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

[messy]

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[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.]

[frotag]

[ . . .

"Isn't that how that one American singer died...?" ]

[messy]

[ELVIS PRESLEY?!]

[frotag]

[ "Yeah, him!" ]

[messy]

[Ugh, I don't wanna deal with a shit corpse at 9AM...]

[frotag]

[ "Hey, don't put that energy out in the world!" ]

[messy]

[Are you tellin' me to be excited about the smell of unflushed toilets and corpses in the morning, ooooor...]

[frotag]

[ "I'm telling you to not think about people dying!" ]