unknownseas | hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here

hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here

[ ...All of that happened, huh. That's the sentiment each and every week, and it's no different this time. Except, this time they've lost more people than before. Five.

The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]

[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.

But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.

And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)

This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]

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Maybe. I think it'd be nice to get out more, even if... I'm not sure how much I can before lights out.

Why's that? ...Surveillance?

Yup. They're not very exciting, but I do have to turn in reports.

...Oh. Ew. Homework.

[ that's rough buddy ]

Yup. They don't exactly have to be too detailed, but even my position isn't immune to paperwork.

...Don't suppose you could tell me what kinda stuff you write about, or is that...classified?

[ She exaggerates the word, with--...a Swedish accent? Yeah. ]

[ Holy shit. She snorts. ]

Eh, it's mostly just tracking movements and patterns. I know a lot about your bedtimes and when you eat meals? I think it might just be busywork to keep me focused on my job.