Hastur looks at Albert... and then rapidly sends a tentacle through the tiny window. Once the tendril is out, a maw opens on its tip and unleashes a freaking torrent of yellow gunk at the unseen attackers, intending to deal some splash damage... paintage?
Hastur: There's no better defense than offense.
-Well, Ges, there's a lot of advertisements asking you to "DRINK GHOST SODA, IT'S SO COOL ITS SPOOOOOOKY" or "GET YOURSELF A NICE COOL SPACECASE HELMET!" or advertising for Men In Black 15-
-Smolsagi points at the news ticker playing underneath the two girl co-hosts gabbing away-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-The outside looks to be akin to a real battlefield. Machine guns, barbed wire, army clothing, tanks, the works-
-...You know, aside from the fact some of those guys in army clothing are riding on skateboards. And there's no bullets, just paint balls. Oh, and you're near a beach where girls are visibly surfing and cheering for people as they fire at each other-
-Unsurprisingly, six, your normal ammo...is gone. There's paintballs in there. Better hope it works as it normally does-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)

Alberts: ...well. My cloak is more ruined now.
Oliver: Uh... the news is talking about this like it's a game.
Which I should have expected, but...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."