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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Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Ah.]

Oh shit, oh no, you saw that? Fuck, it's so embarrassing now, bye I gotta burn the evidence. ...Y-you couldn't read it, right?

[serrata]

No, no, don't you dare! I didn't get a close enough look to read any of it, but I saw enough to get an idea of what you were doing. You wouldn't go and get rid of my first handmade White Day gift before I've had a chance to properly appreciate it, would you?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'd make you another one. It doesn't have to be that one.

[serrata]

So I'd have two? You're spoiling me.

[ Look at that big smile. Look how innocent it is. There's no possible way this could be a girl who's enjoying embarrassing her boyfriend by playing dumb. ]

I'll know if you try and get rid of it, you know! Don't forget, we can still see you.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I bet you'll forgive me.

[But fine, he won't. Probably.]

Hmm, should I blow the cameras kisses from now on?

[serrata]

I certainly won't stop you, but you never know who's watching. Do you really want to risk blowing kisses to Nishitani-san? Or even worse?

[ she gestures to the goth hobo currently yelling at one (1) Leonard Church. ]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Oh, god, yeah, no. That's enough. Sorry, princess, you'll just have to wait.