Six: Well, I don't have access to any of the UEG's best and brightest, and the best case is that they probably just considered the logistics of ringworld spaceflight as a purely intellectual gesture, so...
My condolences.
edited 5th Sep '16 11:08:28 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Liman is grabbing some tea by the kitchen counter, with the drone following close behind her and a large heavy set looking package tied to its chassis. She tip—toed to reach the top shelf, looking at Eires and nodded in greeting.
"Good day, Miss Eires."
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всегда веренHastur yaaaaawns so hard some whirlwinds of dust start coalescing in the room's corners, then ventures out.
Nyaru looks at the time. The appointment for a coffee break with Sarah is close.
No Name is polishing something that will look like a gun barrel for Okita's shotgun later. It's amazingly symmetrical and almost flawless.
Eires looked over and smiled at Liman. Her own eyes looked tired, with prominent bags under them, and her hair was a scattered mess atop her head.
"Ah, good morning, Miss Dunkenstahl. How have you been?"
Sarah was having a fairly bad day, all things considered. She had woken up with a start due to some vaguely-coherent nightmare and had spent the majority of her waking time just trying to get ready for the day before remembering that she had that coffee meeting with...well, whatever his name was. She hadn't cared enough to remember it, fucker was such a prick.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]As Nyaru took a seat at an unassuming coffeeshop, almost everyone has left it soon after the Outer God has arrived due to some instinctive unease and anxiety. The waitress was afraid to approace the by-all-signs unthreatening teen at first, but had to fulfill her duty. One double espresso and a caramel muffin. Nyaru smiled in anticipation.
"We—are good.", as she hopped to try and open a shelf that's a little out of her reach. "We—finally got our matters settled.", giving it another try and failing. She huffed, and jumped, opening the shelf as it slowly swung outwards, revealing the prize of several tea bags.
"We finally managed to get our heavy weapons part as well.", said with a more chipper tone as she looked up at the tea bags. "...Would you mind helping me with the—tea, Miss Eires?"
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Six: ...
Shit. That sounds like a problematic situation for multiple reasons.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."