I READ THE NEWS TODAY, OH BOY

[strangerpeople]

AND THOUGH THE NEWS WAS RATHER SAD

[Good morning, (good morning, good,) Strangers.

The countdown has been steadily ticking since Tuesday, and despite the crowded nature of the house making it a couple degrees warmer than it might otherwise be, the looming threat hangs cold.

There's a certain disquiet in the air as morning dawns on the residents of 15 Maple Lane – not that anyone would be able to tell, with the darkness of Pluto, of all places hanging outside.

Maybe it's just you? Or maybe there's something up with that? Only one way to find out...]

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[dereban]

[ The password does eventually click in and it's revealed as. . . BEAST.

Huh.

Anyway, what he'll find at 10% battery is the following:

- A bunch of game applications (FGO in both English and JP, Bungo Mayoi in English and JP and Bleach mobile games)
- An chat application that looks like a bunny icon
- A folder
- All the other standard android-y applications.

Also the wallpaper is in plain purple. ]

[starswink]

[Yoosung is going through them all now, but after he reads all the notes in the folder (omniglottery was part of the fayflower AI data package) he's tempted to try the chat icon and put these out there right away. Another hamster dance would probably make him throw the phone though, so he declines. A moment of rubbing his eyes, and then he turns to the others with him.]

...She wrote a message to all of us on the phone, and her last requests. We should write them down, the charge won't last much longer.

[galesanctuary]

[ ... ]

...That would be for the best.

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Whelp, Rantaro's been carrying around a notebook this whole time. Guess he'll copy the message down.]

[starswink]

[He's watching solemnly, muttering quiet thanks, but back on the verge of tears.]

She's so kind... not wanting it to be anyone else, even though she already...

[They're similar, he thinks, but he knew he had no desire to go out on his own. It's entirely sad.]

Someone has to find them. I wish her friends will revive her like she wrote.

[Although the process sounded so complicated when they discussed it, he's not hopeful for it at all. His guilt that anyone took the fall at all is returning.]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[... He even wrote down the Japanese letters on a separate page. In the original language. They seemed a bit too personal to translate.

And so he closes the book and tucks it back in his bag... Just so he had a free arm to wrap around his friend's shoulder... His breathing's... Heavy. Maybe a little strained. Like he's trying to choke back some tears himself. He could be mourning her as well, or maybe cursing his rotten luck with these situations... Definitely has no idea how revival or even locating Inaba's workplace could happen.

If nothing else, he sincerely hopes that he and thee group can figure out what happened. If there's anything good these rotten trials provide, it's a sense of closure for the victim.]

[starswink]

[Yoosung welcomes the arm, and the moment of silence, reaching back to put his own arm loosely across the other boy's back. Supporting each other seems like it's all they can do.

To think, he only knew everyone except Rantaro here for a week. But then, maybe that's why there's so much less incentive to put on a brave face. All of this happened after they were supposed to be free, or at least working on their escape. He can't forgive Vyce for this, but if he let it be the last straw, he wouldn't be able to think on his feet at the trial.

All in all, he just leans against him and heaves a deep sigh, trying to hold it together. If one of them really does start to cry though, he'll shift this into a hug in an instant.]