Luministi

[When Flynn's video cuts in, his expression isn't exactly concerned, but it's well on its way past thoughtful and into contemplative. Back behind him in the small space the screen can show, the shops and restaurants plaza can be seen as Flynn walks along the street. He pauses near the malt shop, an odd expression passing over his face just as he's about to say something. He hesitates another moment, casting a curious expression at the shop in question before forcing himself to continue walking and, in doing so, focus on his CAT again.]

I'm not sure I'm really the guy to be saying this -- maybe everyone's already noticed it -- but after I talked with our lady Fuu about it I started looking around the restaurants here in town.

[A dizzying panorama of the ones lining the street flashes by. Flynn still hasn't gotten the concept that he needs to be slow and steady with the video instead of jerky and sickening when he moves it.]

There's nothing new. At all.

Not to alarm anyone, but what's that mean if we're stuck here a while? I was thinking we might want to consider taking what food we can find and moving it to a central location. It's never too early for rationing, right? Personally I prefer not starving if it can be avoided.

[That said, he stops again, looking back over his shoulder -- he really wants to go back and see what's up with the malt shop, but he's visibly resisting while he waits for a response.]

...that being said. Who's up for helping me round up what food we can find in this place? Just as a precaution.