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welcome mingle

( AND SO IT BEGINS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably.

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.

Well - that, and all the people who seem to have woken up alongside you, lost and also probably Doing Their Best™.

There's no need to fret that much though. It's hard to say exactly where you're going next, even though some places might feel a little bit more like a clue, but what you do know is one unshakeable thing:

There's still much more ahead of you.

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N...o.

[ Is this the wrong answer and Kano's going to get a dumbbell dropped on his head for being disappointing? ]

You're sorta in the wrong section for that~ Ramen's no fun to eat if it's all smashed though!

[ He is going to give her the benefit of the doubt and pretend that dumbbell is for smashing up the ramen block into smaller pieces for ease of cooking. ]

[ That's very sweet of you, Kano.

Mizuki, however, is just giving him a very flat look but not committing murder. ]

I meant, like. In the store. None of these sections make any sense, location-wise.

[ Great, as long as there's no murder until day two, Kano is okay with that, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and rocking back on his heels. ]

Haha, it's supposed to be like that, right? Gotta get all the customers lost, and then they walk around and buy up all sorts of stuff in the meantime! Getting in and out in five minutes is a big no-no~

Which I'd get, but they're not even getting paid here! There's no one here!

[ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, COSTCO!! ]

[ Yeah, where are all the workers!! Where are all the sample stalls... ]

Ah, maybe it's a holiday and everybody's off? Otherwise, if there's really nobody here ever, nothing's stopping us from just taking anything we need and running off...

[ Which will be the plan after he makes rounds. ]

... Is that really okay? You don't think it's like a test or something, do you?

[ A TEST OF CHARACTER-- ]

Ohh, a test... Like, how much we can sneak out before the workers realize there's a drop in the inventory? Getting around in all the blind spots of the security cameras? I wonder if somebody is skillful enough to break into a register...

[ Look at the sorts of characters here. These are the sorts of tests they'd excel at. ]

...

You're kind of a weirdo, you know that?

[ Mizuki. ]

Hey...

[ Mizuki... ]

It's important to accept yourself.

[ MIZUKI... ]

Eh... Accepting that I'm a weirdo, huh? What if I don't wanna? What if I want to be a super cool hero or whatever? Yeah! Aren't I super cool?

[ There's always bettering himself! He doesn't have to accept this. ]

Super cool people don't call themselves super cool. They've got other people to do that for them.

[ Nice try. ]

How about you call me super cool? Come on~ Let's hear it~

[ Lie to his face. ]

Nope. I'm not a liar.

[ SO THERE. ]

That's what liars say~

[ He's a liar. He says these things too. ]

I'm not a liar! Take that back!!

[ Mizuki, no violence. ]

[ Kano laughs and sticks his tongue out at her. ]

Can't take it back, 'cause I'm not a liar~

...

Okay, bye.

[ YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE OLDER THAN HER, WEIRDO. ]

[ He is maybe nine at heart, okay ]

Wait wait wait, don't walk away! I take it back! You're not a liar! I was wrong!!

[ The most skeptical stare. ]

You must have a hard time making friends.

[ says the bullied kid. ]

Ehh, there's no need to call me out like that, is there? Have mercy.

[ To be fair, Kano has zero friends, only gang members. ]

Mercy is for the victims.

[ Of which he is not, she's decided. ]

Am I not a victim? Of the truth...?

[ C'mon, spare him. ]

That's not how it works.

... Who are you, anyway?

[ Things She Asks Belatedly. ]

[ Why do people keep asking him this. He's not sure if she wants his name that he's not going to give her, or his fake name that she's not going to accept, or his species that she's not going to believe. Being a liar is hard. ]

It's me, Gel-P, the weirdo Burnish!

[ It's a take-it-or-leave-it answer. ]

So? What are you?

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