-17.4 ml- [Text/Accidental Video]
[Text | Locked to Cube & Shinjiro || 80% Unhackable]
I'm taking the next week off. Maybe two. Sorry.
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[And as she tries to turn the frequency off, she ends up dropping her communicator and not only does it open the broadcast, it also switches to video. Anemone's standing in her dark room, holding a sheet of paper. There's a new edition to her ears: safety pins; two large ones are stuck in her ears, stabbed through... like she... pierced her own ears... Anyway, that paper! She shakes it twice, and then motions to crumple it - but stops partway.]
You guys are jerks... Why would you... leave me this?
[She turns around and Gulliver pounces over, sniffing at an odd contraption... it looks like an odd, wooden plank. If you squint hard enough, you can make out the top of a guitar's neck. She ruffles his fur and reaches past him to lift the device, revealing the entire thing to be a very nice musical instrument.]
You like Yanyan's guitar too, don't you, Gulliver? It's... it's really nice. I can add it to the things I get... from all of my friends who go away.
[And with that, she sits on the bed, setting the guitar down gently on her lap. Once again, that so-depressed-she-could-just-die look is on her face, and she stares at it... before noticing the little glow from her communicator.
Oops... was that thing on?
So she walks over... and kicks it.]
I'm taking the next week off. Maybe two. Sorry.
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[And as she tries to turn the frequency off, she ends up dropping her communicator and not only does it open the broadcast, it also switches to video. Anemone's standing in her dark room, holding a sheet of paper. There's a new edition to her ears: safety pins; two large ones are stuck in her ears, stabbed through... like she... pierced her own ears... Anyway, that paper! She shakes it twice, and then motions to crumple it - but stops partway.]
You guys are jerks... Why would you... leave me this?
[She turns around and Gulliver pounces over, sniffing at an odd contraption... it looks like an odd, wooden plank. If you squint hard enough, you can make out the top of a guitar's neck. She ruffles his fur and reaches past him to lift the device, revealing the entire thing to be a very nice musical instrument.]
You like Yanyan's guitar too, don't you, Gulliver? It's... it's really nice. I can add it to the things I get... from all of my friends who go away.
[And with that, she sits on the bed, setting the guitar down gently on her lap. Once again, that so-depressed-she-could-just-die look is on her face, and she stares at it... before noticing the little glow from her communicator.
Oops... was that thing on?
So she walks over... and kicks it.]