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[hopefragment]

hi

i'm hajime hinata. from japan, earth. probably the most significant thing about it is a really prominent high school called hope's peak, known worldwide for cultivating talent, so if you've heard of it, that's something we have in common at least.

that's really not why i'm trying out this posting thing, though. i mean, you've all been thinking about it, right? what we're supposed to do now? nobody's in charge here. there aren't any objectives to clear. there aren't even any rules.

do we just... live here? is that supposed to be enough? are we supposed to solve the mystery of what happened on this station before we can go home, like some kind of stupid murder-mystery dinner?

i guess what i'm trying to get at is... yeah, what i said before. what do we do now? i've had enough of weird processed food and pulling open the walls in search of voices to get nothing but wires and stuff i don't understand.

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[ryuji]

[No, because relaxing never feels nearly as good when there was nothing done to be tired of in the first place. This is an accomplishment! They're going to save the station.

The previous inhabitants of this place must've meant they screwed up by not keeping this place up to code. That was probably what killed them all. Swamp monster aliens that laid their eggs in here.

Okay, he can't do this anymore. He takes a step back from the bucket to stop inhaling the righteous smell of the top layer just piled up in a bucket.]

Gonna assume the drain is down there. Y'know. Beneath that water.

Let's go find some cleaning supplies.