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Nonon Jakuzure's Inbox


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[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk... I didn't say I disliked it or anything.

[shikisha]

Then what do you normally eat?

[ Oh hey look they are there. At a place that literally has a terrible looking neon sign that has three frames of animation of an astronaut eating a hamburger. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

... y'know... just whatever I feel like.

[time to change the subject!]

So, uh... This place is good? Kahk kahk kahk.

[shikisha]

[ Who changes the subject from what kinds of food they like?! ]

Of course it is, or else I would never let Ryuko drag me into a place this stupid looking.

[ Luckily there's no line, and it's a fairly clean place, even if it's all dressed up to look retro futuristic. Nonon doesn't even wait, stepping up to one of the touch screens to put her order in, there's no workers here, just robots. At least up front. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[she'd snicker at that one, sss, sss, sss!]

... Are there any actual... [she almost said "human" but that couldn't always narrow it down] non-robots working here?

[shikisha]

How should I know? I've never seen any. You just order here and then it gives you a number and you pick it up from that window over there.

[ All automated, or at least it looks that way from the front. Who knows what happens in the back. It's better off not knowing though. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

Right... for all we know, the cows are cooking themselves...

[she'd wait with Nonon, then]

[shikisha]

Even if they do it tastes delicious.

[ She shrugs, sitting on a counter a little above the other girl, wait for her number to be buzzed. ]

If you just eat cup ramen you're going to die of vitamin deficiency, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

What are you, my mother? Kahk kahk kahk.

[...wait]

I mean-- I don't just eat cup ramen! Geez, who does that?!

text;

[psycholawgy]

You might be disappointed that Ryuko is in jail right now, but what you did over the network was inexcusable.
And it's Blackquill, Simon Blackquill. I'd appreciate it if you got his name right next time.
Lastly, I hope your hangover isn't as bad as it should be.

[ this is the only text she'll be sending. if nonon responds, athena won't get back to it. ]

text;

[shikisha]

[ There's no response because Nonon will be in jail. ]

[shikisha]

I'm your friend, and part-time employee who doesn't want to have to find you dead in your apartment someday.

[ How nice?? ]

Plenty of shut-ins do! ...Though I guess most shut-in's don't leave their house, where you just don't leave your box.

[cardboard_journalism]

You won't! Unless it's because I was killed by my enemies in an attempt to silence me. In which case, I hope you will find them and publish the truth I uncovered. Sss, sss, sss!

...hey! How many times do I have to say it?! I wear this to protect my identity as an undercover reporter! You wouldn't try to conduct an orchestra without that baton, would'ya? Same deal!

[shikisha]

I'm not cleaning up the dead body, but I suppose I can do that.

[ ...Not that she would ever believe anyone would really go so far as that. ]

Most of the things you cover are things you report on by actually talking to people. And everyone already knows the cardboard girl is you. You stand out TOO much.

And it's not the same deal! I know how to put my baton away when I'm not conducting!

[cardboard_journalism]

Kaaaahk! Of course not! Get a proper autopsy report!

[she'd just twirl her pen, pridefully]

Sss, sss, sss! Maybe that's what I want them to think!

[shikisha]

From CERES? They will probably just cover it up. You're too dangerous to them alive.

[ She's kidding. Probably? ]

You make zero sense, you know that?

[cardboard_journalism]

Ha! I wish! Maybe someday...

[she could dream...]

What're ya talking about? I'm perfectly normal!

[shikisha]

That's a weird thing to dream about.

[ As if everything about her isn't weird!! ]

Wrong. There's ten thousands way I could prove it otherwise.

[ And now her number is being called out in a robotic tone, and she goes to grab her salad, looking back at the other girl. Can we eat here or is this too public for your highness? ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[She'd look back expectantly. Nonon should already know the answer to that.]

Well, where to now? Sss, sss.

[shikisha]

I don't know. I have my food and I happen to not be crazy enough to need to be somewhere special just to eat.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk. You said we were getting take-out! That assumes... you know, you're taking it out to eat somewhere else!

[shikisha]

You're the one who can't eat around people. I can eat anywhere.

[ There's probably a couple of people here in the restaurant though. ]

[cardboard_journalism]

[wait... did Nonon not order for Scuttlebutt too? Then... she probably put her own order in]

So, what, you want me to sit here and stare at you?

[shikisha]

[ Of course not! She's not her mom!! But she would have made sure Myriam ordered something at least. ]

...Have you never eaten with another person, like a normal human?

[cardboard_journalism]

S-sure I have, just NOT IN PUBLIC!

You want me to reveal my identity to everyone? No thanks!