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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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I know it won't be much of a reassurance. But, occasionally, I feel compelled to do my job.

[he doesn't care if she cares or not. or listens or reacts or laughs at him. it's fine. he'll say what's on his mind anyway. because every once in a while, he surrenders to sentimentality.]

As a creature of Fate, who has been watching humanity for a very long time and knows these sorts of things... the last thing that mankind must worry about is extinction.

[The moment where she sinks into herself is brief, at very least. She turns towards him and laughs.]

I don't believe in that, either, sorry to say. [Who knows how much smoke he's blowing?]

And you don't know the circumstances.

I don't, but I am built to know humanity. I've seen you come out of unbelievable situations.

[and he laughs a little, too!]

I've even caused some of them! Its also my job.

...But you can't kill off rats, and you can't kill off humankind. It's just the way it is.

What a kindly thing for you to say.

[She doesn't believe a word of it, but she's amused that he... bothered.]

[and that's more than he expects, really.

so, moving right along--]

What are you looking for? --As my final question.

[She turns her head to stare out the window again, and after a moment, she reaches up and absentmindedly pulls at her lower lip. Her gaze is opaque against the flashing lights outside - they really need to shut that all down at least once in a while.

Such a general question. She's looking for a lot of things. She filters through a lot of possible answers. A drunk mind makes it slower, but eventually she gives him the shittiest non-answer of them all:]

More information.

Among other things.

[--he fills in her thoughtful silence. it's an obvious observation, but he thinks it deserves comment anyway.]

Eh, naturally. But... they're enveloped by that.

[A more apt and telling answer might be, for an effective way to fight. But she doesn't feel like saying that.

Now she gazes at the shot glasses with disappointment. Empty... which, ah. It might be for the best anyway. She should probably stop. Especially since she consumed his laced shot earlier. She should... go back to home base... induce vomiting... drink some water, eat something bland, try to sleep it off.

That's a lot of steps. She turns her head and stares out the window again.]

[he watches the tipsy wheels crank away in there, watches her attention drip out the window... and he guesses along fairly accurate lines where her mind is going.

and he laughs, just a little.]

...Is this what you'd been hoping for?

Mm?

[Her attention swings back towards him. Even drunk, her intensity is strong.]

Be clearer.

[he swears she radiates static electricity. he props his chin on his hand.]

When you decided to head out tonight and drink.

Did you get what you wanted? Are you satisfied?

Hm! [Another pause, while she looks up and considers that. And, well... she's fuzzed-out and relaxed, and that's exactly what she wanted, so:]

Yes.

Oh! Well, good.

You were looking awfully pensive for a moment there.

As far's I know, a thoughtful face isn't a crime.

[She settles back in her seat, eyes half closing. Since their contest is over, she's toning at least a little of her energy down. She's also pretty neutral on whether or not she actually wants to pursue a conversation with him.]

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