//SCENARIOS.EXE
PROMPT I [ 00 00 ]
COSPLAY IS MAGIC
The convention center is crowded, and many of the congoers are most definitely getting into this. They seem to think you are, too—even if you're not in cosplay, they sure are under the impression that you are (you know, as yourself)! Don't be surprised if you get stopped for pictures by overly enthusiastic colony natives.
...also don't be surprised if strangers dressed as people you know from home jump in on these pictures. They're all too willing and eager to talk about how hard they worked on their costumes, and how excited to see other fans they are. Heck, some of them might even be cosplaying you! Hopefully you don't get a highlander waxing poetic about how they would have chosen a better wig to suit your hairstyle than what you have or that your scar is on the wrong eye or how that material you chose for your vest is kind of tacky.
Also, don't correct them about any facts they have wrong about you (or your world), if they start talking to you about it. Some will be very insistent they know what they are doing as a dedicated fan and cosplayer. (maybe you just didn't study your reference book hard enough before arriving like they did.)
It's a fierce world out there of competitiveness. (some cosplayers will have done excellent jobs, and of course, others will not so great. it's up you and whoever you tag with on the types you'll meet! if you end up in the bathrooms at any point, you will find them crowded with cosplayers trying to fix wardrobe malfunctions and stalls being used as dressing rooms. Hopefully you can wait.)
PROMPT II [ 0000 ]
HOW MUCH FOR THAT FRENCH FRY, AGAIN?
It's shaping up that there are long, loooong lines for the various panels and activities, so you'll want to get in line early if you want to be sure you get a good spot! The topics of the panels span a range of just about anything under the sun, from origami lessons to voice-acting discussions to cosplay makeup tips to the wonderful world of slash fiction. There is one panel that doesn't have much of a wait to get in—and that will be basically a rehash of the introductory powerpoint sequence, but they added some sort of flashing effects that could probably give someone a seizure. If nothing else, you'll be rewarded for your mistake of staying in that room for even ten seconds with a headache and a bit of nausea that'll require you to get a bottle of water and/or food from a vendor to make it go away. (Food from outside won't help, and the character will have nausea for the entire day of the con unless they remedy it with some over-priced convention food!).
If you get hungry while waiting in line, you'll want to send someone out on a food run. Be sure to only buy from approved CERESCON vendors! Some of the restaurants from the city have set up booths (maybe your character is working at one!), but the prices are high and the portions are tiny. Don't even think about trying to smuggle in food from the outside, either. If you leave the con to save yourself some money for lunch, make sure to finish it first as bringing it back to the con will have the special security force come up to you once at the door (and stopped by a con-volunteer about the food), take it out of your hands and—
—throw it on the ground in front of you both. Maybe jump on it for good measure, while they are at it. The volunteer that had stopped you in the first place will now cheerily point you in the direction of various food stands scattered throughout the convention center. You know, as if nothing just happened there with your smuggled goods being found. You can expect jacked prices from the aggravating that you begrudgingly pay to the outlandish.
PROMPT III [ 0000 ] HAMSTER STYLE
All throughout the day, a large hall with a sturdy wooden floor will be hosting a wide variety of video games. There are your usual arcade games, some console games set up on floating flatscreen televisions, and five dance game consoles (strangely similar to DanceDance Revolution and ParaPara Paradise, for those who know of them from home)— show them your moves and try to be as awesome as this guy. (Games can be a parody of just about any video games out there, so use your imagination. You can even have a special booth that's trying to promote a game like Sword Hell Touken Ranbu mania that you're either into yourselves or are victim to via plurk timelines. Or, you can have visual novels to play as they try to promote those. Anything goes, even if you probably wouldn't normally find it at a convention to play.)
If your character is from a video game, even with the game being played at the con as a parody, they can find little freebie trinkets that may have them as the character on it promoting the gameplay!)
When the sun goes down, that's when the party really starts. The CERESCON Rave takes place in another area—an unimaginably big ballroom on the second floor of the convention in its West Wing. Once 9:00PM hits, even if you are doing other con activities, volunteers will start coaxing you towards the direction of the rave. The longer you resist, the more insistent they will get. Although they will eventually drag your sorry butt there, you'll be able to leave around fifteen minutes after the rave starts and go back to what you were doing. If you somehow managed not to get dragged to the rave, the efficient cleaner robots will assume you are con equipment needing to be put away and lock you in a storage closet. Maybe if you scream really loud for help, someone will eventually notice and be able to open it so you can get yourself out of the dark.
As for the ballroom itself, the large space will be transformed in a fancy display (transformer style!! they obviously must have observed mecha transformations for it in particular because it's pretty much a ripoff) into a dance floor with blacklights, colored strobe lights before the doors close and everything goes black. At the back of the room, a large theater style video will play. At around 0:35 seconds in the video, all the lights will come back on for partying. And the end of the video will have the car come busting through the screen like its paper and the hamsters will get out and guess what!@! They're your DJs for the evening. They like it when you dance with them, so make sure to at least pretend for one song. Also, upon entering you'll have been given glowsticks of all kinds, so let loose and have a blast. (If your character so desired, they could have activated the glowsticks at any time. Note that there will be npc natives in addition to player characters at the rave!).
—and, hey, wallfowers!! Why aren't you dancing?? What did you get told about fun when you entered this convention?!
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CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE UNDER THIS COAT.
A dealer's room! That should be harmless. Lets start with how incredibly huge it is and that they have some awesome music and live entertainment while you shop(?!)
There are all sorts of thing available to buy here—everything from knockoff comics and DVDs to keychains and plushies to somewhat more reasonably priced packaged snacks to cat ears that wriggle in accordance with your brainwaves. What a great use of science, right? All of the vendors are so excited to be here, and even more excited to have you looking at their wares! But mostly they're excited for your money.
They've employed the same kind of helpful robots that had kept people in line back at badge pick-up to usher people over to their stands, and if anyone uses excuses "It's too expensive" or "I don't have enough money," when declining interest in buying something, never fear. The robot-merchants will be more than glad to strongarm another shopper into joining you and will then proceed to repeat, "SHARING IS CARING, SO SPLIT THE BILL, CHINSWAD!" over and over again until you buy something... even if you don't actually know whoever they brought over.
The far side of the room is devoted to stalls where artists are hawking their wares. If you think you see some familiar faces mixed in with the unfamiliar ones in the artwork, that's because you do—some of the natives have taken to illustrating pictures and doujinshi featuring none other than you along with your friends from home, your cross-canon CR, or even just people you haven't met yet that they think you would look cute with. These works range from fluffy to disturbingly explicit, though underage characters won't find themselves featured in anything questionable (nor will they be able to look at the material). In fact, the dealers will seem to know when the udnerage are approaching, and will hide the explicit works from view before they can even see them, including taking goods you or another may currently be looking at.
Make sure you buy something before exiting! Getting to the exit without at least one purchase will have you stopped by the volunteers at the exit making sure people are exiting without killing each other. What do you mean you didn't buy something? Get back in there, because they aren't going to let you out until you do.
In fact, if you try to exit without any merchandise, you'll be expected to get two. Please and thank you for demonstrating your enthusiasm to having fun this CERESCON. (If a character buys something for another character and gives it to them, it counts as purchasing an item. volunteers just conveniently know and so does Panda-san. )
Now get out and don't come back unless you're planning to buy something the next time you're here. Have a nice day.
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YOU WANT TO HIT MY WHAT?
And, of course, CERES has latched onto one of the more trying convention traditions. We aren't talking about shouts of "YOU JUST LOST THE GAME" or "BUTTSCRATCHER", or anything else that has been a thing shouted pointlessly.
We are talking about good ol' paddles.
Yaoi paddles. Yuri paddles. And many other varieties between and outside thereof the aformentioned, too. Natives have purchased them, and are extremely enthusiastic to have heard of the ways of other worlds using these items at conventions. Don't you worry, no matter who you are, they're coming for you, and probably when you least expect it.
Since it will happen multiple times throughout the convention regardless if you've already been graced by any, characters may start to realize that background noise (is this chase music?!) will be heard to alert you of paddler presence. Unfortunately, if you can hear the music, it means you are already in their sights and locked-on for targeting. You better run before they hit you, because if they do, you'll be incurring the effect of the paddle and have some terribly strong sexual desires to act on them (so if you're hit with an uke paddle, you'll end up feeling pretty hot and bothered quite soon along with the desire to be particularly submissive with your partner).
Obviously, the paddlers will try to lead you back (as you're pretty much going to end up in some sort of semi-stunned state for the first few minutes before it isn't numb anymore and the paddle effects set on) to find the right match for you! Because, really, what these natives to seem to be really doing is trying to get some real-life doujinshi scene actions from you guys. Give your loyal fans some fanservice and make them scream.
(You didn't really think they'd hit you with a paddle without an ulterior motive, did you...)
The effects will wear off in about a half-hour or until you do at least some form of physical contact. Kissing and above will be enough to get rid of the effects, although the more explicit the intimacy is, the longer period of time before more paddlers start looking for your cute butt, again.
If running isn't your thing, you finally seem to have some options to you. You can get a paddle of your own from a stall in the dealer's room. Other paddle wielders will leave you alone while you have it, as long as you're actively chasing others down! Happy hunting. These paddles can be anything from a normal paddle that induces no effect at all except the "innocent" slapping of someone's ass with said paddle or you can get your game on and take out your feelings of humiliation on other congoers. Or use it to your advantage if you got a crush or well, when you think about the possibilities are endless. Also, if you snap a paddle on someone, the native paddlers will console you for your loss and conveniently have another one to offer you.
If you try to hit natives possessing paddles of their own, they all seem to really like it and think that means you want to play with them. It won't end in your favor. Trust us.
Cerealians really can't understand why these things have mostly been banned in other worlds. This might be the most glorious part of the weekend to them.
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Get this Party Started
Kongou | Kantai Collection | OTA
Ehhh?! How did you manage to get in without that... uhm, peace-bonding, was it?
[Kongou is a free spirit. And by that, she basically got spirited away to Cerealia, looked around, and shrugged before just waltzing into CERESCON. Look, adaptability is a valuable trait to have. Powerpoint slides and talks about data extraction and so on literally just flew over her head. Where's Kirishima when you need her?
Unfortunately, she also arrived while she was just on a sortie. Which means that there are hulking pieces of artillery strapped onto her waist. All the barrels and ammo are tied up and kept from firing, of course. ...Though, if Kongou gets too worked up, maybe she might just accidentally--
Look, she can't take the weapons off, either. What if they get stolen???]
Buckyyyy--! ...Eh? [After saying her second 'Eh' of the day, Kongou is greeted to the sight of a Fubuki cosplayer. The girl in question, a cute little Plain Jane protagonist, is currently standing taller than Kongou with hulking muscles and a beard.
...Ah... (well, technically speaking, this guy's cosplay is actually A+.) While the cosplayer tries to compliment Kongou on the excellent work she did on her props, Kongou's mouth falls into an unceremonious 'o' shape.]
Bucky?! W-what happened to you?! Did you... did you hit puberty?!
[what the fuck, kongou, do you even know what puberty is. do fleet girls even hit puberty. real questions.]
ii; no, not the french fries...!
Wow! This is not so bad, actually!
[Kongou is worryingly resistant to the flashing powerpoint. Maybe it's because she's a warship? Who knows. But, in the end, no amount of make-up discussion and comparing outfits with 'fans of her series' will help. Sure, it's fun to know that the public seem to appreciate the work fleet girls like herself put into defending the seas, but holy fuck the lights she's going to puke.]
Uuugh... maybe I'll go get something... oh! Fish and chips, of course!
[Her stomach is a strong force of nature, and she forces the feeling of nausea to calm. Kongou manages to leave the convention for a moment, just to grab that amazing dish of fish and chips she saw on the street some time ago. It is pretty damn good-- and it smells pretty damn good, too.]
Mm-mm! [Kongou takes one bite, before she's stopped by the security at the entrance.] ...Hm? What is it?
[And suddenly, her one true love (other than the admiral) is cruelly wrenched from her hands, before being tossed to the floor. If this was a movie, the action would be in slow-mo. It's dramatic. It's a tragedy. No, it's an artform, in how her fish is unceremoniously splattered all over the floor as the guard jumps onto it, smashing the delicious meal into a mess.]
Huh?! Why did you do that?! [Suddenly, her nausea hits her full-force, with how she no longer has the great smell of fish and chips to distract herself. Falling to her knees, she tries desperately to grasp for the smashed box of fish and chips-- no, you want to eat at the food stands, they cheerfully say. But Kongou knows what she wants. It's not fucking this.]
I... wah... waaah!
[And thus, Kongou, the first Kai Ni under the admiral and the former flagship of the Second Fleet, bursts into tears right in front of the con entrance. Weaponry and all still strapped onto her waist.
Someone please console her before she gets kicked away...]
iii; GET WRECKED
All cannons, fire!
[Don't worry, Kongou isn't referring to the bulking piece of metal she's hauling around. She isn't exactly the best at computer games, being a fleet girl and having to fight a naval war and all, but damn, someone made a warship game, how can she not get into it. An alpha release of a game is finally out, to be tried for the first time at CERESCON!]
Burning... looove!
[She's actually pretty good. She plays as... the warship Kongou, of course, decimating the enemy ranks. Unfortunately, even the actual warship herself has to lose some games.] --Eh?! Torpedoes?! Evasive maneuvers--!
[She narrates her gameplay experience, very loudly. Even if you didn't ask for it, you know exactly what's going on in her game.] Kuma! Dive bombers, right above! USS Cleveland-- eh, who are you? Well, nevermind, incoming Nagato shells! Wait, Nagato?! [And you know exactly when she gets hit, as she yells loudly at the computer--]
Aaaah! Admiraaaaal!
[Okay, maybe she's getting a bit too into this.]
anything else; ???
[OOC: Please do not tag me with the bonus prompt!]
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[ First of all he was completely bamboozled by this, considering he just arrived from a full blown power-point on how his world is destroyed and that he's one of the survivors. And then he's put within a convention where a lot of people are dressed in costumes he never even knew about.
AAAAND then there's this crying girl here, who just got her food knocked down by the panda.
Um.
UM okay let's. go through this one at a time. ]
That's mean of you, you could've just told her nicely!
[ Now he's yelling at the panda. ]
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...Which means that Kongou, in her blubbering mess, suddenly hugs Yuma's leg. To support herself, you must understand.] The... sniff... fish and chips! It smelled so good... like Mamiya's cooking...
[The panda turns to face the both of them, before pointing at the food stands again. Maybe it's losing patience. Who can tell?]
Uuu... uuuuu... [She tries to reach for the smash box again, but it steps on her hand.] Aaah!
[Don't worry, her skin is titanium, it doesn't hurt that much.]
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...Aaand that's it. He's definitely pissed now. ]
Oi! You didn't need to do that, damn it!
[ HE'S GONNA TRY AND. PUSH HIM AWAY FROM THE GIRL THAT HE'S STEPPING ON.
who happens to be clinging onto him.
christ. ]
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Let my right hand gooo!
[--The moment Yuma tries to push off the panda, Kongou flicks her arm. Since she's
too stronka warship, that means the panda goes flying. That's right, it goes right into the air, slamming into the window of the convention hall.Since Yuma was the one who pushed the panda, though, it looks like he did it.
Uh.]
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Um. What just happened?
[ And are they in trouble? They definitely are, huh. ]
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i!
[Honestly, even despite her reaction, Shinji can't really tell if Kongou is a cosplayer, too... But even though he'd prefer to just— go through all of this completely unnoticed, he can't help but speak up at her surprise.
(To be fair, despite how plain he looks, he's not doing a very good job at blending in, anyway. In fact, he's probably gotten more attention today in just a few hours than he ever has in his life. He doesn't understand it.)]
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Here! You're supposed to be this short, Bucky! [Oh, she's using Shinji as a gauge. The Fubuki cosplayer says something like hey, I can't force myself to become shorter, while Kongou gets more agitated.]
They said they extracted our data or something, right? Maybe they got mixed up! [She shakes Shinji-- why is she shaking Shinji.] Here, go and swap heights with his boy, he needs it!
[WOW???]
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On the plus (???) side, Shinji's pretty used to pushy girls, so he kind of just accepts his fate of being dragged and shaken about. He does make a face at her swapping heights comment, though, because wow. Wow.]
I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that. And anyway, I'm exactly the height I'm supposed to be.
[.......he thinks? Now that he thinks about it, it's not like he checked, but... but no, that's not the point!!]
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Are you sure? I mean, I haven't actually seen many men in my life before, but you're supposed to be taller, right? [Kongou hums, thinking on it.] Or maybe you just haven't hit puberty...
[Oh my god???]
Maybe you can go check it out, yes?
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This is suddenly really embarrassing, now that she's aiming the puberty comments in his direction. His cheeks are turning red against his will...]
Ch-check what out? Do you even know what puberty is?
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She doesn't play video games though. Not at all. She lives in the real world, not a virtual one. So when she's watching this... loud, strange girl playing she can only shake her head dismissively. ]
Calm down there, it's just a video game.
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But anyway. She is indeed not a Teitoku, with the shadowy presence and convenient reasons to never be seen on screen ever.]
A video game? It's more than just a game! [It's a test of her skill. It's a reflection of how she'd fare in real life. Or... something. Yeah, it's seriously just a game, she's just getting too into it.] ...Oh, no! Torpedoes! Torpedoes, again, I--
[She gets hit down heavy damage.] Shit! [Her clothes don't actually come flying off fanservice-style, no, but her hair gets noticeably frazzled. Is she so into this that her hair is taking cues to get messy!?]
Hurry, grab the next computer! Choose the Kitakami-class and torpedo the enemy carrier camping at the top-right island!
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No, I'm pretty sure you're just playing some embarrassing game for otakus with no life who would rather pretend to date animated girls than actually go out and talk to someone in the real world.
[ Oops. Sorry. She just doesn't get video games at all, and is 100% a judgemental type of person. ]
...Are you kidding? Why would I do that? I don't know anything you just said.
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That also means Nonon has no excuse. Kongou leans on her chair to reach out with her hand and try hauling Nonon onto the seat next to her.]
It's easy! Kitakami is a fast torpedo cruiser, so you just need to fire some torpedoes from either side! But she's got short range, so go in close and fire!
[PLEASE, NONON, THEY'RE LOSING THIS MATCH AND KONGOU'S TAKEN TWO HITS TO THE CITADEL HER STARBOARD IS LISTING OH GOD]
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Alas, there's a personification of a sword standing just beside Kongou, dissatisfaction clear from his face. He wants to get away from this place as soon as fucking possible and he's not appreciating the hurdle here. ]
You're in the way. Move.
[ Fuck you and your dream, Kongou. Your tears are delicious. ]
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In any case, Kongou actually takes a break from her sniffling, to... look up at the person who just told her to move? Like, bitch please, she's trying to get her fucking fish and chips back? The fish and chips is her son??? She needs it?????]
Hold on! Just-- hrrrgh, just give me the remains, I won't eat insiiide--!
[Yeah, this is going nowhere. The panda stares down impassively as Kongou tries tugging the ruined food away. IT'S STILL FOOD, AND RESUPPLYING IS IMPORTANT. If she uses her full strength, the panda will probably go flying, so...]
i!
but she's so alarmed, and the cosplayer is becoming alarmed, and haru has the power in his hands to resolve this (maybe). and wasn't there a quote about great power and great responsibility, etc?
he heaves a sigh, then crosses toward them, offering them both a polite bow before rising. ]
That's not your friend. [ .. oh. that was.. a little blunt. he gives the cosplayer a brief, apologetic glance, then turns back to the girl. ] Ah, sorry, but.. you just got here, right? [ he's already mildly regretting this. he has a feeling it's going to become a headache. ]
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Huh? But, Bucky...! [Okay, yeah, maybe the idea that Fubuki was turned into a burly, muscular man is kind of out there.] Then, why are they dressed like her? Is this a Japanese festival tradition?
[uh
well
technically--]
That's right, I just got here. There was a powerpoint slide, but I couldn't really understand anything.
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whatever she is, she certainly doesn't feel like a human, which.. honestly, he was sort of expecting, given what she's wearing and her alarm about something that (while embarrassing), shouldn't really be that big of a deal. (he's already done his own freak-out at seeing people cosplaying as his swords.)
he blinks, pale eyes a little scandalized for a moment as he glances after the 'bucky' who'd taken off. ]
Ah.. well.. you could say that? It's sort of bizarre, but they seem to be fans of you and your.. friend. [ friends? he turns back to her, blinking mildly. ] You're um.. you're not on earth anymore. Time-travel and some other things were probably involved.
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Kongou tilts her head. Then, her eyes widen, as if she seems to get it.] Oooh, alright! They must be appreciating the efforts of the fleet girls, then!
[She says 'fleet girls' in English, but it was probably translated via Universal Translator. Who knows. She continues smiling for a moment, and then Haru says 'time-travel'.]
...Huh?
[And that's when her expression drops.]
Hey, I need to go back! The admiral must be waiting for me! And the rest of Mobile Unit Five, too! [And since Haru voluntarily decided to help her--] How do I get back?
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iii!
But after she's finished yelling about/at/to/IT'S A MYSTERY her nonexistent admiral, Kaoru will pipe up somewhat cautiously.]
If you're distressed, perhaps you should take a break...?
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But anyway.] Maybe... oh, no! I can't! I have to defend my pride as the nameship of the Kongou-class!
[There's honestly no way for outsiders to tell she's literally the nameship, tbh. She's so into this video game.] Fire! Fire! Fiiire-- [And she clicks with such force, that coupled with her natural strength as a fleet girl, she... breaks off the left mouse button on her mouse.
As in, it goes flying off, probably at Kaoru's direction.]
Oops--!
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And then oops, that sure is some broken equipment sailing on over. While a flying button would be easy enough for some to dodge, it seems this totally useless pretty princess just doesn't have the skill necessary to do that. A tragedy...! The button zooms in to destroy its target, leaving a red mark behind as it clatters from Kaoru's forehead to the ground.]
Ah... [At least it's just a piece of plastic, so it wasn't painful... Beyond a little startled jump and raising one hand to gently touch the area (gotta check for cuts!), Kaoru seems largely unbothered.]
...You may wish to leave before the staff discover that you've broken one of their games, miss.
[Focusing on the important things.]
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Without a left mouse button, Kongou is left helpless pressing at the circuits, no longer capable of firing onto her targets.]
Why did this have to happen now? [Kongou turns around for a moment, to see Kaoru touching his face. Oops, did it hit him?] You okay? Problem nothing?
[What A+ grammar... it's probably because Kongou says that in English, not Japanese. She kicks her seat, rolling away as its wheels turn, in order to grab the broken plastic piece.] I've got experience with broken mechanics! I can definitely fix this!
[Which basically means she just jams the plastic back in place, and sees whether the circuits can register her clicking.
It does, but there's live wire exposed now, and it's kind of crackling... dangerously...?!]
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