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Everything appears normal to me. Nobody's sprouted an extra head or started talking in tongues, right?


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[ Dirk may be somewhat of a hikikomori most of the time, but he can't stay in his room 24/7. This afternoon he just sort of casually pokes his head into the cybernetic maintenance facility, curious about what exactly is in here.

He can also be found walking through the halls on his way there, on his way back to his room, and later on in the dining hall, for anyone who may want to bother him and/or take advantage of the fact that he is totally affected by this flood. ]

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[mistconduct]

I dunno, man. I'm the most normal guy there is. Nothing I can see going on. You think the Admiral's fucked in the head?

[bothfoulandfair]

I don't think so. But sometimes it takes people a while to realize that anything's changed.

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[heavenlymisandrist]

I have not been speaking in tongues.

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[this_corrosion]

I haven't.

Why's it always typed out? If I wanted to read I'd get a book.

[Still drunk? Still drunk.]

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[fearmonger]

[ Hey, Dirk. Caliborn has been looking for you.

The moment it was obvious that this was a truth flood, Caliborn decided it was best to not shit around on the network. Just in case. Not that he has anything to hide. Nothing worthy of shame, anyways-- old cagey habits die hard. And it's not as if he's actually AFFECTED either, though he completely is. Whatever.

The point is that he's totally been looking around for someone very specific. Someone who is 100% Dirk. And the target has finally been fucking sighted. His metal leg clangs against the floor as he rushes up like a dumbass along the coverless hallway. He's very aware that Dirk hasn't seen him in person yet, and is hoping to spook him even if it's only a little bit.

Once in earshot: ]

Hey. Hey. Dirk.

Strider.

Hey.

What's up.