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"And the votes are in! It seems you all voted for Matsuoka Chiko except for YANAIHARA AND KIMURA, THE STUPID FUCKING IMBECILES! But you're right. Well done! As a reward, you get HIS GORY FUCKING DEATH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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CAL-19014 FILE
CALIGULA FILE
Victim: Himiko Suzugawa
Place of Body: Sector C, by the stream.
Time of Death: 3:30 AM
Cause of Death: Head Trauma
State of body: Half-buried, covered in leaves, with a crushed skull and two large wounds in her chest.
[ run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible! ]
You wake up in the morning to a continued lack of lights. It stays that way as you stretch, clumsily try to get dressed in the darkness, and walk out the door to go about your daily business only to be distracted by the appearance of your least favourite murderous artificial intelligence.
"Ahahaha, oh, guess what! Somebody's fucking deaaaaaaaaaaad~! LET! THERE! BE! LIGHT! I've always wanted to say that."
The light turn back on, and you rush around looking for the body, before finding yourself in Sector C, where Matsuoka Chiko, Hayate Gacchiri, and Toshishiro Haku stand over the body of...
That's God. I was quoting God.
"Ohohohoho! Guess what, VEIN RECEPTACLES! You know that little thing you do with the REFRACTING LIGHT THROUGH YOUR PEEK ORBS? Well, you're gonna be doing a lot less of that from now on until someone fucking COPS IT!"
The lights flicker out with a disturbing noise, plunging most of the ship into an eerie almost-darkness, with only a few glowing pieces of machinery providing any light whatsoever.
"And don't even THINK about trying anything stupid. I've got night vision on these cameras, stupid ELBOW PIGS."
oxygen levels: oh crap [CHAPTER 4 MOTIVE]
CAL-19014 appears once more upon the screens, swirling, in a bad mood.
"Hello, meat sacks! You know what’s a FUCKING PAIN IN THE ARSE? I give up LONG NANOSECONDS OF PROCESSING TIME to making sure that your BEEF LUNG BOXES have enough air for you to function! PATHETIC! And do I ever get even A LITTLE bit of gratitude in return? FUCK NO, I DON’T!"
"I have had it UP TO HERE with you UNGRATEFUL SPLEEN MONKEYS! So starting two days, you’re going to lose the lights. Then you’ll have a few more hours, and then the water goes, too! AND THEN YOUR PRECIOUS OXYGEN, AHAHAHAHA! So, if you like to CONTINUE PERFORMING THE ACT OF AEROBIC RESPIRATION, I recommend you MURDER SOMEONE!"
"And just because I’m so nice, you’re allowed to take one of your flesh friends with you when you leave if you DO kill someone! Aren’t I lovable?"
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[ all these motherfucking ID cards in motherfucking space ]
When you are gathered in the lobby with the rest of the students aboard the station, who look about as uncomfortable as you are, you wait for a few minutes before Caligula shows himself on the central screen and, to your surprise, both doors out of the room slide decidedly shit with a hiss and a click. You're going nowhere.
"Now then! Somebody here has got something BAD on their ID cards! I've been having little bugs in this station's mainframe, and it looks like SOMEBODY'S using a non-authorized application! I don't know WHAT is going on here. Perhaps some clever clogs has installed a little program of their own. Perhaps someone decided to use this ID so that they could SEXT AND MEME their friends, like all the kids are doing nowadays. Or perhaps one of you DISGUSTING LITTLE PLAGUE SORES is trying to sneak A FILTHY NO-GOOD VIRUS ONTO MY SYSTEMS!"
"Either way. NOBODY is leaving here until I find out what the HELL is going on here, got it, kiddies?"
[ you're all goddamn grounded ]
The face of CAL flickers onto every screen on the station for what seems like the millionth time, but this is different. This time, he seems angry, but not only that, also... agitated? He seems to be trying to hide it with fake bravado, however.
"Alright kiddies, you're all coming to the lobby. Anyone not there in the next twenty minutes is going to have their GUTS decorating their BEDROOMS, CLEAR?"
My Fans'll Keep Me Cool [Open]
She would've expected this before from the neighbourhood kids but seriously... in space with a buncha special kids... she didn't know. She was disappointed. Somehow Shinobu expected they'd be better than that. Such an obvious goddamn frame like she'd right such an indulgent ass letter like that. And leave shit in her own room, like, seriously? What did these people take her for? She wasn't smart, sure, but, she wasn't braindead.
Her latest encounters were going poorly and really, in her mind, that was good. Let them be poor. She wasn't in the mood to play nice with these people, not if this was how it was gonna be. Himiko, Kaoru, Yoshi. Those guys? Those guys were good. Anyone else, ooh boy, they'd better be ready for something else.
After her trip to the exercise room to blow off steam only succeeded in making her angrier Shinobu strode off to the lounge to be by herself but not before going to the gift shop and stealing a snack. Armed with a Hope's Peak branded lollipop now stuck in her mouth she sat on the back of an arm chair, rather improperly really, and stared long and hard at the ceiling as if it were seconds away from falling on her. The sound of the door opening snaps her away from her staring contest with the ceiling and she throws the person a look.
"What? If you want somethin' you better speak up."
