voice; Awake is difficult and no one understands

[promiselisting]

[ Huh. Here is an unusual thing. Futaba is not usually one to use voice (or anything besides text) on the network. Maybe she wants to reassure other people with her voice and to hear theirs? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that her voice is still a bit muzzy with sleep. Maybe text requires more coordination than she has right now.

Either way, she's got an important post from her sort-of-brother to follow up on. ]

So.

[ There's a long, pregnant pause. ]

How many other memes are you all familiar with? Scientific curiosity.

[ She's been getting reputations up until now. The girl who gathers information. That one who really really mistrusts the Curti Center and is not afraid to be vocally critical of it. But it's past time she showed the world here who she truly is-

a shitposter. ]

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voice;

[balancingedge]

Yeah, I have. No new messages. [Nice try.]

voice;

[promiselisting]

[ Darnit, you're not supposed to be prepared for her, Keith! Ah well. There's a shrug in her voice. ]

Welp, you can't say I didn't try. Sorry, Ren.

[ Not that this would've helped her brother's bet anyway but eh. ]

voice;

[balancingedge]

[Maybe Ren'll give you a gold star for effort.]

You really can't. [He teases.] Besides, there's plenty of baked goods over here anyway. Marinette stress bakes.

[So if he wants to be a sore loser about it... (Please take some off their hands; they've run out of containers for all these sweets.)]

( action / voice ) —if that's cool!

[masqueraid]

( when ren eventually makes his way to her room, it's just in time for this bad news. bowing his head, there's a gentle clap down on futaba's shoulder, the sounds of which might even be picked up by the mic. following that, there's a morose— )

RIP, breakfast burritos...

( in the background. )

only if Ren doesn't mind when she selfies (video)

[promiselisting]

[ The clap makes her jump and yelp a bit (stupid ninja asterisk, she swears he's quieter nowadays even if he doesn't have it equipped). And so she retaliates... by turning on the video and taking a picture. Your shame is now caught on camera, Ren, and is visible to Keith as well. As is her slightly flustered face but hey. Sacrifices must be made.

But then she leans back towards him, starting to grin. ]

We should see if any of the stuff Marinette's been baking goes well with curry.

[ Also Ren, you're acting like you probably wouldn't have happily made curry for the whole team anyway, bet or no........ ]

let's just perma-video for the sake of our sanity :P

[balancingedge]

Let's see... [There's the sound of someone going down a set of stairs as he switches to video himself; revealing what he looks like in just a tank top and jeans (out of frame) and a large, dark blue wolf behind him. He reaches the kitchen soon after, and-] We have plenty of macaroons, croquettes, and croissants?

[He flips the device around so they can see the absolute plethora of baked goods - most of it in containers, but... so many on plates. They need more.

Maybe he'll just find a large pastry box and bring enough for all of them with each for the inevitable meet up in the deep blue sea.]

[masqueraid]

( the glare of the camera's lens catches in ren's glasses, for that picture. oh no, his shame has been revealed...! he may have been happy to do it regardless but— where's the fun in that?
but as keith switches to video, he pushes his specs back up the bridge of his nose, revealing a clear view of his eyes as he leans in with an impressed... )

Ah...? ( at the spread of goodies. ) It may be wrong to ask the winners to contribute, but seeing all those...

( he doesn't want to be right. )

[promiselisting]

We can probably break with tradition.

[ Nodding sagely. Her stomach adds its own opinion on top of that. It seems to be a positive one. ]

[balancingedge]

[Okay, he has to point this out:] It's not wrong if we really need to get rid of some of them...

[Most of them are soldiers, of which three of them are former cadets. Two of whom actually want to stay in their current physical condition? The scent of freshly baked goods hitting them as they work out in the basement gym has been hell.

You know what. He's talking to Shiro about it later and bringing half of them. Good. Luck.]

[masqueraid]

My stomach and I won't say no, of course.

( gorging after a battle won was something of a tradition, anyway— why not keep a good thing going? )

I think I know someone else that probably wouldn't, either. ( sorry futaba, he's calling your stomach out on that one, complete with ruffling some of that hair of yours, too. )

[promiselisting]

H-hey!

[ omg not the hairruffles! it probably already looks a mess enough as is!! ]

Don't ruin my dignity like that!

[ hypocrite thy name is Futaba Sakura ]

[balancingedge]

[I'm sorry, what was that? Because Keith's been doing his best not to smirk at Futaba's expense.]

Good to know. So, when should we meet up?

[...He may not have smirked, but that certainly is a faint smile.]

[masqueraid]

( ren grins throughout— obviously glad that things seem to be returning back to their new normal. plus seeing futaba forge so many bonds where she can feel comfortable enough to do things like this, well... that was cause for celebration on its own. )

How about next week? We'll need some time to gather supplies, since it sounds like its shaping up to be a feast fit for space heroes.

[promiselisting]

[ This is all very well and good buuuut ]

Iiiiiif we're gonna be able to get out powers back at the Curti Center, I'm gonna be heading there ASAP.

[ Just so we're all clear on that.

Although 'i'm going to the Curti Center ASAP' isn't exactly something she'd've expected herself to be saying anytime soon. Yet. Here they were. ]

[balancingedge]

Considering they started work on it today...

[Better get on that, Futaba.]

Next week sounds good. I'll make sure to bring some of the pastries with us to the Center, too.

[That way with whatever's left, they'll be able to likely discern what'll go better with the curry. ...That and he can dump most of it on the staff, because if they're anything like the engineers at the Garrison, they likely forget to eat unless told to.]

[masqueraid]

Okay. ( he has to chuckle at futaba's enthusiasm— glad that she's feeling excited about it. )

When everyone gets back, then. It's settled.

( and then, maybe an interesting mental image strikes him as he thinks to add— ) I'm not sure we have enough parking for several Lions though, I hope that's not a problem.

( it's a joke. probably. at least that's what his slight grin seems to suggest. it's the first time he's had space heroes over for dinner. )

[balancingedge]

[He blinks for a second, before it dawns on him and he smirks back.]

If they could fly, it would be. Still working on those systems for Black. [He won't mention Yellow; he has no bond with it and maaay be a sensitive subject right now.] Most of them haven't appeared here, yet. So we'll likely take the airships instead.

[He knows it's a joke; don't worry.]