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

[messy]

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FRIDAY

[frotag]

[ well. good morning, bar friends.

a moment of silence for the fallen, i guess, though in ichiban's case, it's more just trying to make sense of the last few minutes than anything else. ]

What the— Luke? Da-chan? "Decommissioned"?

[roseoftexas]

[ he's squinting very hard at those messages, the ones from luke and dahut specifically. ]








Fancy way to say they died.

[barriermaddened]

[Sora checks the messages, reading them. Wow, pretty rough messages that probably are their last moments]

How regrettable...

[roseoftexas]

One way of putting it. Pretty sure we're not meant to be dying on the ship like this before we even get to the manual labour part.

[barriermaddened]

I for one am looking forward to the senior officers' statements about the matter. They will have enlightening comments to make, I'm sure.

[Oh boy, they better explain things. No way they know nothing. Her vibes make clear she expects nothing useful at all]

[frotag]

...what is there to say?

[roseoftexas]

You tried contacting them? Wonder if the communciations are back up.

[ he has his IRIS up again. ]

[messy]

[




yeah she's grabbing a bottle and chucking it across the room.]

FUCK!

[frotag]

...Yeah.

[messy]

[remember when they were joking about toilet deaths... GOD. her vibes are so rancid right now.]

Those fucking dildos better answer my texts, or I swear to god...

[frotag]

[ AT LEAST OUR BATHROOMS ARE SAFE... ichiban's just depressed. downright dismal. ]

...everyone else is probably trying to get a hold of them, too.

[verminous]

[after a few minutes for the initial `fuck, dude` of this whole situation to fade-- 'scuse him, he's gonna get up and go deal with that broken glass mess.]

[frotag]

...you don't have to do that, you know.

[verminous]

Might as well.

[is this what they call stress cleaning. perhaps.]

[verminous]

I'm used to having low expectations from companies, but this is somethin' else.

[he is already messing with the i.r.i.s.]

[tombtaker]

[ cool, well. he's digging in his pocket for a packet of cigarillos and a matchbook, watching harley throw glass and being very careful not to flinch when it shatters. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ he doesn't really look up, just holds out his lighter and clicks it so the flame springs up. faster nicotine. ]

[tombtaker]

[ well sure that works. putting his matches away to save for later, giving a ... thank you nod? he still isn't sure what he wants to actually say about this that will not result in him being instantly hit in the face. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ probably a good idea to have a smoke then and avoid the face punching bit for now. shu lights up his own cigarette afterwards because wow.

bullshittery. ]

[frotag]

...I know we got off to kind of a rocky start, but... mind letting me bum one off of you?

[tombtaker]

[ holding out the packet, pushing one out with a thumb for him. ]

[frotag]

Thanks. I owe ya one.

[ ...he's about to stick it in his mouth, but then he looks at shu. help :( ]

[murdergate]

[ gritting his teeth hard behind his lips and leaning heavy on the nearest wall. harley has the right idea. ]

[frotag]

...it feels like that party was a whole other lifetime ago.

[murdergate]

This ship should be fucking decommissioned.