while shiro and mizuki start to feel the onset of being tummyache survivors, their heads getting lighter, aiba will get to scamper at the jump drive's tendril.
though there might not be any solid indication of the AI in here... there's a scheduled jump for thursday evening, as expected at this point. it's marked as hub. and, then, there's more jumps pending for every foreseeable thursday onwards, ad nauseam. ]
Ugh... I wish it didn't come back to the toilets. [ we should've nerfed pooping. ] But I can't give you too much grief over it. I broke Io's bed in the medbay because I had a panic attack under a minute of being awake when we came out of thaw. Crashed right into it and nearly took us both out.
[ your gany here, obliviously third wheeling along with this internal conversation.
creeping up the tendril of data that aiba has attached her little hamster paws to is a strange, static sensation, however. mizuki feels nausea, lightheadedness, slowly increasing like a weight on her - aiba feels that static chasing her probing, up up up up. she'll get the space jump schedule, and - ]
You probably could have, yeah. But there really wasn't a lot in there that you could have gotten into, unless you... I don't know, broke the vending machines.
[ and, then, both mizuki and aiba will feel a sudden backlash of static. it's an electric current, not enough to severely hurt either of them - but enough to metaphysically slap them across the face, in a manner of speaking.
aiba isn't damaged again, but functions are disabled for a little while. seems like the AI found you, first, and decided to slam the door after realizing you were looking where you weren't wanted. ]
[ She's cut short suddenly, slipping out a surprised, pained yelp as Mizuki suddenly grips at her head. Briefly, her left eye sparks, and as Mizuki hisses out a low groan following that, the light in her eye also begins to flicker.
Between that, and how increasingly sick she's beginning to feel, Mizuki collapses to a knee. ]
[ he whips around to her, ignoring how disoriented and dizzy that makes him to go so quickly. hoogh. ]
Are you alright? Is Aiba..? [ quickly, he closes the space between them, taking a knee and putting his left hand to her shoulder to offer some steadiness. ] Did, ah - god, we're probably at the limit. Did we get caught?
[ he takes her weight easily, considering, before looking around at the blue, blue, blue. the thrum of the room has picked up a little, just a touch faster, and shiro... is pretty sure it's time to leave. ]
Hope she got something out of this. [ she will get to keep her knowledge, she just needs to take a nap for an hour or two. ] C'mon, time to... time to get out.
[ depending on her ability to stand, he's either going to pull her to stand with him and hustle hobble out - or he's going to lift her up with an arm under her to make a fast getaway. ]
[ hup, then up she goes - he uses his galra arm to support her, even, so that he can reach down to his hip and grab the inactive black bayard he's clipped there. just in case. she can slump over his shoulder as he stumbles to the door. ]
If you hurl on my shoulder I'll forgive you. [ weak, terrible humor, thy name is shiro. ] Won't tell anybody if you don't. Ughh.
As if you need barf on the laundry list of bullshit you already gotta deal with...
[ Bad humor in a bad situation is also in her blood, it's fine. Fortunately, Mizuki is light enough that even her full weight is nothing for him to deal with, and so, they head for the exit. Or fumble their way there, anyway. ]
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while shiro and mizuki start to feel the onset of being tummyache survivors, their heads getting lighter, aiba will get to scamper at the jump drive's tendril.
though there might not be any solid indication of the AI in here... there's a scheduled jump for thursday evening, as expected at this point. it's marked as hub. and, then, there's more jumps pending for every foreseeable thursday onwards, ad nauseam. ]
Ugh... I wish it didn't come back to the toilets. [ we should've nerfed pooping. ] But I can't give you too much grief over it. I broke Io's bed in the medbay because I had a panic attack under a minute of being awake when we came out of thaw. Crashed right into it and nearly took us both out.
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Hey, any luck yet?
[ So yes, she's going for that next tendril. ]
See? We could have done worse!
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creeping up the tendril of data that aiba has attached her little hamster paws to is a strange, static sensation, however. mizuki feels nausea, lightheadedness, slowly increasing like a weight on her - aiba feels that static chasing her probing, up up up up. she'll get the space jump schedule, and - ]
You probably could have, yeah. But there really wasn't a lot in there that you could have gotten into, unless you... I don't know, broke the vending machines.
[ and, then, both mizuki and aiba will feel a sudden backlash of static. it's an electric current, not enough to severely hurt either of them - but enough to metaphysically slap them across the face, in a manner of speaking.
aiba isn't damaged again, but functions are disabled for a little while. seems like the AI found you, first, and decided to slam the door after realizing you were looking where you weren't wanted. ]
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[ She's cut short suddenly, slipping out a surprised, pained yelp as Mizuki suddenly grips at her head. Briefly, her left eye sparks, and as Mizuki hisses out a low groan following that, the light in her eye also begins to flicker.
Between that, and how increasingly sick she's beginning to feel, Mizuki collapses to a knee. ]
—Augh. Ow... Shit.
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[ he whips around to her, ignoring how disoriented and dizzy that makes him to go so quickly. hoogh. ]
Are you alright? Is Aiba..? [ quickly, he closes the space between them, taking a knee and putting his left hand to her shoulder to offer some steadiness. ] Did, ah - god, we're probably at the limit. Did we get caught?
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Aiba— [ Yet the light in her eye flickers out completely, and Mizuki exhales sharply. ] Guess she... needs to reboot. What the hell...
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Hope she got something out of this. [ she will get to keep her knowledge, she just needs to take a nap for an hour or two. ] C'mon, time to... time to get out.
[ depending on her ability to stand, he's either going to pull her to stand with him and hustle hobble out - or he's going to lift her up with an arm under her to make a fast getaway. ]
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I—I think so.
[ She's putting effort into getting the hell out of dodge where she can, at least, but the intense pressure isn't getting any better. ]
She said... Oough nevermind I'm gonna hurl.
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If you hurl on my shoulder I'll forgive you. [ weak, terrible humor, thy name is shiro. ] Won't tell anybody if you don't. Ughh.
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[ Bad humor in a bad situation is also in her blood, it's fine. Fortunately, Mizuki is light enough that even her full weight is nothing for him to deal with, and so, they head for the exit. Or fumble their way there, anyway. ]
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[ he'll be fine. but he's carrying her out to safety and, honestly, will keep going until they get to the lift to exit this gate. ]
We're all just kind of the buttmonkeys of this ship, anyways, so at least we'd be in it together.
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[ She presses a hand against her mouth again. ]
Seriouslywhere'satoilet.