Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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[tokencanadian]

[Making sure everyone is feeding themselves is important, and she was coming into the kitchen to make something herself. That's when she spots Fukawa. She lingers by the entrance for a moment, raising a hand to wave-]

Good morning, Touk-

[But She spots it. The way Fukawa looks. Call it a strange sense.]

Touko?

[induality]

Good...

[Whooo boy. It's not easy. She tries to swallow it back, but in the end it's just more obvious. Still she tried-- even as she wavered a little when she spat out--]

M-m-morning...

[It's actually a terrible morning.]

J-jeeze I'm... a terrible liar...

[--although Starfield's crew especially probably all knew that loooong ago.]

[tokencanadian]

[It's incredibly obvious. And when you've spent more time than you know rooming with someone, you pick up on the ways they act. Including when they're trying to hide something.

And Fukawa is bad at hiding things.]

...It's true, I'm sorry. I don't think you could hide a lie from me, Touko.

[She walks over, gaze low, but still on her. She's this close to initiating hug mode.]

Is it about the new memories?