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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[induality]

[That horrid motive still has here worked up-- but she's trying to do something productive with it. So she goes to the convenience store looking for some things. She looks like she has some kind of plan at least based on the way she's browsing.

Then she takes her findings to the Spacebucks and appears to be making different kinds of bracelets in unique colors and styles-- based on which one is for who naturally.]

spacebucks

[motherfucking_ghost]

[hahahaHAHA hey daughter dear this is fine everything's fine! He's just going to try and make a drink. Obviously lots of caffeine will make his hands stop shaking right? He clatters a couple things behind the counter, curses quietly.]

...So what are you doing?

[Very calm and normal and fine.]

[induality]

[...she knew this wasn't going to be a good time-- particularly for him. That's why his was one of the first she started on.]

Nothing much. Just... a little gift for some people. It's nothing special but--

[Fukawa slides a bracelet his way. It's thicker, and designed in darker but still vibrant shades of blue.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He catches it and holds it up, and it takes him a minute, but his face lights up marginally.]

Aw, it's a bracelet. Braided bracelet, like in school, just. Cooler. [you ever see a middle schooler braid a bracelet that intricately I sure haven't] That is special. Handemade's always special.