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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you upset with how we handled it?

[A pause and then:]

Honest question. Since it affected you and Hurricane the most.

[unbr8kable]

[Hunches in on herself, despite her best efforts]

I mean, how would you've felt? It was just--a lot of people, and a lot of fuss, felt like.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Like a fucking circus attraction.

But as soon as that asshole decided to broadcast it, there wasn't an easy way to avoid a fuss. On their behalf. Not yours.

But next time we could try to lessen the numbers even further. One unitmate per person plus a dedicated healer.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah... Maybe that would've been easier. Especially not--knowing anybody else knew. Suddenly being surrounded by after not thinking anybody even knew you'd left the dorm was kind of a lot.

[Pauses]

...You think, something like this'd happen again...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Next time, I'll tell you via text. ... I was worried that Hurricane would bolt. And Heart Solider was already up in arms about not being able to get to the House, so---

...

[MOVING ON]

I don't know.

That's actually the crux of the matter, isn't it? We don't know who kidnapped you. We don't know why they broadcast it. And we don't know their end goal.

Everything at this point is pointless speculation.

[unbr8kable]

But...just to be prepared. Assume the worst, right? Some weird cultist ready to toss you in the hole hiding around every corner.

[She is obviously attempting to keep her tone light, but it is falling a little flat]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If you ever get an anonymous text again, get a hold of me. We'll see if we can't trace it back to the source.

But... yes. In this place, you should always be a little paranoid.

[unbr8kable]

He was positive it was D.va, trying to prank him. Pretty believable, right? ...Just didn't expect...that big of a prank.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Trying to make light of things]

Yes. I saw.

...

The spelling was to good to be D.Va's.

[unbr8kable]

...I didn't check. When you assume, huh.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

You blame yourself, don't you?

[unbr8kable]

...At least one of us should've thought to take some care, and it sure wasn't going to be him.

Next time--kinda tired of hoping for better 'next times,' I guess.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

This place is meant to wear you down.

[Not that that is much of a comfort, but...]

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, well...it's doing a good job.

[Hunching up a bit]

...There anything else you need right now?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No.




...

Thanks for stopping by.

[unbr8kable]

[Nods; begins to say something, but ultimately just shoves her hands into her pockets]

...See ya 'round, I guess.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If this place ever calms the fuck down, we should get drinks on the roof again.

And not talk about work.

[unbr8kable]

[Just stares at him for a few beats, then huffs out something like a laugh]

...Hopefully it'll go better than last time. But sure, yeah, we could give it a shot.