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[ A blinding view of cool halogen light floods the feed for a brief moment. It focuses in and out, trying to adjust the contrast. What emerges is a smooth white ceiling, blank and economical as a sheet of paper. Voices begin to filter in on this backdrop, quiet and even. ]
--y freedom wasn't really something I'd thought about. Even from the beginning when I was handed over to the Federation.
[ A shift marks the clink clink of ice against glass. Looks like somebody is getting boozy. Or somebodies. ]
Why not?
[ --Definitely somebodies, including a rather unexpected somebody. ]
If that was meant to be my atonement, I decided I'd bear with it and accept the consequences for what I'd done.
[ A moment of silence hangs in the air, interrupted by an abrupt shift. The feed jostles, turning towards the sources of the conversation. Dark hair, strange eyes, dressed to the nines in orange. In the background, Setsuna F. Seiei is instantly recognizable. Allelujah looks faintly disturbed that it'd begun recording on its own. To a community, nonetheless!You crazy kids. ]
Setsuna, do you know about this?
[ Setsuna just looks annoyed at the device. ]
That's the community. [ And he isn't thrilled with the community at the moment. ] It's taken an interest in us.
...Ask Mileina to explain further. [ Because, really, he can't. Especially while drinking. Mostly because he doesn't understand all of it himself.
Allelujah knows better than to press the issue and settles for looking wanly amused, despite not knowing if this was actually okay. ]
I'll have to ask her later, then. [ When he's sober. Being jailbroken was a lot to take in, really. ]
Ducks, huh? It's hard to imagine this is the kind of thing that's become popular.
[ Yes well, four years ago you didn't like the taste of alcohol, Allelujah. And Setsuna wasn't even old enough to drink. Or "discuss" pseudo girlfriend problems, for that matter. Because that's exactly what they're doing. HOW TIME FLIES. ]
--y freedom wasn't really something I'd thought about. Even from the beginning when I was handed over to the Federation.
[ A shift marks the clink clink of ice against glass. Looks like somebody is getting boozy. Or somebodies. ]
Why not?
[ --Definitely somebodies, including a rather unexpected somebody. ]
If that was meant to be my atonement, I decided I'd bear with it and accept the consequences for what I'd done.
[ A moment of silence hangs in the air, interrupted by an abrupt shift. The feed jostles, turning towards the sources of the conversation. Dark hair, strange eyes, dressed to the nines in orange. In the background, Setsuna F. Seiei is instantly recognizable. Allelujah looks faintly disturbed that it'd begun recording on its own. To a community, nonetheless!
Setsuna, do you know about this?
[ Setsuna just looks annoyed at the device. ]
That's the community. [ And he isn't thrilled with the community at the moment. ] It's taken an interest in us.
...Ask Mileina to explain further. [ Because, really, he can't. Especially while drinking. Mostly because he doesn't understand all of it himself.
Allelujah knows better than to press the issue and settles for looking wanly amused, despite not knowing if this was actually okay. ]
I'll have to ask her later, then. [ When he's sober. Being jailbroken was a lot to take in, really. ]
Ducks, huh? It's hard to imagine this is the kind of thing that's become popular.
[ Yes well, four years ago you didn't like the taste of alcohol, Allelujah. And Setsuna wasn't even old enough to drink. Or "discuss" pseudo girlfriend problems, for that matter. Because that's exactly what they're doing. HOW TIME FLIES. ]
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