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[Thursday morning, 0559 hours.]

[Garden as a whole abruptly drops two feet.]

[The facility strikes the ground with a massive crash and shake that bears the full weight of every single one of its pounds. Loose items tumble to the floor and glass shatters in a cacophonous tumult that only serves as counterpoint to the greater and far more ominous crash of earth meeting metal. Massive vibrations race through Garden as different parts of it resonate with the force of the impact. Somewhere on the first floor, a chocobo literally screams in rage, a sound almost monstrous in its inhumanity. The lights flicker and then go out entirely.]

[Like an earthquake -- and no one would blame anyone for mistaking the source of the crash and shake, if not for the sickening drop that had yanked everyone's stomach into their throat for a heartstopping moment -- the shaking, roar, and vibrations slowly fade away, leaving only panick, fear, and disarray behind. And very ominous silence. The power has failed; the lights are out, water does not flow, and besides the residents, nothing stirs.]

[Then... slowly, but inexorably, Balamb Garden begins to tilt.]

[OOC: This is a general reaction and mingle post! You may also make your own posts if you so desire. If you need a mod response to a thread for information or a reaction, please ping us through PM!]


Aug. 30th, 2013 06:48 pm
thatched: (Default)
[personal profile] thatched
Well since we're breaking away to begin with, why not go all the way and just become pirates? Floating the seven seas, waving our battle flag from the massive white dome. Pillage and plunder and the occasional panty raid. What do you think? Shall we put it to the vote?
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[personal profile] commanderzabala
[The Commander is in full uniform today as she faces the camera, hands on the table in front of her. She is not in her office; in fact, to judge by the backdrop behind her, she is not anywhere within Balamb Garden at all.]

Citizens of Balamb Garden. I apologize for not making this announcement in person to you, however, I believe you would rather have it immediately than in person.

As you should be aware, Balamb Garden is nominally a part of Balamb itself. In addition to the military organization of SeeD, we are subject to Balamb's laws and government, and are a territory under its juridiction.

As of noon today, that relationship, between Balamb Garden and Balamb, is formally dissolved. From today onwards, Balamb Garden is an independent political entity.

I wish to make two things clear to you all. First of all, this will not meaningfully impact your day-to-day lives. Balamb Garden is already the home of its own school system, generates its own power, and has its own effective government structure and regulations in the form of the SeeD Code of Conduct. While we may require some minor adjustment, our business will continue as usual.

Second, the reason we are doing this is for the benefit of our offworld population. As an independent entity, Balamb Garden is free to directly act in ways that we did not have the authority to do, such as direct negotiations with other nations with regards to treatment of offworlders. We are also doing this for the protection of the citizens of Balamb, so that our actions have no ties and no repercussions to the government of Balamb.

As of noon today, you are all citizens of Balamb Garden. On that note, Balamb has allowed for a dual-citizenship stance, and will continue to accept applications for citizenship from offworlders, if you wish to have a civilian identity, or be a member of a nation which is not also a military organization. A Garden citizenship has our weight behind it, but a Balamb citizenship is that much more likely to be respected on the global stage at present. SeeD will not look with any prejudice or disfavor on current or future citizens of Balamb.

In addition, Esthar and Galbadia have both withdrawn from from all right-of-transit treaties concerning Balamb Garden. In other words, Garden no longer has any existing right to pass into territory belonging to these two nations. [A faint flicker of a smile touches the Commander's face, at that.] Putting all questions of enforcement aside, however, we expect that negotiations for access will be fairly routine, as it remains in their best interest to continue to use us for our stated purposes.

Negotiations over the fine points are continuing as we speak, and I will remain away from Garden until these are concluded. When I return, however, I will make myself free for any questions on this matter. In addition, I will respond to post on this matter as I am able (though do not expect it). In the meantime, if you have any ideas or suggestions for how best to leverage our new independence, I invite you to discuss them.

That is all.
wrnpcs: ([town guy])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[The day is a bit cloudy, and wind on the water is around eighteen knots. The harbor is bustling with townspeople and visitors. Temporary stalls have been set up selling mostly food and drink or merchandise for the three Raha Cup yacht teams.

[You might need to shove a few people to get right on the waterfront, but the view of the boats in the harbor is well worth it. Once the race begins and the boats are clear of the harbor, remote control boats are available for rental; the race is expected to take two hours.

[At the nearby Balamb Hotel, there is a large TV screen set up outdoors with seating available. Hotel staff are running an outdoor bar for the occasion.

[Throughout the area and within a couple of blocks of both the waterfront and the hotel, a combination of SeeD, Cadets, and uniformed Balamb militia and police are posted as security, in response to threats received by the town council. Normally this event only has police security, so the townspeople seem to resent the need for this increased show of force rather than the fact that they're around at all.]

(OOC: Free-for-all! Feel free to make your own threads as well as using the location threads. NPCs may hit your characters up. You may have your SeeD/Cadet character hired as security if you choose; they will be in uniform, and will be on for half hour shifts so they have time to enjoy the event as well.)
tiamat_shot: blushy moogle (did someone order fried brain)
[personal profile] tiamat_shot
[Looks like someone's finally worked up the courage to actually use the video option on the BBS; though to be fair he looks like he hasn't slept in several days, sunken bloodshot eyes making it look more like he's gone a little unhinged.]

So, I don't know if any of you have been reading the papers, kupo?

[He holds up a clipping from the Esthar Memorial, bearing the headline of "ESTHAR SCIENTISTS DISCOVER NEW MONSTERS, TIME COMPRESSION TO BLAME?" and accompanied with a picture of a... fluffy bunny-looking thing.]

It looks like the Time Compression isn't just pulling in sentient species any more, kupo.

In...uh... completely unrelated news, kupo, does anyone have any tips for... uhm... someone who's been up at least seventy-two studying but doesn't want to end up with hideous traumatizing nightmares when they finally crash?

Alternately, am I allowed to rig my dorm with explosive traps, kupo? The thought that those things followed me here...
espio: (shiny)
[personal profile] espio
[Action: Closed to Grell, and maybe Marco can find him too]

[Immediately after Tobias leaves following this thread, something suddenly occurs to Espio. Namely, that his refusal to procrastinate meant someone was left out of the loop, and that someone was going to be seriously pissed off. Which was a bad thing. It's not as if he wasn't going to tell Grell, it's just that Toby turned up so soon after his ring was made, he didn't get the chance to!

He hopes that, at the very least, Marco's told her. Still, he sets off to find her, because like hell he's going to leave that issue dangling. Grell's a little... explosive.

Damn... please don't let her find Toby before I do...

[Because reality could totally be kind to him for once!]

[BBS - not posted until after he talks to Grell!]

[Considering Espio usually tries to keep most things to himself and is generally grumpy about everything, this is - to his surprise - really hard to keep quiet about! He hasn't felt so damn happy in ages. SO YES, the BBS gets to know about it!]

So Garden.

Guess who got engaged?

1 // [BBS]

Jul. 6th, 2013 10:55 pm
windbreak: (+ it's on me)
[personal profile] windbreak
hey guys. guess i must be the latest transfer student from somewhere far far away
or something like that. name's yosuke hanamura. nice to meet all of you.
sorry for the rushed intro but actually i was just hoping to ask a quick question about settling in. a burning urgent quick question.
i overheard some people earlier talking about this star who's doing a gig in town tonight
and i'm new in town so i gotta know, i don't know where else to look
does anyone have pics?
any pics. i'm not picky. i won't judge.
rewritethis: (to the future)
[personal profile] rewritethis
[Somehow, Ed's footsteps lead him right back to the infirmary.

They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.

It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.

He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.

There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]

Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

[The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

[The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

[The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

[Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

[Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

[At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

[As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

[The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

[Lunatic Pandora.]

[At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

[The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

[The Lunar cry has begun.]

[OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
tiamat_shot: tinkering moogle (put the cogs and gears in place)
[personal profile] tiamat_shot
Okay. I've got a few ideas for crowd control, but I don't know how viable they are. Is there anyone in garden with intimate taxological knowledge of malboros?

What I would need is the following information:
  • If the source of Malboro Breath is a byproduct of their outer skin as is the case in my world, or if it's an internal gland or some other such thing
  • If the source of this can be melted down and remain in a usable state
  • Most importantly, if we have enough malboro parts from last break's training to produce roughly three to four high-yield gas-based mortars.

In addition, we'd need the materials to make said gas-based mortar shells, as well as the payload to ignite such things. We would also need some means of protection from potential fire damage and status ailments of all kinds.

Thank you for your time.

-Cadet E. Oaks

[About half an hour later, there's an edit to the post, as if the moogle had just realized he had forgotten something.]

While we're at it... Tears Point is an uninhabited area, correct? If there are civilians in the way I guess you can disregard my inquiries. Apologies if that's the case.
wrnpcs: ([library npc])
[personal profile] wrnpcs
[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
selphie_t: (bitch please)
[personal profile] selphie_t
Sorry Garden, but I've gotta do it.

I'm calling bullshit on this Time Compression Mage that's been in the news recently.

Something seriously stinks about that whole thing and I'm speaking from experience here, guys. The only person who could control Time Compression got their butt handed to them 22 years ago. I watched her fade away into nothingness and while anything's possible, being able to manipulate Time Compression like that to thaw Trabia out, just shouldn't be possible.

I'm going on my gut with this one.
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[personal profile] wrnpcs
Hello SeeDs, Cadets, and staff members,

I'm sure you've all heard about the peculiar winter Trabia continues to experience. Normally the continent would be starting to warm up around this year (as much as it ever does), but this year the usual seasonal changes have not taken hold:
  • Temperatures remain cold
  • The snow and ice have not melted
  • Nights are still long
  • Plants are not showing signs of new growth or blooming
  • Hibernating animals are still hibernating
  • Migratory animals have not returned

    Trabia's top scientists are beginning to suspect time compression is to blame. A scientific team from Esthar is looking into how to stop this seasonal freeze at its source, but since the prolonged winter is already affecting farming and looks set to affect the hydroelectricity grid, the Trabian government is more concerned with bringing on spring.

    As we have considerable experience with the effects of time compression, as well as a number of people with from different worlds which may work differently from our own, a small delegation including a researcher from the University of Trabia's Environmental Science department and the Trabian Minister of Agriculture will be arriving in Balamb Garden on Tuesday to discuss possible solutions.

    This will be a closed conference, unfortunately, to keep order and so as not to disrupt classes, but I would appreciate and will pass on any suggestions or proposals you may have. Please use this post to discuss among yourselves how Trabia might induce spring.


    Headmaster Cid

  • (OOC: Open discussion post! Threadjack each other and don't feel like you need to wait for NPC responses. The date is an IC arrival date only rather than an OOC tagging deadline; please feel free to keep backtagging! The delegation's visit will not be logged, but all suggestions will be passed on IC.)
    tiamat_shot: neutral moogle (Default)
    [personal profile] tiamat_shot
    So... I suppose I don't get out enough to talk to people about this in person - then again, with incidents like what happened last week, can you blame me? This place is crazy.

    The thing is, back in the world I come from, we had something really, really similar to these GFs called Judges. They did the same "keep you alive" thing, and even augmented your power a bit, but they were bound by these really silly rules that you had to follow in order to get them to work. For example, on one day they might decide you can only move at a certain pace, or in others, they might decide that you weren't allowed to use firearms.

    Despite those handicaps - or perhaps because of them - adjudged clans got a lot of flak for being "cowards" and "weaklings" who had to rely on the Judges to survive.

    Do we have anything like that, here? Do people consider us weak, or say we're just hiding behind a Guardian Force, unable to do any real fighting on our own? I've been wondering that ever since the announcement of these Sol Invictus people. They get by just fine without GFs, are we just foolishly holding ourselves back?
    rewritethis: (moonlight)
    [personal profile] rewritethis
    [Slamming doors, brushing off greetings, shoving through crowds, hogging textbooks in the library, glaring at anyone who even momentarily makes eye contact - whatever Garden's crankiest alchemist happens to be doing on this otherwise unremarkable day of classes, he seems to have kicked it up a notch. Which, yes, is noticeable, thank you very much.

    The sole exceptions to this are the several occasions throughout the day when he takes to skulking around the front of the infirmary, getting in people's way and generally contriving to give the impression that he's there by accident. When he thinks nobody is looking, he begins to furtively sneak round a corner, approximately in the direction of one particular bed.

    But of course he isn't in a bad mood! Why would he be in a bad mood? If you want to suggest otherwise, you damn well better come over and say it to his face!]
    espio: (and...?)
    [personal profile] espio
    [Hey, guys? Remember Espio? The instructor who supposedly quit? Well. He kind of decided that actually, he was gonna keep his job, because teaching is fun. Or something. Yeah, not exactly going to be announcing that, after kicking up such a fuss - he's a little ashamed of making such a U-Turn.

    But there's something he does want to talk about.

    For those who don't already know, Balamb Garden has acquired a new airship, the Chaotix.

    [It looks like this.]

    It's an off-world ship from the Special Zone, but before the natives start freaking out over it, I'll state right now that the Ragnarok completely outclasses it - the Chaotix has a similar carrying capacity and depending on its load it can almost rival the Ragnarok for speed, but its main advantage is its fuel efficiency. Better for the budget and all.

    The controls are considerably different to those of the Ragnarok, and someone needs to show people how to use it. I will be offering familiarisation classes when I'm available, which is generally during the mornings.

    Apply by PM, and I'll make arrangements. Any applicant must already be a qualified pilot through the SeeD program, capable of flying the Ragnarok, or have demonstrable prior experience as a pilot in their home world.

    Got questions? Ask them here.

    midgarhorizon: ((Healin Meeting) Focus)
    [personal profile] midgarhorizon
    [A box of chocolates is held up in front of the camera, with Reno peeking around from behind it.]

    Hey, Garden. I don't get what this whole Valentine's thing is about, but I got this box of chocolates. Can't tell who it's from. Anyone wanna claim the honor? C'mon, I'll take ya out to dinner. [He was trying hard to be coaxing, an easy grin on his face.]
    fierybluebird: (Studious and smart)
    [personal profile] fierybluebird
    [Locked PM to Commander Zabala:]

    Dear Commander,

    I wish to schedule some time to speak to you in person about a job, not the secretary position.

    [Unlocked BBS Post:]

    In my world, we have people called "Heroes." Truth told, I kind of hate them. They're the kind of person who will give up everything they want in life for the sake of strangers. For the sake of what they believe to be "good" and "right" or "justice." A hero is the kind of person who has to give up their food, or booze, or even their beloved family members for the sake of the good of the world. I hate heroes. They got in my way, and you could never convince them they're wrong because they were sure in their heart of hearts, that they were right. That they were doing what was good for another, even though it forced them to sacrifice so much.

    Someone here once told me heroes are just another word for the people you look up and admire. In that case, my "hero," if you'll forgive the term, was my father. Much like Cid here, he took in all the outcasts of my world and gave us a home, a flag to fly under, a purpose in life, and a father to respect and love. He was widely respected as the strong man in the world, but he only ever used that power and brilliant mind to protect his family and the islands of his friends and loved ones. He stood up where the Heroes of my world were afraid to, and did his best to stop and prevent slavery. He was the first person I gave a valentine to and received one from, and I'm eternally grateful that he lived to officiate my wedding last year.

    I'll never be a hero, the very idea irritates me to no end. But I think so long as I always do things that I know he'd be proud of, then I'll be happy with myself, and these last three years, that's worked pretty well for me.

    What about you? Who are your heroes or those you admire? Are they one and the same?

    [Option C: After that, Marco will be making a bunch of handmade valentines with puns and pirate things and birds, feel free to catch him at it, or even come join him!]
    laughafterme: (Pinkie: JUMP HOW HIGH?!)
    [personal profile] laughafterme
    [The air is full of excitement (at least according to Pinkie) as the beloved MC for the date auction takes the stage. Dressed in a queen of hearts costume (with full red bodysuit beneath), Pinkie hops onto the stage with the brightest smile she has in her arsenal.]

    WELCOME TO THE EIGHTH ANNUAL… uh… SECOND ANNUAL… No, that's not right either…

    [Just how many were there?! Pinkie does some math in the air before batting away at the imaginary numbers.]


    All proceeds from the auction will to towards making a fun space filled to the brim with FUN! Doesn't that sound…FUN?! [Is that silence?] Yeah, I'd rather the money go to orphans, too! But we can work on that later, right?! [She looks to the GFC. Well, it's more like a 'WE-HAD-BETTER-OR-ELSE!!' kinda stare. Pinkie looks back to the audience with her brightest smile again.]

    So let's get this show on the road! [Pinkie gives a sly look to the audience.] The road to love~!

    (ooc: please wait until all threads are completed before commenting! Look to this space for the signal! GO AT IT! And please remember to add your character tags to the entry!)
    rewritethis: (discomfort)
    [personal profile] rewritethis
    [Towards the end of the break, when supplies are running low all round, is it any wonder the people working at the infirmary have chosen to prioritise the cadets who aren't going to head back to the Island and get themselves injured again in a maximum of a few days? And, for that matter, the cadets less inclined to vocally and incessantly gripe when they take longer to patch him up than he was hoping, which is to say five seconds.

    From a purely intellectual standpoint, Ed can approve of pragmatism like this. On another, more immediately pressing level?]

    Dammit, dammit, dammit...

    [He sits back in the bed and, frustrated, thumps his right fist against the wall. It rattles alarmingly loudly. For once, he's glad it's not that arm he currently has trussed up in a sling, given the lack of decent mechanics around Garden... but knowing the medics could fix a broken bone pretty damn quickly doesn't help him in the slightest if they aren't doing it right now.

    He hangs his head.]

    No two ways around it. [He raises his voice slightly.] Guess I'll just have to bust out of here myself.

    [Is he joking? It's really hard to tell.]


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