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[Outside her door, Riza will find a small parcel addressed to her. Inside is a custom-made holster and pistol which much resembles her own, but for one crucial detail: it never runs out of ammo. Should she attempt to reload it, she will find the magazine remains full. The future is ridiculous. Alongside this is a small device that easily fits in one's palm or pocket.

A small note included with it reads: Dress Module: prevents damage to clothing. Effective under all known conditions. Who did this? A mystery]

[There's a small package outside Riza's doorway wrapped in baby blue paper with small flower designs on them. Inside, she will find a lined notebook with rabbits and stars in the margins as well as a pen set in different colours. There's a note that reads:

To Riza,

Happy Sunsu!! Hopefully these will be useful for you.]

From Nito Nazuna.]

[ that's it

THAT'S THE ENTIRE MESSAGE ]

[He's prepared for the details to be bad and utterly familiar. He'd avoided contacting anyone captured because he could become a problem if something in them resonates with his memories of his own capture a year ago. But as much as he needs to keep his head on straight he is who he is.]

Riza, you free to talk? It's Shiro. I'm contacting you to ask questions and answer them. ...and see how you're holding up.

[ when jade's allowed back into the cell, she's greeted with the presence of ruby and riza. this isn't unusual. if anything, it's growing disturbingly common - the site of them both locked up with her is a reality that's become so normalized it's practically the only thing she has to look forward to. at least it means they're all together.

it hadn't been too bad this time - just the box and the darkness for a prolonged period of time. her collarbone might be broken from trying to break out, but she isn't too sure. maybe she'll ask one of them to check for her. ]

...Hey.

[ her voice is so thin. papery. ] I-- Sorry. I'm sorry. [ what for? it's not like it's her fault. jade winces. ] Has there been...any change? [ in anything, really. ]

The longer I explore this city, the more I realize I hate it.

Why can't all cities be designed like Central?

It took me two hours to find the same market I went to yesterday.

If I have to eat another bowl of noodles, I'm going to kill myself.

I've discovered a three-move chess victory, but unfortunately, it only works if I'm playing against a literal idiot.

I'm not sure how to phrase that request to the general public.

'Help Wanted: Idiot Required To Test Game.'

I'm coming, soon.

[ it's the same reassurance. but the pieces are almost in play, and they're about to strike. but roy can't stand allowing them to think they're just sitting there with no way out, and so he says it, every single time. ]

What is as light as a feather, but even the world’s strongest man couldn’t hold it for more than a minute?

[ he feels like a child. but he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he cannot function on his own. not with this.
not after dragging hughes out of a puddle of his own blood, or wondering whether this is real.

it is. he knows it is. but he needs to have it confirmed. to have some stable rock to freak out on. and it has to be her. ]

Riza.

Tell me what I said, after Maes' funeral, to you.

What did I say when you asked me what comes next?

[ he doesn't trust his voice, at the moment. it has to be text. ]

secret sunsu

sunsu delivery!

[text]

Voice

cellmate tango

( hourly check-in number eighty-four )

( hourly check-in number eighty-five )

( hourly check-in number eighty six )

( hourly check-in number eighty-seven ) okay i'm done

[ text ]