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[fuckyou_chorus]

[A couple hours into the soirée, everything seems nice. Relaxed. Almost good, even! And then, from the middle of the tent, something springs out from under a table- oh wait, it's just that thing again010001110100010101010100001000000100100101001110001000000100110101011001001000000100001001000101010011000100110001011001

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[locked; elsewhere ...]

[expertism]

[somewhere - in the fair, perhaps, or perhaps what the fair is supposed to be - Erin skipped out on the party as soon as it started going to hell. And now dialling her passcode into a stasis chamber's console, then waiting for it to defrost, leaning against the wall.]

[fuckyousoleil]

[the chamber slowly goes through the process, remaining clamped shut even after it seems to be complete.]

[expertism]

[. . . sigh.]

Yes, yes, take your sweet time about it. It's not like I've anything else to do.

[fuckyousoleil]

[after a few minutes, the chamber pops open, and . . .]

[adroitism]

- oh my fucking god, I knew we should've thought about sweaters or something. I knew it!

[expertism]

Oh, don't complain too hard. There's a nice, temperate atmosphere waiting outside for you.

[adroitism]

[already stepping out, reaching for a coat.]

And where exactly is this "nice, temperate atmosphere" . . . ?

[expertism]

Let's see. It's a place that is based in 21st Century midwestern America, planet Earth. Of course it's not quite that simple.

[adroitism]

Never is, is it? And the Eater-?

[expertism]

On the approach.

[adroitism]

. . .

Am I going to need my equipment?

[expertism]

Everything's well in hand, Jalen.

Well, aside from Noir, but when is she ever.

[adroitism]

You woke the twins up before me?

[expertism]

There's protocol, you know. It's not favouritism.

[adroitism]

Yeah, but- I'm still processing the part where the twins even got woken up to begin with.

[expertism]

If we'd needed to try to make a quick getaway, or even to utilise the ship for some reason, what would we need . . . ?