DAY :33

[wille]

[ Fatigue is the clearest sense that bleeds through when she opens the link, but it's not dwelled upon, just an old bedfellow grown familiar. In contrast, Misato tries her darndest to seem nothing but determined, confident, enthused. It's not a lie if she also believes it. ]

( Hey everyone. We've found a few things we can use to our advantage.

First, if you want to pander to the judges' preferences, you should go colorful, electric, violent, sexy and loud. It's no time to be shy. Miss Mystery hates forest green and wears shoes dipped in liquid metal. Saldo Saldo likes soft vore, shiny and over-the-top body modifs and, uhm, transformations, like ugly duckling turning into a swan stuff. Now Talius Rex loves exotic pets, the more human-like the better, exploit that, he also likes cute things and dressing them and himself up. You may have seen his pets around . . .

Sam has also found that the chips the competitors wear are tracking their vitals, location and they act as credit cards. We may be able to use this. I know we've got a few tech-savvy people out there.

Lastly, I've got some experience choreographing giant weapons, so talk to me if you want help with that.

We can win this! I know it! Let's do our best!! )
 

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[wille]

[ She pauses, considering, and it isn't from lack of trust in Ilde. ]

( Alright. I'll make sure he comes back in one piece. )

[erbier]

[ She doesn't bother to threaten Misato that, yes, she had best be sure of it. The other woman has already taken up some responsibility to it, and that satisfies her well enough. When people recognize the things that are hers. ]

( You may contact me, if you wish. )

[ If she needs help wrangling the demon. It's an offer Ilde hasn't extended to any other part of this mission. ]

[wille]

[ It comes from a sense of responsibility she predictably takes upon her shoulders, even if she notices the uniqueness of Ilde's interjection, and her offer. ]

( Thanks. Take care. )

[ Take care, she says, when she means, I know it feels like a kind of death but you're here still and I'm glad, so stay and be kind to yourself, okay? Okay. Emotional constipation is the name of the game in this little corner of the Nest. ]

[erbier]

[ She's said her piece, and Misato's thanks meets a wall of ice and disinterest. ]