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( 腐川 冬子 ) Fukawa Touko ([personal profile] induality) wrote in [community profile] theairlock2018-03-31 07:23 pm

We're Still Here, We Still Have Each Other

[It takes Fukawa some time to pull herself together but when she does-- she moves with a purpose. Everyone will find a note in practiced writing:]

Though all we've be through today was awful, and you might not want to face it-- you're not facing it alone. There will be food and drink in the VIP Lounge. And company. Whatever your feelings are now, it's okay. I won't tell you want to think or how to feel. But you don't have to carry it alone.

- Touko Lucis Caelum


[True to her word, she worked hard to make snacks and light warm foods for everyone as well as drinks-- alcoholic and otherwise. Everyone is welcome. She even stops by the information desk to extend an invitation to SIS.]
daughterofthemark: (11F. Malice amidst a field of white)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-01 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know. But we didn't truly know before, either.

And... I believe things are changing. What it means, I cannot say, but--the simulation has changed, Sir PAL is sending us coded messages, and there was whatever it was that Lord Xander and Sir Church tried. Something will happen soon, I'm certain of it.
cyan_maid: (What am I looking at here)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-01 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
...The - wait, the simulation changed? Y-You mean you went back in there?
daughterofthemark: (22F. Denial on pain of death)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-01 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. It was no longer the mall at all.
cyan_maid: (You are EMBARRASSING me!)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-01 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
...Then, what was it?
daughterofthemark: (10F. The Flame Demon's domain)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-01 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pyrrha wanted to keep these details a secret before, so she leans in close and whispers.]

Flavortown. Not the restaurant, the town.
daughterofthemark: (22F. Denial on pain of death)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
It was abandoned, and there seemed to be a problem with the simulation.
cyan_maid: (You are EMBARRASSING me!)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
N-No, back up to...the location, the...name...?
daughterofthemark: (Stratum 2: Auburn Thicket)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-01 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Flavortown. Is something the matter?
cyan_maid: Jane doesn't know what the fuck is going on (What is even going on?)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-01 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
...Flavortown.

[She's just.

Having some thoughts...]
daughterofthemark: (03F. Field of mortal peril)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-02 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Like the restaurant.

[...hasn't thought of that.]

Is something the matter?
cyan_maid: Jane doesn't know what the fuck is going on (What is even going on?)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-02 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm just. What the fuck? What...like...a real Flavortown. A real Flavortown?!
daughterofthemark: (Stratum 2: Auburn Thicket)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-02 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it was not real, precisely. It was only a simulation after all.
cyan_maid: (I really don't...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-02 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
...I need a minute, I'm sorry.
daughterofthemark: (04F. A soaring shadow above)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-02 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
That is all right.

[She offers her one of those really long and thin bags of peanuts.]
cyan_maid: Jane staring blankly into the abyss (Darnit.)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-02 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[...

She will take the bag and just sort of hold it, feeling the peanuts through the bag.]
daughterofthemark: (03F. Field of mortal peril)

[personal profile] daughterofthemark 2018-04-02 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[...

Have a concerned look, Jane.]
cyan_maid: (Unsure...)

[personal profile] cyan_maid 2018-04-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's fine, she's fine.]

Sorry. Guess I'm not too hungry right now. But, um...I'll hold onto these for later.