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If people are willing to trade, I've got plenty of water, food, and other supplies.

Name your offers.

[ He repeats it in Japanese, and then Russian. ]

[ As the feed snaps on accidentally, the sky is pitch-black, sans for the moons' light. On top of the Horton roof stands Kai, dressed as he usually is, with the ends of his scarf dancing in the breeze. His eyesight's directed at both of Fortuna's moons, almost as if he's staring longingly at them. Over his chest are his arms, tight against his ( Read more... )