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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
When: Until the end of the month!

[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

Comments

[hearsthesea]

[Oh dear. Shirley steps closer, preparing to take action in whatever way might be needed.]

Should we go to the lab? I can find out more information there.

[hopefullyyours]

[Uhhhhh well that poses a quandary. On one hand, if she looks too closely with the right equipment, she might figure out that he wasn't asking about a 'friend.' On the other hand, if this is because of... that, wouldn't it be better to know that it's getting worse again? Is knowing better than not?]

Um. No. I think I just need to... lie down. Somewhere. Thank you, though. I really appreciate your concern. [His luck has mandated that he walk through life blind to his immediate future; he doesn't see any point in changing that up now. He's not frightened of knowing, he just... he's just more used to this, that's all.]

[hearsthesea]

Are you sure? I've heard of disease spreading among the ships before.

[This is a little different from what Krista described, but everything starts somewhere.]

[hopefullyyours]

Ah.... I'm sure that's not the case, right? I mean... I must have just... overexerted myself...

[Komaeda blinks once, sleepily.] Besides, I should isolate myself in that case, right?

[hearsthesea]

If it was, we would need to focus on finding out what was affecting you and treat it accordingly. The lab would be better for that. But...

[She frowns a little bit. It could very well be simple overexertion, but he's got her worried now.]