012 ❀ Comfort is a mystery

[floreatnoctem]

[Chidori's expression is darker than usual, fingers toying idly with the broken headphones clipped loosely to one side of her dress.]

I do hope when the time comes that whichever of you sent me this will understand that at this point, it's quite difficult not to make the things that will happen to you as heinous as is within our collective ability. After all, you seem quite intent on making it personal with every person in the tower.



[Naoya]

...if I could please speak to you? I have a request.



[Strega]

We should talk, all of us.

Comments

[miseris_socios]

Not really. Though it'd be nice to know what was going on for once.

[floreatnoctem]

Explosions are all well and good, but they're liable to break something that's necessary for fixing things at the rate they're going. They can talk about being 'proactive' all they want- all they're really doing is being irresponsible... especially with how many of them want to go 'home'.

[She tugs at her skirt again and shrugs.]

And yes- it would be nice to know what's going on. Information doesn't tend to be shared until it's far too late.

[morituramfides]

Information's a valuable commodity in this place. [He said simply; he wasn't as aware as he used to be of what was going on, but that didn't mean he still wasn't an information hound.]

Eh, if they can't be assed to make sure they got a way home, that's there loss. I like it without having to worry about what time I'll get home for dinner.

[miseris_socios]

It's a valuable commodity everywhere.

[... He's quiet for a few moments before he speaks up.]

You guys do want to go home though... right?