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[fessus]

WHO? Midnighter thingpuncher, Noctis fessus, and Hei dipolar
WHAT? A BASE chat becomes a TDM nightmare.
WHEN? Post-shapers, just pre-TDM.
ANYTHING ELSE? Why not.

[ He’s not sure which has a greater potential for disaster: all three of them meeting up in person after the unintentionally volatile events of the shaper infestation or his broiled eel. He props open the oven door after deciding it’s the latter, having purposefully waited for a time that Angel would be in one of her all but comatose states after staying up far too long on the network. At least they have a few things in common. ]

>>TO: @TRENTCOAT, @BURGERKING
Hey Hei, M, I have you both on this. Swing by capsule 14 when you have a sec.

[ There’s a brief pause before the second message comes as obvious enticement. ]

it’s food-related.

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[dipolar]

(satisfied with the responses and heartened by the fact that they are all going. a sentiment he's almost afraid of. they invited him over, fed him, worried over him, and now they are fighting together?

it's dangerous, he knows that. but he's always been weak.)

I'll leave my backpack here and retrieve it when we've returned from Vorspiel. (sidles out of the booth after m, already prepared for the transfer.) Noctis. M. Thanks.

(a nod, before he's gone.)

[fessus]

[ He's just turned back around when Hei's saying his goodbyes, giving him a quick nod before the transfer. ]

Ah... yeah, sure. Next time it'll be cleaner. [ Next time. Right, reluctant as he is to actually tidy, he manages to find the main point here. And then he switches his focus to Midnighter. ]

... well, that's my cue to go too, so I'll see you down there. [ ... ] I know you're good at what you do and you're gonna' do it the best way you think of, so... Forget it. [ Time to shrug off that backpack, accept that mission, and then get the hell out of here too. ]