◌ 013 ◌ Games and worry

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[When the CAT turns on, Fuu doesn't even notice because she's playing a crane game with an intense look of concentration upon her face. Nearly buried amid the adorable stuffed figures that fill the machine is a brown schoolbag, which Fuu is clearly aiming for.]

[The claw snags one of the handles of the bag, the crane moves up, and Fuu gives a small cry of happiness as her bag is deposited in the chute.]

At last. Thought I'd never get it. --Oh, and another one of these?

[Taking up her bag and the two coins she looks left and right. She then moves over to another game, this one with a pincushion nestled among the toys. Fuu tilts her head thoughtfully.]

It was Miss Sophie who lost the pincushion, right...

[Figuring that she wouldn't know how to play the game to get her item back, Fuu tries to start the game with her CAT so that she can retrieve the pincushion for her. But it won't work.]

What--?

[Moving down the line she tries a couple other machines. None work.]

Oh, I see. That's just mean.

Well, everyone, it seems that my CAT is on, so you just saw it. Apparently we must each come enjoy this arcade that the Mayor told us about.

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[Later, a message private to Verita, in text]
Miss Verita, something happened, didn't it? Please message back when you can, and... hang in there.

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[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

The attendants here had no idea either, unfortunately.

You're welcome! Please do.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Wait, so our stuff just "magically appeared" in there? Good grief. Of all the junk we've gotta believe, they're piling that one on there too...?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Well, the person who left the card assuring us that our possessions were in 'good hands' must have done it. But I hardly call this being in good hands. Safe, yes. But...

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

... Better than it being stolen away somewhere. Ah, well, at least it beats us being stuck in a greenhouse. [yes, she's still bitter about that one]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

This is true! Although inhibiting our movements does seem to be another trend. I've never noticed just how many buildings I enter and exit every day...

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. I've tried to cut my schedule, but it's usually been in vain... and I have to end up going to the gym or the grocery store again.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[nods] It's terribly inconvenient. And I fear that I'm going to trouble people for answers a lot over the next, well, however long this lasts.
At least getting in and out of my own home assures me questions that I can understand.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Thankfully. Though it's kinda personal... a little too personal, if you ask me.

They already asked about you-know-what twice.

(always another reason for paranoia!) (and message très-private to Cissie if it weren't already XD)

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Fuu blinks at that. She knew what? --Oh, right, right. Superhero. It is a big secret, not that different from her own.]


[shakes her head] How do they know? I hardly think we told them everything on our 'applications'. (10-to-1 if they really exist.)
...They must know somehow though.

[well, it's filtered now!]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

That's what's bothering me, though... I honestly haven't used my superhero identity in months. I discarded it after nearly killing that guy... [sighs]

I have no clue how they found out. Young Justice was the only group who knew.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Really? That is ... even more concerning.

The translation, knowing my favourite dessert, taking a most prized possession, and now - most in-your-face of all, these questions. There really is no hiding from them...

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Oh god... It's like Big Brother. Two plus two makes five. God, I never thought summer reading'd be relevant to our lives.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

What's that?