Before I forget:

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Rolled 2 (1d6)

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Rolled 4 (1d6)

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Rolled 19 (1d20)

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Rolled 5 (1d6)

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Rolled 3 (1d6)

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Rolled 6 (1d6)

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>>3045596
nice

I am so sorry guys. Had to go and pick my cousins up from the airport. Just got back and again, apologies.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

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>>3045989
Null sweat OP

Session is running. Prompt up in 15 minutes.

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You steady your knees … and push.

It isn’t as if your joints would be liquefied again. Shoulders sore and stomach caving in, you suck it up and resume your pace. Shigure squeaks as she moves out of the way, allowing you to get going. It’s not easy, though. If you’d believed that the last hour of torture was something to behold, the last vestiges of stamina and life that you had left practically scream at you to drop back into the comfort of your mattress and shut the world out. You’re no athlete, but you’re quite sure that you must have broken some record for sheer stubbornness just making the last ten meters in the sand. You don’t know how much further you have to go, but this stretch of beach isn’t long enough … and it doesn’t look like the man next to you cares to have your suffering end by the rocks in the distance, either.

‘It’s all in your head, don’t you mind. You don’t stop putting that foot forward; grind, grind, grind!’

You run.

The crunching sound of shoes hitting sand eventually gives way to asphalt kissing sole … and open space and sky morph into a mix of shapes and shade as you and the Trainer continue your jaunt on the busy beach-side street of Yokosuka. You’re not even sure when you were off the beach or what nonsensical motivational cliché the man next to you is spouting, but for some reason or other, you find that you’re somehow lost in tunnel vision. Pain screeches and fades; exhaustion leaves; the cramps in your stomach come and go and are ignored as you find your shoulders threatening to tear themselves off if you don’t pick the pace up. Thoughts race and disappear; the squeak of old ladies moving out of your way and cursing in your wake is followed by cackling soldiers and whispering civilians and pointing children. Block, concrete; block, concrete. Road; sky, truck. It all blends into a strange mish-mash that you can’t and don’t bother with. You only see what’s before you, juking to the side to avoid or spinning on your heel to dodge.

Eventually, light returns to your world …

And you make the jump.

Your landing is less than graceful.

‘Whoa!’

It’s not your voice that makes the sound.

Knee first, palm second and sand, sky and water is all you can see.

Blue.

Then white.

And your eyes water.

Then your bearings comes back … and you realize you’re on your back.

Fatigue comes after, striking you like lightning bolts and fiery pokers through your torso and thighs. Breathing becomes hard … and your chest, your diaphragm, hurts. You feel like you’d been running for—

‘Are you all right, Commander?’

Shigure’s back. It’s like she’d never left.

Out of your sight, you can hear the cackle of your sadist of a Trainer.

>‘Out of the way.’ (Annoyed)
>‘Felt better.’ (Honest)
>‘I’m good.’ (Reassure)
>Whine and whimper and rest your head against the sand, spent
>Write-In

>>3047183
>>‘Felt better.’ (Honest)

>>3047183
>>‘I’m good.’ (Reassure)

>>3047183
>‘Felt better.’ (Honest)

>>3047189
>>3047200
We gotta be the manly man dad for shiggy. We must not show any more weakness!

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‘I’ve felt better,’ you grunt, honest from the core. You’d long pushed past “tired”. Undoing the straps on your shoulders, the weighted pads fall to the send, almost sending you buckling forward from the sudden release. You do the same for your wrist and ankles, massaging the sore, itchy skin once caught under the straps … and immediately roll over, discarding what undigested contents were in your stomach onto the sand. Tears fall out of both your eyes as your nose runs and your ears burn; your stomach cramps and both your magically-powered prosthetic and your flesh and blood arm practically buckle as chunks of saliva and Heaven knows what else impact against the sand. You’re not sure how long you’re stuck on all fours and blowing said chunks, but exhaustion comes back with a vengeance soon after … and you find yourself in chilly weather staring up at a paradoxically sunny (well, not fully, but it’s autumn, so by the standard it was sunny) sky.

You felt like Hell.

That didn’t change.

A white piece of cloth flutters in immediate view, fluttering in the breeze … and held by a small hand.

Shigure offers you a handkerchief, her expression a little concerned, but otherwise mostly stoic.

You take it.

‘Vice … Admiral?’

You grunt, turning to face the dark-haired KanMusu as you wipe the remnants of your impromptu vomiting session from your cheek (and get a reminder to shave a little bit more frequently). Shigure looks … oddly tentative; not quite apprehensive or fearful, just … enigmatic. Shigure had always been an enigma, but seeing her looking as though she’s practically tasting her words before she spouts them, you can’t help but feel a little bit curious as to what she had on her mind.

‘Yeah?’

Shigure isn’t able to come a decision on what to say, however, choosing to park herself in the sand right next to you, staring off at the stretch of sand now manned by military personnel dragging tubes, tables and coils before making their way back up to the busy street above. You’d call it typical behavior on her part, usually … but whenever the oddity that is the Destroyer before you didn’t want to talk, she wouldn’t be within your vicinity to not talk.

An oddity for an oddity.

Strange behavior, even for her.

You feel a strong slap on your back, causing you to bolt forward from the cheer force. You don’t need to look up to know just who it is.

The Trainer laughs as he picks up your discarded—well, his loaned—weights, looking down and giving you a look of approval with one foot kicking sand over the site of your vomiting.

‘Good run young man, you’ve earned a break; ten minutes and no more, for your body’s sake!’

You wave him off … and he does, leaving you with the silent company of Shigure.

>Keep quiet
>Prompt her to talk
>Write-In

>>3047291
>>Prompt her to talk
>only a 10 minute break
truly this is hell
but you must go through pain and suffering to achieve /fit/dom
preferably without going full homo like /fit/ is.

>>3047291
>Prompt her to talk

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‘You all right?’

She turns to face you, wide blue eyes going even wider. ‘Hm?’

‘You seem a little more, uh … out there than usual,’ you mention pointedly, hoping to get to the crux of the point. ‘Something on your mind?’

Shigure was always hard to deal with directly. Not so much with the fact that you had to put on the kiddy gloves, but you didn’t have a hold on what set her off … and what set her off less. Samidare seemed to be the only safe topic when it came to your dark-haired Destroyer … and seguing into casual conversation was beginning to turn into a task in itself. You didn’t want to upset Shigure, but for someone so stoic most of the time, it honestly—and you mean no offense by this—felt on the level of dealing with a middle-aged woman that was in denial over the onset of menopause. You just didn’t want anything to do with it.

Except that this was still one of the KanMusu that you shared an arcane and emotional link with over the most brazen and literal of senses … and if there was anything that life taught you and was willing to offer the last several weeks, was that your life wasn’t quite your life anymore. You owed that much, at the very least. You’re not sure if Shigure does … but at least on your end, you’re willing to try.

Raising your prosthetic, you give Shigure a playful poke on the cheek, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.

You’re not sure if it does, but judging by the slight whine of her voice, you can confirm she’s on the ground.

‘Vice—Commander, don’t do that!’

She grabs your fist, pushing it away from her face.

‘Nice to see that you’re not fully vacant,’ you tease … and gain a pout. No; she’s definitely not vacant. ‘You look distracted … is there something on your mind?’

‘I, um,’ she pauses, biting her lip and bringing her knees close to her chest. You’re unsure whether those are indicators of good or bad outcomes on the horizon … but considering it was Shigure, you’re just happy to get an honest response. ‘I was just wondering, um … what’s the point of you actually doing all this?’

‘Exercising?’

She nods.

‘Well,’ you start, stretching your arms over—oh, that is painful. You bring your limbs down, feeling your shoulder muscles practically weeping in gratitude. ‘Exercising’s … good for you—for me, I mean; for humans. It’s … not complicated; it keeps you healthy. You don’t stretch something often enough it just decides that you don’t need it anymore … and then when you do it just doesn’t work. That’s why you exercise.’

‘Oh.’

Shigure tilts her head.

‘I thought exercise was more of a human mating practice.’

>Don’t answer the question
>‘Where did you get that idea?’
>‘No amount of exercise is going to enhance my mating prowess.’
>‘Shigure, no. Well … yes, but no. No.’
>Write-In

Upload speed is very slow for some reason. Had to refresh a few times.

>>3047414
>>‘Where did you get that idea?’

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You cock a curious eyebrow.

‘Where’d you get that idea?’

She tilts her head slightly. ‘You mean you’re not?’

You want to answer that you weren’t … but the thought of Kaga, Nagato and Takao swooning over a set of defined pectorals and abdominal bumps nips that thought in the bud. At the same time, you didn’t think that it was a good idea for Shigure wandering around with the assumption that the only reason a man wanted to look his best was in the hope of turning the head of a pretty little specimen of the female persuasion … even when it was the damned, bold and uncensored truth. You cough into your fist, shifting slightly in the sand as the wind begins to pick up and the morning inches closer to afternoon, considering your words.

‘I’d like to know where you found that assumption first,’ you return, trying your best to lighten the heavy topic.

‘My Vice-Admiral … he used to exercise a lot.’

You frown.

That didn’t make sense. She couldn’t have correlated the two points; not with her background. Even Houshou and Kaga barely understood the spectrum of human connections and they were closer to the raw truth than Shigure. Who’d put the dots together for her?

‘He used to go and jog and lift weights around the dormitories in the mornings and evenings when we weren’t conducting operations,’ she continues, ‘and Shiratsuyu-nee said that he was doing it to impress girls.’

You can’t help but chuckle.

‘Was he now?’

Shigure bites her lip, looking oddly troubled.

‘His mother called the base a lot,’ she explains further, a little more bounce than you had expected coming from her voice. Shigure’s eyes take on a light, lively color, a light giggle of suppressed laughter coming over her as she rested her chin on her knees, smile threatening to break out. ‘Apparently he always had these, uh … I think they’re called Omiai? His mother was calling and arranging them for him and he’d always get excited and start lifting weights or bringing me and …’

It’s gone. As quickly and as suddenly as Shigure’s upbeat demeanor comes, it disappears. She retreats into herself once more, brows furrowed and cheeks pale. You’re unsure, hesitant yourself, wondering what direction this conversation had just steered itself into. Shigure’s past wasn’t that closed a book; you had numbers, dates, teams … but none of that seem to make an ounce of difference. The Destroyer next to you keeps to herself, only to herself.

You wish you could change it.

‘Shigure …’

So you move to try.

You’d been reckless before. Why stop now?

‘Was your Vice-Admiral a young guy? People usually getting Omiais arranged for them are kinda … either too busy, too rich or too awkward.’

Shigure laughs.

‘Awkward,’ she reveals. ‘I think … like a better version of you, a little.’

>>3047524

>‘I … choose to take that as a compliment.’ (Let it slide)
>‘Nice to know you’re not above pulling a Kaga.’ (Joke)
>‘Harsh.’ (Hurt)
>‘So he was an awkward gym nut that hit the weights to charm girls. Got it.’
>‘So he was awkward. How?’ (Curious)
>Write-In

>>3047525
>>‘Nice to know you’re not above pulling a Kaga.’ (Joke)
poor GL
im sure he'll find someone
he's a nice not young man

>>3047525
>‘I … choose to take that as a compliment.’ (Let it slide)
No bully ship

>>3047531
>>3047542
Flipping a coin. Coin flipped. Next prompt is last for the morning. Session continues at 2000 GMT+8

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‘Nice to know you’re not above pulling a Kaga,’ you joke, tussling her hair. Shigure giggles, but otherwise doesn’t retort to your statement. Her attempts at untangling her hair of your swift hand are also half-hearted, and for a while, at least, you’re able to, once again see the face behind the stoic soldier under your command. It’s rare enough to get her to talk to you; breaking that ice the way you did was nothing short of a miracle that you felt was more allowed than self-engineered.

Shigure’s hands eventually manages to put a firm grasp on your prostheses … and the light whine of the gears sounds as she pulls it aside, thumbs digging into the synthetic polymer of the palm. She throws a glance up at you, warm, hopeful … and apologetic. Neither of you say anything as you draw your hand away, returning your gaze to the bright ocean, your previous exhaustion vanquished in one felt moment. A light shift and scrape to your right catches your attention; Shigure had gotten to her feet, now kneeling in a crouch instead of in a seated position, drawing lines in the sand.

‘Sir?’

‘Yeah?’

‘This is a bit insubordinate, I think, but … I was wondering if I could ask you something?’

‘You know, it’s considered good manners to actually face the person you’re asking something from.’

It’s a sly dig on your part. She follows through anyway.

‘I know that you’re my … Vice-Admiral, but I was just wondering if you could let me just keep calling you Commander instead?’

>‘Of course. It’s just a provisional rank anyway.’ (Nonchalant, Casual)
>‘There’s still some professional guidelines to follow, Shigure.’ (Professional)
>‘Mind if I ask why?’ (Roll a 1d6 each)

>>3047593
>>‘Of course. It’s just a provisional rank anyway.’ (Nonchalant, Casual)
my roll luck aint good today

>>3047593
>‘Of course. It’s just a provisional rank anyway.’ (Nonchalant, Casual)

Running in about ... 40 minutes if you guys are around.

Guess not. :(
>>3047777

>>3047593
‘Of course. It’s just a provisional rank anyway.’ (Nonchalant, Casual)

>>3047593
I’m fine with it. But only when we’re in domestic environment, better observe some semblance of protocol when notables are around.

>>3047593

>‘Of course. It’s just a provisional rank anyway.’ (Nonchalant, Casual)

2 hours until session. 2 hours and 30 minutes until new prompt.

>>3048461
aight

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‘Of course,’ you answer, nodding in affirmation to her request. ‘It’s just provisional, after all.’

You don’t think twice about it. It’s not as if you considered the rank as something of permanent value, anyway; your responsibilities pretty much came before any thought of gratification, promotion or no. You don’t need to question why Shigure felt rather … reluctant, hesitant, to call you by that title, and you were nothing if not considerate to her needs and wants. The psych department didn’t seem to have anything of the sort in the bag, from the last encounter … and if they weren’t about to do anything about it, you weren’t about to just let it be.

Shigure, for all intents and purposes, was your responsibility.

‘Thank you,’ she mutters quietly, turning her gaze back to the glimmering waves. It’s not as enthusiastic a reply as you’d hoped to get out of her … but everything took time. One day after the next; tomorrows and tomorrows after is what you’d work by. She was her own person, however she’d choose to go about it.

All you can do is, ultimately, be there.

You throw out a fond smile, moving to give her a gentle pat on the shoulder—

‘Break time’s over, Commander McSlackin’!’

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

‘Whether you’re ready or not, it’s time to get crackin’!’

INTERLUDE END

15 minutes until session, 30-40 minutes until prompt.

>>3048569
aight

>>3048569
Nice

In the middle of watching the Raptors pummel the Pistons, so might be a LITTLE bit late.

‘Whoa,’ you declare, surveying the scene before you. ‘You guys all right?’

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you’d rushed down to get a head start on the last twelve hours of your weekend. As you reached the bottom of the stairs, however, you’d found yourself face-to-face with the returning patrol … who looked like they’d been put through the wringer. Torn clothes, smelling like disinfectant and with bags under their eyes … and an irritation to behold behind those gazes, you have half a mind to just let them get changed and take the rest of the day off. Which was probably already on their minds; even if they didn’t have the human thresholds to fatigue, being done with the bullshit that the world could throw at you for one day was a concept that was universally cohesive enough for anyone—or any spirit—to grasp.

‘Fine,’ Takao grumbles, covering her open chest and scowling. ‘We just made a bad detour into Hiei’s patrol’s route and got caught in a crossfire.’

Murakumo grumbles, shifting her legs. Her tights were torn and barely hanging from their straps; it’s a wonder she’d managed to pull herself to the barracks from headquarters. You presume that they’d elected to take the coastal route; you don’t see her being able to manage that. The parents would throw a fit.

‘Sorry,’ Samidare grumbles; the only KanMusu that you notice to be … somewhat decent.

‘Our built-in sensors jammed and we decided to take a memory route … but we ended up heading straight into Hiei’s Patrol group,’ Tenryuu sighs, tapping her mechanical installation. ‘My fault. Didn’t get the bearings right. Ended up having to fend off some characters.’

There are at least two mumbling KanMusu among the other four.

‘Right, right,’ you wave it off, trying your best to come off as understanding.. ‘Go and sort yourselves out.’

They don’t wait for a second invitation.

5/5
>EXECUTE TASK (Specify)
>Look for KanMusu (Specify)
>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)
>Visit Location (Specify)
>Wander
>Write-In

>>3048643
>>Wander
lets go look around
see if we cant find anything interesting
plus we dont wander around much at all.

>>3048643
>>Wander

>>3048643
>Visit our district

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At the very least, the cracks on the walls are memories.

Many of the districts had been rebuilt around Yokosuka, and even if the proper administrative bodies hadn’t quite made a return, you can appreciate that, despite everything, the population was at least trending upwards … maybe. A quick jaunt to where the priest and the tents had been has you confirming the transfer of the children; while they may have wanted to stay, wherever the Army had decided to put them was probably a better deal than what you could have offered. Businesses weren’t quite thriving yet, either; that’d be something for the new Mayor to sort out once the town was done with, proper. The reconstruction crew had done a good job, even if they weren’t quite finished with their tasks yet … and the fairies assisting in doing rounds was probably a big factor in the relatively quick process. You spy the occasional group flying several feet over your head, blue dust falling from their forms as they twirled and chirped their way. If you weren’t in the middle of fighting a war, the thought of entertaining a lesson on Fairy language from Takao would’ve been on the top of your list.

Hell, you wouldn’t mind having a chat with them right now, really.

As if answering your thoughts, a miniature aviator drops right out of the sky, landing on the tip of your nose … and surveying you with a curious glance. You chuckle, tilting your head up slightly.

‘Hey there, little guy.’

The fairy makes angry noises.

‘Oh, I mean … hey there, little miss.’

Seemingly satisfied, she flips off your nose, doing a graceful flip … and pops right out existence in a shower of blue sparks. Sparks that, of course, continue to sparkle as they trail off down the road and into the sky. Neat trick, that.

‘One day, I’ll get the gender designations right,’ you mumble to yourself, shaking your head.

You continue walking down the street a little bit more, surprised by how dense the street was becoming as you ventured deeper into the city. Surprising, considering that the residences are a hill up and the commercial district is a jaunt and change down in the other direction. There seemed to be nothing of interest here; but a crowd, nonetheless, was still a crowd.

‘There’s a lot of people here, aren’t there?’

‘Well, there’s some sewer maintenance going on, isn’t there?’

You freeze in your tracks; those were some familiar—

There they were: Yamato … and your lanky attendant, side by side, visible among the packed bodies down the street, having passed you without notice.

‘Ouch!’

Even in a crowd, Kashima stood out … hauling what appeared to be stacks of plastic crates, scattered along the floor.

>Help Kashima
>Catch up to Yamato and your Attendant

>>3048753
>>Help Kashima

>>3048753
>>Help Kashima

>>3048756
Its really the only option. Commander just wouldnt do anything else. As much as I might wish otherwise

>>3048753
>Help Kashima

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She may be a KanMusu.

Guardian of humanity and reincarnation of a machine of war.

But Heavens above, you’re not the type to leave a woman in distress, supernatural arsenal and super-strength or no. The masses around you don’t even bother to give her anything but curious—and uncaring looks—even when you’re on the ground next to her, grabbing the boxes one by one. Kashima, too busy to notice, hurriedly gets on her knees to pick up the ones on the other side … and promptly squeaks in surprise as she turns to face you, dropping the boxes all over again.

Or they would have.

It’s a good thing that your reflexes are a great deal quicker than they were before.

‘S-Sorry, Com—Vice-Admiral, sir!’

‘It’s fine.’

You chance a glance to where the attendant and Yamato had been. As you expect, neither are in sight.

‘I’m really sorry,’ Kashima apologizes, bowing as she steadies the stack in her arms. You’re not quite sure what’s in the boxes, but even you didn’t feel like there was a mass big enough to shift you out of your state of balance. It was odd that a KanMusu would; you’d seen Samidare and others of her size handle bigger objects without so much as a fuss.

‘It’s quite all right.’

She droops slightly. Your reassurance seems to only make things worse.

‘Sorry …’

>‘Stop apologizing.’ (Chastise her)
>‘Need some help?’ (Offer to carry some of the items)
>‘What’s in the boxes?’ (Inquire)
>‘Just be careful next time.’ (Give her the boxes you’re holding, continue your wandering)
>Write-In

>>3048797
>>‘Need some help?’ (Offer to carry some of the items)

>>3048797
>>‘Need some help?’ (Offer to carry some of the items)

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‘Would you like some help?’

Kashima takes several steps back, her legs shifting from one to the other, her surprise at your offer more than apparent.

‘Ah, I couldn’t—’

‘It’s all right,’ you reassure her, adjusting your stack before flashing her a smile. ‘It’s not as if I had any plans for the day, anyway.’

If nothing else, you commend the Cruiser on her discretion in regards to the sheer stubbornness of male bravado. She gives you one look, leans back, repeats the action … before sighing and conceding, gesturing for you to follow. The crowd around you doesn’t even bother to comment or spare a second glance as you accompany the silver-haired KanMusu down the road and into the alley, before coming out again to a clear street that smelled of tofu that you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. It must have been nice for her; the lack of taste must have made the identifiers more dull.

‘Um, thanks again,’ Kashima voices, slowing down her pace until she came up right beside you.

‘No problem,’ you reply, trying your best to sound cheerful. ‘Where are we headed anyway? Back to the base?’

‘Oh, no,’ she answers, shaking her head. ‘There’s a supply tent that I’m supposed to hand these over to; with MPs and the Admiralty handing over the jurisdiction to the Army, a lot of the things are kinda in limbo … but the Admiral said that he’d rather have everything just handed over so that there’s less for him to worry for.’

You frown. It looks as if the Admiral is as done with the jurisdiction issue as much as you are.

‘I’m really sorry for all this,’ Kashima sounds out, her voice laced with apology as she turns her head up to face you. ‘I’d normally be able to manage, but …’

She trails off, hesitant.

>‘Yeah, your situation; right.’ (Empathize)
>‘Trust me, compared to how I am, you’re swan.’ (Joke)
>‘Well, what’s done is done.’ (Nonchalant)
>‘Yeah, dying isn’t exactly something I’d strike as a bad excuse.’ (Insensitive)
>Keep silent
>Write-In

>>3048855
>>‘Trust me, compared to how I am, you’re swan.’ (Joke)

>>3048855
>‘Trust me, compared to how I am, you’re swan.’ (Joke)

>>3048855
>>‘Trust me, compared to how I am, you’re swan.’ (Joke)

Yuu-chan best girl

>>3048855
‘Yeah, your situation; right.’ (Empathize)

It's Friday, so no session today. I might close off Kashima's scene though.

>>3049972
aight

I was going to run today, really, but I lost track of time watching a show on cable.

>>3052648
not a problem

I'll try again tonight. Get some sleep, everyone.

>>3053770
aight

Anyone up?

>>3055021
Me, but I’m just a lurker.

>>3055021
im around

>>3055021
right here

>>3055021
I am now

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I fucked up some crucial work, lads. I have to unfuck it so no session until I do. Sorry.

>>3060279
what'd you fuck up this time Mech?

>>3060284
The hotel shipping schedule and the staff minutes.

>>3060290
test

Don't worry, I'm running today.

>>3064895
lets hope the split didnt fuck up much shit

Sorry, was banned.

>>3072624
i do wonder how the bans are handled now with the split

>>3072630
does it count for both sides or does only apply to one side