Logan Starbright & Mokujima Chris
Simulator
11/16/2026
Monday - Late Morning
Bam.
Or perhaps...
Clonk.
The sound that erupts in the room as a certain Tamer headbutts a certain Goddess... Yes, it's certainly a sound, the sort of dull thunking noise that seems to blast away all tension in the room, replacing it with something akin to disbelief, after all, in terms of faces that were hittable, this particular Goddess wouldn't score very high at all, not to mention she should have at least been able to avoid it, and yet...
"...Ow."
---Even she seems surprised, so much so that she can only elicit a mild sound of pain at the strike, rubbing at her head again and looking at you in mild confusion...
But this much is understandable.
---This type of person is possible for you to deal with; a strong person that takes everything upon herself, that smiles even when it's not okay, to make other people think that it actually is okay, in other words...
A benevolent liar.
The in-born impulse to take all suffering upon oneself, yes...
That's a flaw.
A powerful flaw, and it's emergence...
Dulls her light a bit.
Enough that you feel like the almost pouting person in front of you really is just a human for a second, but...
"Oh... I was doing it again, huh...?"
...She blinks away the pout, looking more introspective than anything else...
"Okay... You caught me, I feel a little sick, but just a little..."
She blinks.
"Humans sure are stubborn nowadays, huh...?"
And makes that remark, before smiling at you, the movement still a bit shaky:
"But 90 yen? Fancy! I'd appreciate it... Maybe I'm just hungry..."
---She isn't making fun of you with that either, it sounds sincere, painfully sincere, however, before this can go any further...
"..."
Eve -who seems to have been drawing on a piece of paper and surprisingly high quality pencil she had seemingly spawned with magic- presents a drawing to the both of you with an almost childlike hesitance, having done her best to do as Chris wanted her to do, but seemingly unsure about what the results had ultimately been, and...
---It's a drawing that's much like an ink blob in nature, at least at first glance, but... A closer examination reveals it's more like a stenciling, a drawing of many lines, of a figure that now looks to be draped in a cloak of feathers, a white vaguely bird-like mask stretching out from where the head should be...
The figure stands at the other end of what seems like a hallway, making a beckoning gesture with one hand, but...
"...Came out bad... Nothing there..."
In terms of her own art, Eve only has this much to say...?
Meanwhile, with Logan...

Originally Posted by
Logan
“Show your credentials and state your business, Miss Gaumond.”
"Okay!"
---Her body language seems innocent enough at first. Maintaining the aura of a cheerful person full of life, the crimson-haired reporter nevertheless makes quite a show of digging through her backpack for what you can only assume are her credentials... Of course you take the time to see what you can see, and the backpack itself is nothing particularly special (if one discounts the "Stay Safe, Love Fortuna" written on it in some sort of overly dignified handwriting, as well as the many stickers that all seem to say some variation of "Truth Seeker" and "Stay Alert, Stay Aware!") but the fact that she's going for physical proof rather than simply using some sort of holographic display was a bit suspect, even so...
"Was kinda surprised someone answered, its been quiet in there for quite awhile now! Thought I might have been blacklisted or something!"
...She cheerfully keeps chatting away at you.
High-spirited reporter, this one...
"I have a report for Director Namasaki, detailing our current planned operations within SDCD space, I was told to bring it in person as per the usual safety protocols."
...Although she's writing something now...
Which is strange.
...Again, showing you her COMP I.D would be enough to verify if she was legit or not, but...
"Here, I have the envelope right with me!"
She shows it to you.
Large, manila, as generic and old-fashioned as possible... Were it not for the runes at the top clearly binding it shut and probably also protecting it from damage, but more eye-drawing even than that, even under all this rain...
Were the words she had seemingly just drawn on it's surface with some sort of marker, namely...
'There is no one in town.'
Right in the center of the envelope...