#onlyaplotdevice

What had been reported of Sector 1 stood out as peculiar - when all other areas had been plagued by various terrors relating to the Halloween holiday, the first was devoid of them. Instead, it troubled him to consider that those completely consumed by the role and identity of their costumes would descend there.

Was there reason? Something which the Scientists intended to do with them? Had they failed a test of sorts?

                       He’d ventured in, not as a victim of such fate, but to investigate.

Of those who had gathered, he witnessed a number of styles. Naturally, their numbers were low in comparison to what one could expect after almost two weeks happening taking place.

What caught his eye was one outstanding attire, distanced from the pack wandering away, deeper into the Sector. A distinctive figure, whose armour was hauntingly familiar.

“Everyone’s acting so weeeeeird. Hey hey, why are all of Moge-ko’s toys brokeeeen? Are the ydefective? Moge-ko’s confused.”

The girl said as she walked through the streets. Everyone really was acting odd. More fighting, people screaming about hair color, it was all different than normal. It reminded her of the castle honestly. but she didn;t care about that. All that really mattered was her toys were defective, and it was too noisy to take a nap.

Whatever virus was spreading across the city, there was nothing of alarm that had come to the surface. Just another seemingly harmless (for the most part) game on the Scientists’ part; it would fade in time. Aichi’s experiences with the city had brought with them the knowledge of that much at least.                        For those of his world, it was a less familiar concept - they’d only experienced the infatuation swarm earlier in the year. And even some, not even that.

Those within immediate reach, he’d pulled aside and brought into x-6, just in case there might be a later, less pleasant twist - calling it an extensive sleepover whilst attempting to establishing contact with the others to see if they might be available to stop by.

"Seems plenty of the others are running amok with the changes happening. It’s nothing we’ve got to worry about though.

                                   These types of things happen". Assuring them was one thing, though the atsmophere within the apartment was still strained - it was awkward; after the unresolved issues Aichi had personally, what he’d confided to both Kai and Takuto, and then Tokoha’s obliviousness (though that was surely for the better).

An odd ensemble, but they could distract themselves in the mean time surely. “Would anyone like a drink?”

He was here, surely.         Aichi had seen the evidence for himself - at least, enough to insinuate he had been at some point in time. Although hesitant in approaching in Cray envoy after the revelation that two sets of memories resided in each of them was now to be the case.

Would Takuto be disappointed in him? Ashamed? Scared?

He was almost afraid to find out, and took to avoiding the boy he’d last seen far too long ago, to get his thoughts straight. But what would that accomplish, resolve? Absolutely nothing.

            It went without saying the astonishment to learn that Takuto was living in the same apartment building, a mere half-dozen or so floors down. Visiting without warning; it seemed the easiest solution to their dilemma. That he might get the chance to meet without pushing the other away from whatever fallout might occur.

          ❝ Fuckin' crabs! ❞ When he had read the notice about creatures lurking, he had expected them to come after him so soon. Seems like even here he wasn't exempt from being attacked by the malicious creatures that inhabited the beach. Before he had realized it, a whole swarm of small crabs had crawled over him and in a desperate attempt to shake them off and though he's gotten most of them off, there are still a few clinging to him. He needs help.

          ❝ Oiii! I kinda need some help over here, can ya pull one from my head? ❞

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⓪⓪➒]=== “Waiiiiit!” Collapsing on the ground, a hand reaching up towards the door in font of him, the poor man sighs.

     Moments before he had reached the building it switched to another store. The one that was there now, once again, lost some where in the far stretches of this sector.

     “I only just found it! Nooo come back!” Joe pouted as he stared up at the door to the building that once was the hardware store. The little small one that was here for basic stuff.