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[a_good]

What do you count as a victory?

If there was something you were working towards, and you were handed it by chance, would you still consider it a win? What if you had been planning something with others, but you were the only one to reach the goal?

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[queenofseers]

All of you are being fucking morons.

[ Cassandra's sitting in her room- yes, there is a corkboard covered in documents behind her, of course there is- and she looks genuinely frustrated. Not much more than usual, but usually she's calling specific people idiots rather than everyone. ]

You're giving away shit from your world, including your DNA? Despite the fact that reality is warping all fucking around us? Can't any of you think for two minutes? I mean-

[ She picks up some papers on her desk, computer print-outs with copious notations on them, and waves them around. ]

Allow me to read- "imPort clones started showing up; they showed up thanks to the donated DNA but also DNA Heaven Scent's people gathered by stealing cups, hair and such", blah blah blah, oh look, "the clones' true programming was activated. During the first week the clones begun to pretend they were the original imPorts and blacken their reputation through relatively small acts, which eventually escalated to criminal acts on the second week. Using their powers, they created mayhem, to the point of a murder attempt and disruption of a Swear-In." That was less than two years ago! Some of you were actually here for that! I fucking wasn't and I know about this! Kaneki left these notes for you all to read, they're right there.

So could everyone just...hold up for a second before you keep giving your shit away and letting the universe shift all around us? Because that's incredibly disturbing, you realize. Just- entire cities and buildings showing up. That doesn't usually happen. Not to mention clones are, you know, still possible? Thanks. That'd be great.

[ She does not actually sound enthused. ]

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[bookkeeper]

All right so, I’ve got a bit of a problem here and I’m wondering who can help.

[ Nate has to adjust how device and angle it to then show the box. And inside ... kittens. Fluffy little buggers, some white with black or gray tipped ears while others are completely white, all six of them. As soon as they see him crouching next to the box, that's when the chorus of tiny meows begins.

Guess it's time to try and talk over them. ]

Not sure how old these guys are, and I'm not going to tell you where I found them. It's uh, probably best that I don't. Anyway, anyone know where the nearest vet is?

Oh yeah— all but one are up for adoption. After I get them checked out by the vet first, of course.

[ Sorry Elena not sorry. ]