Showed an altercation in the skating rink, but I can't tell which of them is the victim or the aggressor there. And the message, uh.
[the message, when he pulls it up, is all in italian. when he hits autotranslate on it, what comes up is:
My love. I send you this confession of love knowing that you already have prospects. Yet I want your eyes to be enlightened by what I can offer you. Love, croissants, money, my heart and soul.]
... [ he just. pats gregor on the shoulder sympathetically. that's rough buddy. ]
I don't know why croissants are relevant but sure, why not. [ he just snorts a little because this is a lot. ] I know you want to wait until tomorrow to share, but...does that include me, too?
[thanks buddy he appreciates it. god. why are the teens the only ones nice to him actually. teens and yuri.]
Nah, of course it doesn't include you. Here-
[fiddling with his iris for a second to pull up the video file and play it for him. it's the following:
the video starts overlooking the lunar rink, angled to get as much coverage as possible of both the concession/mingling area and the skating areas.
two figures enter, one smaller than the other. there's a brief staredown, perhaps, before - chaos erupts, the two engaging in a fight. it's hard to tell who the instigator is, but eventually the taller figure closes in on the smaller, until there's just a sudden shower of hot dogs being thrown directly at them. as they're startled, the smaller figure sprays something in the taller's face, before making to flee.
while they're wiping at their face, the taller throws something after the retreating figure. they don't pursue immediately, and are instead trying to clean themself up; afterwards, they pick up something large that they dropped in the fray and exit.]
Hopefully. If anything, there might be a bottle left behind at the scene. [ it's okay, he's not going to consider it too deeply either. ] ...these videos do help, I'm not gonna discount 'em. But also...now I have way more questions than I initially started with.
Might've been an item from Omega Mart or something. The problem with that place is not knowing what the actual stock looks like. I know most of what I have probably couldn't be used if someone was attacking me, but that doesn't mean that's the same for everybody else.
The good thing is that people have been pretty forthright about this kinda stuff. Tomorrow, there's going to be 31 people who aren't involved. I'd say that ups our chances of somebody having an idea.
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[ be upset people we liked are dead, rather than have to deal with the circus of trial and dread of execution. ]
It almost feels like this part is the easiest. At least in knowing what to do.
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[but then again he hates the trials, so.]
-got a video, by the way, so I'll show everybody that tomorrow. Ended up with a message too, but I'm... guessing it's some kinda prank.
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[ but it's fine. ]
A video like last week? What kind of message?
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[we ignore the first part. it's all good.]
Showed an altercation in the skating rink, but I can't tell which of them is the victim or the aggressor there. And the message, uh.
[the message, when he pulls it up, is all in italian. when he hits autotranslate on it, what comes up is:
My love. I send you this confession of love knowing that you already have prospects. Yet I want your eyes to be enlightened by what I can offer you. Love, croissants, money, my heart and soul.]
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... [ he just. pats gregor on the shoulder sympathetically. that's rough buddy. ]
I don't know why croissants are relevant but sure, why not. [ he just snorts a little because this is a lot. ] I know you want to wait until tomorrow to share, but...does that include me, too?
[ can he have a preview?? ]
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Nah, of course it doesn't include you. Here-
[fiddling with his iris for a second to pull up the video file and play it for him. it's the following:
the video starts overlooking the lunar rink, angled to get as much coverage as possible of both the concession/mingling area and the skating areas.
two figures enter, one smaller than the other. there's a brief staredown, perhaps, before - chaos erupts, the two engaging in a fight. it's hard to tell who the instigator is, but eventually the taller figure closes in on the smaller, until there's just a sudden shower of hot dogs being thrown directly at them. as they're startled, the smaller figure sprays something in the taller's face, before making to flee.
while they're wiping at their face, the taller throws something after the retreating figure. they don't pursue immediately, and are instead trying to clean themself up; afterwards, they pick up something large that they dropped in the fray and exit.]
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also his reaction is the same as mine WHY ARE THERE HOT DOGS??? ]
...that escalated quickly. What even...how, actually? [ HELLO??? ] What do you think the spray was?
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...figure we'll find out what it was tomorrow.
[thank you for not asking about the hotdogs shoma he doesn't want to consider them too deeply.]
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