals]

[ Having regularly scheduled wine before bed is such a powermove and she respects it honestly. ]

Haha~, they should've seriously triple-checked all the functions before letting us in. I think this would make Faustie pre-tty upset.

[ The vibe Rodion is giving off rn is very 'aw man, not again'. ]

[verminous]

Can you imagine the senior crew here dealing with her?

[

maybe that would be interesting to watch, actually.]

[inequals]

I think it'd be funny. The crew doesn't say much and Faust also doesn't ask much.

[ So it'd just be like. A lot of judgmental silence probably. Her just like Faust will accept this but Faust dislikes it incredibly. ]

[verminous]

How long you think they'd end up staying there?

[just existing in judgmental silence at each other...]

[inequals]

I think it's gonna be like, a minute of weird silence, until one of them goes "uh" and then Faustie would probably say something like [ in a vague mimicry of what is PROBABLY supposed to be Faust's voice ] "Faust finds your maintenance awareness below standards expected of Limbus Company given our regularly scheduled shining of Mephistopheles's windows to keep them squeaky clean and we would never the steering wheel run around rampant like the Eudora's washing machines, but we will make do".

But pretend it's bigger words.

[frotag]

This sort of thing happen to you often, Rocchan?

[inequals]

[ Ooh, new nickname. She gives off positive vibes. Truly just so chill, at least on the surface -- if you really squint, there is a bit of something under there, kind of like standing on a sheet of ice over a lake. Something kind of like apprehension, like a wariness and expectation in the back of her mind for the ice to crack. ]

Ehh, not these exact scenarios, but I'd say I get roped up into some pretty weird stuff often.

[ Not even just at home but already here on the Eudora. Very funny. ]

[frotag]

[ . . . he simply takes the warm reception the nickname gets, and lets whatever else lurks beneath the surface lay undisturbed. ]

... Heh, yeah, I can relate. I mean, definitely not anything on the scale of a ship malfunction, but I got some weird stories that'd make me call bullshit if they didn't happen to me.

[frotag]

Not just the ship, apparently—can any of you get a signal on your I.R.I.S.?

[messy]

Ughhh, no. None of my texts are going through.

[frotag]

Yeah, not a huge fan of this. Like, if this was a scheduled thing, you'd think we would've gotten a heads up ahead of time.

[messy]

Yeah, well, I don't expect them to give us a heads up about anything important.

[barriermaddened]

[That makes Sora put down the glass of wine to try contacting anyone, perhaps the senior officers, perhaps, like, Dahut or something, but there's no result]

Ah.

[No result. The I.R.I.S is functional but offline]

This concourse is all we have, I suppose.

[Everyone else may as well be on Jupiter, for all that matters to everyone here right now. This isolation is kind of annoying]

[frotag]

...could be worse. I'd be a lot more freaked out if I got locked somewhere all by myself.

[ but now he's worried about the possibility of that having happened to someone else... :( ]

[messy]

[






thought share is still a thing so please know she is now wondering if someone got stuck in the bathroom while taking a giant dump.]

[roseoftexas]

Caught might not be the word. Sounds like this is some kind of standard practice — although they didn’t warn us it was gonna happen.

[ he doesn’t seem too fussed about being trapped in a bar overnight though? time to order enough drinks to tide them over before it switches to non-alcoholic hours. ]