I value them, but I won't cry every time one's wiped out.

[trustbound]

A fair amount of Sunday comes and goes with little interruption and little fanfare; some of you are having a harder time than others, some of you are looking at the new floor with more interest than the rest, but overall the day is perhaps as normal as it can get in this place. However, Jericho had mentioned changes were going to take place today – and while Jericho has proven himself to be a lot of things, he doesn't seem too interested in lying to all of you. As such, his voice can be heard over the public-address system on Sunday evening, at around six o'clock; he doesn't seem agitated like he was during the end of the trial, but he doesn't seem up to his usual levels of enthusiasm, either – he's back to that sort of weird tone that he was using when Yosuke was punished all those weeks ago, odd and unaffected. "Hey. Like I said a little while ago, we're going to be seeing some changes around here. Meet in the foyer as soon as possible; I'm not going to offer you anything, or threaten to do something to you if you don't go, but it's one of those things where you're definitely going to want to know what's going on. We'll be waiting for you, like always." Once again, you might want to go.

Comments

[trustbound]

[Eh, you get used to it.]

Why the hell do you care?

[brandnewday]

I never said I care. You're beneath my ability to care. There's a difference between caring and wantin' to know.

[trustbound]

You know what the fuck I meant, stop being obtuse for once in your damn life.

[brandnewday]

Think what ya want. I was just wonderin' who's gonna come and kill you when you make the next mistake. I'm already lookin' forward to it. But maybe it's better if it's a surprise.

[Never has Hibiki been this bitchy.]

[trustbound]

Trust me, I'm going to last way longer than you will - I've been at this for a long time. Even Alena managed to last a good long while.

But you know what, keep posturing like the airheaded object you are. Flaunt those lack of survival skills. Whatever.

[brandnewday]

Ah, I'm sorry, I think ya misunderstood me.

[She taps her foot against the ground like she has a piece of paper or gum stuck to it.]

I talk to hamsters. Not monsters.

[Wave of dismissal! Time to go find somewhere to sit. It's thanks to her idol training that she's able to survive one round of conversation without breaking the fuck down, so that'll be fun to have alone later.]