w0 curfew: yuyu's last supper (meatball sundae)

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[captainry]

[ he brings an extra wheelie chair along with him to the office she sets up in, spinning it around so he can sit backwards in it. just vibing with his teammate in this space after having acquired his stupid cat. ]

You have any service?

[factoring]

[She pulls out her phone and checks it. Holding it up.]

Not at all. What about you?

[captainry]

None. At least we know where Libby is probably at, if she stuck around and didn't head back to the warehouse.

[ he holds his phone up to show her the greyed out message attempts in his, too. ]

[factoring]

We know at least one of the people she's with too.

[She looks over the greyed out messages and frowns.]

So communication gets cut off on Thursday nights.

[captainry]

Not too surprising, I guess.

[ it makes it easier for someone to do the erasure, maybe? or it's to keep people safe? hard to say which, when it's the first time that they've been stuck in this. ]

Just going to have to keep an eye on things tonight.

[factoring]

[She'll move a little closer to him so she can rest his arm against his. Sorry, it's touch week.]

If they want us to erase each other, it'll be easier if people can be isolated.