overlimit: (I wonder about that...)
Rita Mordio ([personal profile] overlimit) wrote2021-06-06 10:23 am
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-06 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Big enough to keep 40-something people from dying of boredom, I hope!

[Piping up from where she's checking out one of the buildings, briefly waving at her before she goes back to frowning at these animal crossing style tarps. Noooooo peeking.]
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-06 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, right, right... But who says they are mutually exclusive? Plotting our escape may turn out to be one crazy adventure.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-06 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess so! You know, it sounds like you have plenty of experience with messy situations like these. Am I right?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-08 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wow! I was right, you are the voice of experience! [A beat.] Wait. Maybe I should be more worried that something close enough happened before...?

[Ma'am, your video game antagonists.]

Anyhow— this is all super, one hundred percent, new to me.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-09 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
You think so? That's a pretty optimistic way to look at it.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
You're hoping that the bigger the plan, the more holes it has. That sounds pretty optimistic to me.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-11 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. No, no. Not at all. I was just making conversation.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-12 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
... Yes?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[... A vague smile.]

Would you count a dead body as weird?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
To be more exact, Sieghart-san and Tsuyukusa-kun did. But I was there.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
We didn't get to take a closer look. But it was juuuust outside that building in the field.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ she nods. ]

Again.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yes. But I'm not sure that's where it started.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
A dumbbell.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-06-19 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhm, just outside of that open building in the field. The body was right next to it, but it wasn't bloody or anything.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Peering over from a socially distanced, uh, distance. Wow.]

Not in my experience. Why do we need this...?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, crossing her arms.]

We already have a library. It feels a liiiittle bit like cheating.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-09 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing caught your eye, huh?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-11 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That's fair. Though books aren't the only thing in the bookstore.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-11 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Aw, you don't find it even a little bit cute?
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-12 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ahaha, not at all! But I still think it's cute. You know, showing solidarity? That sort of thing.
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[personal profile] txt 2021-07-17 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
People will cling to each other in times of stress. That's just how the human heart is.