[ He's looking down at first. ]

4/1/UNKNOWN YEAR
6:31 PM: Nutrition bars are the only thing on the menu. They don't taste very good.

[ ... He sighs in annoyance. ]

H-Hey, um... does anyone know how to make these things taste better? Or how to cook them into something else?

[Kyoko appears on the screen. She's obviously shaken by the last pair of network posts that preceded hers, but more than that, she's really pissed off (or, more likely, she's turned her fear and confusion into anger.)]

What the Hell was that? That girl..she just ate her own companion, didn't she? She just ate him like he was piece of meat! Even though he hadn't done a single thing wrong...! What the Hell does she mean, "rotten!?" The only thing rotten here is her!

[She clenches her teeth and reaches to end the feed, then suddenly stops. She didn't really care about Dax, but she thinks, probably, he was the only one she came close to liking, but more than that? It's infuriating to see someone betray their companion like that.]

Ruana! You're watching to this, aren't you!? So why don't you show yourself already! Tell us all about how you used to pray to keep your soul while going around and stealing everyone else's. That's the real point of all this, right!? You were never interested in saving anyone to begin with!

Seriously, whatever the Hell it means to lose your Tower in this place, you deserve it! Denying people even death, stuffing them into bodies that they don't want and killing them just for fun, doing things like that to your own companions--I hope somebody years your heart and soul out, you disgusting waste of space. Nobody here needs your kind of salvation.

As for the rest of you, I could care less about what you think of this post. If you ain't got anything useful to say, don't even bother.

[ seeing as how its body isn't actually made for speech, the voice in this post is telepathic projection and can easily be recognised as such. Bitties will just receive the post in their heads thanks to Kyuubey's agreement with the bitty brigade to provide eternal hivemind reception.

YOU'RE WELCOME. ]

Greetings! My name is Kyuubey. I've been here for some time now, but I need advice from you all... Well, primarily from the humans amongst you. Namely, what should my purpose be in this universe, when my job was to save mine? If I am the result of a failed line of causality, and this a place that collects the detritus from inadequate realities, what is the purpose of our continued existence? We cannot cease to exist from our own desire, which would imply that we are meant to be, but can anyone claim to have contributed something to this reality? Does anyone believe they have a future, or any potential whatsoever, as long as they exist in this tower?

I'm asking only because as unbalanced, emotional species, you are much more likely to produce a rationale for your existence! The logical answer - that we have no future and no present - doesn't really work, does it? We're gonna keep going anyway... I thought I'd find out what you thought, and see if there was something I can do.

Well, it doesn't matter much. Since I have as little meaning here as you guys, let's all be friends!

[ First and foremost - Yukki looks awful. His eyes are bloodshot and have bags under them, apparently from a lack of sleep. His face is sickly pale, the area under his nose and above his top lip look chapped, and despite the fact that he's shivering, his forehead and hair are damp with sweat. Whatever's been stressing him out, it's definitely not helping him get any better. Despite the fact that he looks and feels like crap, he dragged himself here against medical advice.

It's obvious in the way his typing is absolute fail right now. ]

yuon wheer are yu?o

[ He's freaking out. ]

pelase answer em

[ A coughing spell. He brings a tissue to his mouth for a second, if you're nearby and can see/hear it. He flips open his phone, looks like he's to panic, and sends out one last frantic message. ]


has anoyoen seen ynuo she has pnik hiar dan red ribnobs

[ Coughing. He looked like he was about to say something, but, well, you know how it is when you have the flu. He looks flushed, and yet, he's sweating just a tiny bit, which isn't good in this kind of weather. He's wrapped up in not just his orange suit, longer pants, and his blanket, but it looks like he stole a bath robe from somewhere, too. Hey, he paid attention in health class. ... sort of. He glances down at his phone, for a moment.

UNKNOWN DATE, 2:20 PM :: THE MEDICINE FROM THE INFIRMARY DOESN'T WORK.

Yukiteru then looks up at the camera, wiping his face with a tissue. ]

... never mind. [ Cough. ] That answers my question.