IC INTRO - JUNE '18

[phantasmods]

After the fight with the siren has settled, those characters with phones hooked to the KEystone network will get a text -

Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.

Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?

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For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.

There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."

It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.

Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.

The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.

Comments

[matchmakes]

Right. Wouldn't want anyone's day ruined because I didn't think to ask if they were allergic or not before I gave them something...

[founderinglight]

And shellfish is a quite common one, as far as the shrimp go.

[matchmakes]

Ah, is it really? Admittedly, I haven't run into such things outside of what a couple of my friends specifically couldn't have...

[founderinglight]

That and various sorts of nuts are the ones I'm familiar with, yes. I haven't any myself thankfully.

[matchmakes]

Various sorts of nuts, huh... I'll have to watch out for that, too.

[... Hmm. Maybe that's a sort of thing to ask on the network, to have everyone accounted for just in case...]

[founderinglight]

[I mean yeah excepting that there's a bunch of people with a phobia of poison around.]

Dairy sensitivity is common in some cultures as well, but that's about all I know.

[matchmakes]

I know two of my friends back home can't have potatoes, but that may just be a Taguel thing...

[founderinglight]

You'd know better than I.

Oh, Noctis absolutely won't eat vegetables, but that's a won't rather than a can't. Honestly, that boy resembles Ardyn more than he has any right to sometimes...

[matchmakes]

[That draws a chuckle out of him.]

So, is he the type who will immediately somehow detect vegetables in something no matter how small they're made?

[Robin that makes it sound like you've got experience with that sort of thing.]

[founderinglight]

Especially carrots.

[Izunia loves him but honestly Noctis grow up and eat a fucking bean.]

[matchmakes]

... That does make me worry about his health somewhat. At least Morgan will eat vegetables if I nag her enough about it...

[founderinglight]

Me as well, but so long as Ignis is here it's his problem. He's the expert, I leave it to his finesse and just try to ensure that Noctis doesn't eat nothing but junk food when he isn't having his advisor hover over his shoulder.

[matchmakes]

Pffft, fair enough. Best to leave those sorts of things to the expert, after all.

[founderinglight]

Exactly. Keeping a descendant with mildly troublesome tastes fed isn't that much a problem, I know he just gives most of his vegetables to Prompto anyway.

[matchmakes]

... Descendant?

[That strikes him as a little odd...]

[founderinglight]

...Yes? There's over a hundred generations between us.

[matchmakes]

... Huh. Okay. Good to know.

[That sure is a thing.]