Week 8

[airlockedmods]

[This weekend has brought about some unusual questions about your resident robotic Overseer, but unfortunately, you've also lost two more of your own to an accidental death.

You've done your best with the star charts, but if anyone is coming to help you, there is no sign of it yet. SIS remains the only friendly face here, even as you've found that she holds her own secrets. Meanwhile, yet another new floor has opened up - the elevators are in perfect working order now, if any of you care to go and see it. That's four concourses now; one for each of your groups. There's an awful lot of dead, aren't there?]


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Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Hi Noctis. You're up early today for a Lucis Caelum, aren't you? That's a shame. Because now you get Church in the too-tight outfit, and honestly it's kind of reminiscent of Xander trying to wear pilot clothes that were way too tight. Watch his eyes light up at seeing Noctis and lean on a booth and jut his ass out. This is still all Perfectly Normal.]

Hey there stranger!

[nightcure]

[ he is



uncomfortable ]

Hey. You, uh, need some new clothes, big guy?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Why, you wanna get me out of my clothes?

[eyebrow waggle intensifies]

[nightcure]

[ Oh my god. ]

Dude. Definitely not.

[motherfucking_ghost]

But then you can see how big a guy I am.

[nightcure]

[ He's taking a drink of coffee when-- cough cough hack ]

Holy crap, no.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Aren't you even just a little bit curious what other people see in me? Cuz it's not just a handsome face and a stunning personality.