AUDIENCE 🚀 SHOMA

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[ More sandwiches, but a different variety this time around. As if whoever made them was unsure what kind to decide on and just made a couple of different sandwiches. Sweet pastries, savory ones, and a platter of cut fruit slices. Hunger week, man. ]

It should resolve itself possibly tomorrow. Wednesday at the latest. Certainly before this week's delivery tasks. [ A nod. ] It's something from home. Normally I always have it on hand but.

[ ... ] Hm. I'm not too sure when I stopped carrying it with me.

[solesuccess]

[ hunger week...he is delighted with variety, currently. ]

Do we have a clue what our delivery tasks are gonna look like? Or are we still getting organized?

[ this actually becomes less important because...hm.

hm? ]

Did...you have it with you on the last tour?

[dropoffs]

[ Good. There's a selection of drinks, again as if unsure what to decide on, coffee, tea, juice, soda... Metis is a good caretaker. ]

Everything will be properly debriefed to you all on Wednesday when we provide you all with a working uniform. And it'll be my group's turn to oversee so we won't leave you all to your devices alone.

[ Dedicated babysitters. But ah, hm. ]

I do remember arriving with it, so yes it was with me then. It must be in my room somewhere.

[solesuccess]

[ looks at shoma's pathetic ass. this is fair, thank you. he's also snagging some coffee this time while he listens. ]

Your group...so you, Amalthea, Adrastea and Thebe? How'd you guys split yourselves up? [ he will come back to the staff in a bit, he is thinky. ]

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[ Per the norm, they help themselves to a cup of tea as they slide it in front of themselves. No sip just yet, especially with the helm still on. ]

That's right. We're split between Ganymede, Europa, Callisto and Io for one group, and the rest of us in the other. It naturally worked out that way based on some of the Seniors we worked under in our first tour.

[solesuccess]

[ he assumes metis knows they can take off their helmet and sip their tea again and does not care about the hood they also have. ]

How well do you get along with those in your group then? [ are you guys friends...he really came here to ask them about the information he received and instead he's nosy about this. ]

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[ Well, they wait for a moment as if Shoma would Disagree but they do eventually pry their helmet off to set aside. They smooth out the top of their hood as they do before moving to sip their tea. ]

Very well I would say. We all take care of one another. [ This is said with genuine warmth in their tone, they really do like their group. ]

[solesuccess]

[ soft... ]

Better than this group. [ hm. ] I mean not that the people here are bad. It's just that I don't know if every single person would actually take care of each other when push comes to shove.

[dropoffs]

In comparison to our eight within the Senior Crew, there are a number of persons in your crew with their own goals, desires and wants in mind.

[ A quiet tilt of their head, their tone light and considering. ] It is difficult to say with how much time has passed but I would say there are those who would. And I would think that counts for something.

[solesuccess]

...sure. There's always good people intermingled with the not-so-good ones. So it's just about finding them and hoping they make up for the people who won't.

[ he shakes his head though and takes another drink. ]

Anyway, that's not why I came here. I wanted to talk to you about something that came on my I.R.I.S after I picked my route with you.

[dropoffs]

[ Shoma moves on, so they continue on without adding on but they do nod to show they agree. ]

..After a route was chosen? [ A curious head tilt. ] What was it?

[solesuccess]

Let me... [ pulls up his i.r.i.s. messages and flips over to the special mod note that is here for easier mod reference. ]

Take a look at this.

[dropoffs]

[ So kind... ]

Let us see... "Kepler Station"?

[ They dive right into reading as they go suddenly quiet, not really saying anything for a good while before they lean back with a wince. A hand comes to their hood, tugging it a bit more over. Yeowch. ]

[solesuccess]

[


that's not great. ]

Does...any of this sound familiar to you at all?

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[ They spend a moment holding their head, quiet, before they shake their head. ]

...No. It does not. [ A sigh. ] Nothing comes to mind.

[solesuccess]

[ this sounds false, and he continues to look at them in concern for a second. ]

...are you okay?

[dropoffs]

Oh... yes, I'm fine. [ Doing their best to reassure, recomposing themselves and lowering their hands to their lap. ]

Just a small headache.

[solesuccess]

...if you're sure. [ frowning softly. ]

Why do you think it was sent to me?

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[ A nod before they bring a hand towards their chin with a ponder. ]

Hmmm.. It could have been a lucky stray signal, picked up from the path we had gone through? I couldn't really say.

[solesuccess]

[ me losing this in my tabs no. ]

Incredibly lucky. Even if I have no idea what it all means. But does that mean you think it's possible something else like this can happen when I pick the next path? I'm not even sure what to do with this right now.

[ since he cannot tell anyone and does not plan to. ]

[dropoffs]

[ I've been abandoned. ]

It's a possibility, it's happened once already so, I would not say it's impossible. [ A head tilt, pondering... ] ... If you do so anonymously, it should be fine for you to share this finding. As long as it doesn't connect back to you and potentially risk telling your role, it should be fine.

[ Shoma voice: I'll keep all this information here and one day I'll die ]

[solesuccess]

[ porches you. ]

...it's too risky right now without knowing what this actually is. And also, I'm not sure how to do it anonymously unless I, like, write individual notes to shove in people's lockers or tape to their doors or something.

[dropoffs]

[ lives with zetsu under the porch ig ]

It is ultimately your decision in the end. [ So they will not push. ] Hmmm.. An idea is we could have the drones that normally deliver requested items drop off written notes to the lockers. Someone you think would be a good candidate for sharing with others.

[ They move to raise their cup to drink with their left arm now, keeping their mechanical right in their lap. ]

[solesuccess]

[ that's fair, and he does consider this. ]

You mean like...just pick one person and have them do the sharing for me? And just pretend I don't know about it?

[ he is watching their right arm, actually. ]

[dropoffs]

[ Another nod, setting their cup down as their left hand raises in a small gesture as they talk. ]

Precisely that. Someone you confidently feel may share with others. Have it spread along that way with none the wiser to know the true source.

[ Their right arm stays rock still, though their fingers unfurl and clench now and then. ]