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[waitingforplayer2]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CHIAKI NANAMI.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE XXX.XXX.XXX.XXX

*** galagamer has joined XXX.XXX.XXX.XXX
<galagamer> This is Chiaki Nanami.
<galagamer> I'll get back to you as soon as I can!

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[waitingforplayer2]

I don't think they'll mind. They're pretty friendly, and we're all monsters.

[ "Pretty friendly" is a bit of an understatement, really. To Nanami, this house is starting to feel like home; and its inhabitants are starting to feel like family.

Trish herself kind of does, too.

Nanami flips on the television, and then reaches for her console, discarded where she left it when Trish first arrived. Scooches over next to Trish so Trish can have a turn if she wants, or just look over her shoulder. ]

Did I show you Gala Omega before?... [ That day when Nanami first turned into a tree, they'd gone to the arcade - but Nanami's home collection isn't something she's had time to show her friend. ]

[figlia_morbida]

[Trish accepts Nanami's assessment, although she doesn't entirely believe it. There's no way anyone can anticipate just how fucking big a werebear is, and she's sure someone will be surprised. Maybe not everyone, but someone.

But if Nanami is resting comfortably with her...yeah, okay, no, all possible intimidation is gone. This is her reminder that she is – if not an ominous presence when puttering around as an unknown entity – an otherwise cuddly bear. Ptooie.

Trish glances down when the nymph is shoulder to shoulder with her, first at the top of Nanami's head, then to the console in her hands. She squints at the screen and the name, but neither of them conjure any strong memory. She did like the dancing game, so she remembers that, but "Gala Omega" sounds like a different genre entirely.]

No, I don't think you have. I'm going to assume the "gala" in the title isn't referring to a fancy party.

[No dresses or mingling, alas.

Almost certainly explosions though. Video games seem to love blowing stuff the fuck up if they aren't plastering numbers on the screen and shouting about how well or poorly you're doing.]

[waitingforplayer2]

No no - Gala Omega is the name of the ship!

[ And she'll turn the console towards Trish, explaining how the game works and how she follows the patterns - getting a perfect score every round.

She explains, too, how she's played it thru hundreds of times, sometimes many times in a row, and it's the best game she knows - basically, Trish gets the entire hyperfocus infodump.

After all, it's Nanami's favorite game, enough that no matter what form she's in, she still wears the ship as a hairpin - her friend deserves to know every detail! ]

wraps this <33

[figlia_morbida]

I see. I'll have to remember that.

[Gala Omega.

It's important to Nanami, and even if Trish will feel the explanation of the game's mechanics slip away – not unlike fine sand between her fingers – what remains is Nanami's pure, exuberant love for the game itself.

And that?

That's something she can understand.

It's nice to listen to her friend's excitement. It's nice to see Nanami's hand go through delighted, practiced motions. It's nice to sit here and share in Nanami's experience, and feel the nearly-nymph list and sway in her spot and confirm with every movement that she's here, and still the same as she always is.

If she weren't stubborn, and if it weren't Nanami...she could drift away to a comfortable sleep from the calm atmosphere, frankly. Lord knows she doesn't get enough sleep.

But for Nanami, she'll stay awake.

For Nanami, she'll listen the whole night to anything and everything the other girl wants to talk about.

If it makes her happy, it's worth it. If it helps her, it's worth it.]