[They are back in the computer lab... Except this time they have probably aged like 20 years in 9 hours. Help. Hunter plops down on one of the chairs, while Flapjack hops all over one of the keyboards.]
Yeah, that's one thing you could do... if there's someone you trust. But it should be more than one person. Two minimum. Always secure the perimeter, too.
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week zero, saturday.
Are you okay after all that?
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He looks very tired, but honestly? Who doesn't? Nine hours and a lifetime (not nameless's) of stress.]
I'm okay... Are you?
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Tired. But who isn't after whatever that was?
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I think most everyone is exhausted. The personal demons don't seem impacted.
[He desperately hopes that this doesn't happen again. But we are in a murder game.]
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[They had to watch Akira sniff feet for two hours... Hellish.]
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He sinks further into his own chair and puts his head on the desk.]
It's going to keep happening, isn't it?
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[Genuinely, even though he doesn't look all too convinced it won't.]
But... I don't know. No one wants to get stuck here.
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... It's hard to know what will happen next.
[Like having a no holds barred beat down on stage where shadows are being awful. That could happen tomorrow.]
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... Yeah, it is. But we'll figure it out. We have to.
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[The first thing he'd do is run, but that's hardly an option here.]
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I... guess we should prepare. In case it happens to us. Not that it will, but— better safe than sorry, right?
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... How do you prepare for that? Going to sleep with people you trust?
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