Room 325, Thursday Afternoon

[bitch_prince]

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on

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[thatsamilkshake]

Text message in reply to that voicemail

--I'll see what I can find, and you'd have to get in line behind me.--

Followed maybe half an hour later by

--Mission accomplished.--

And then

--The masks, not Katchoo on the roof.--

[bitch_prince]

Where is she right now, at that?

All these women: set on giving him a headache.

[thatsamilkshake]

--In our room watching your child, far as I know. I'm on my way back from the lobby.--

[bitch_prince]

Good.

Beat.

A lot of these robot children seem to be dying this week. How are the rest of the students?

[thatsamilkshake]

--DYING? How do you kill a robot baby?--
~
--Dinah signed out a mask. I know you're shocked.--

[bitch_prince]

Terribly. And don't ask.