May. 2nd, 2009

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[It took a while to actually track down a door that lead to Port Island station. Or at least one that didn't have gravity apply in multiple directions at once. Even longer of a while to get away from the crazed superior and leave a note to bring his stalker tendencies elsewhere. But overall, it was relatively easy to abandon his suit for the same casual get-up he wore in the winter seasons two years ago. At a glance, you'd almost swear he was alive. Which miiiight be a good thing considering walking though that door would be breaking every rule he has to obey in existence and thensome, but that's okay. We have a bigger problem right now.]

[Was her room on the left or right side of the hall? Hell if I remember. Flip a coin? No, that'd be embarrassing if she walks out while doing so. Let's just knock on the door on the right and hope it's the right one then. Please be the right one ffff-]

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