[network] @ADMIN; Notice [DAY 097]

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Surveillance encountered an error shortly after 8PM last night and was out of order until shortly after 6AM. We apologize for any inconvenience.

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[meteorrains]

[Hey, he can stop shoveling food into his face long enough to speak to her. He's got manners, okay?

True, there were far worse things that could have happened. Being separated seemed like more of an inconvenience than an actual danger.]

If you asked nicely. [Okay, so he may or may not already have some wrapped and put away for you.]

[powersouls]

[She is always nice, Cloud! She'll play along, though, making a face.]

Please?

[meteorrains]

[There's a soft sound, something very like a laugh that plays in the background as he pans the camera, showing a very carefully wrapped package that's currently laying on top of his pack.]

Want anything else?

[powersouls]

[This is why he's her best friend. The food. Not the making her feel better thing, although hearing him laugh is definitely making her feel better.]

What else is there?

[meteorrains]

[Naturally. Him being a giant dork is just a really nice bonus.]

There's strawberries.

[Someone knows her weakness.]

[powersouls]

Oh!

[Definitely her weakness if the way her eyes light up is any indication.]

It'll probably take me four or five days to get down to you. Do you think they'll be okay?

[They certainly won't be fresh, but hey, frozen strawberries are better than none at all.]

[meteorrains]

It's worth a try.

[He can always scoop up some snow in a container and try and preserve them for her. See what good friend he is? The best, really.]

You gonna be okay until then?

[powersouls]

I'll be alright. Don't worry, okay? Nathan is nearby, so I'm going to meet up with him.

[Is it less worrying that she won't be alone or more worrying that she might strangle Nathan in the next few days? Who knows!]

[meteorrains]

Careful. Don't need a posse coming after you next.

[Do you want to be held captive in a closet, Tifa? Do you really?]

[powersouls]

He just talks a lot. Anyway, he apologized to me, remember? We're okay.

[And she's pretty sure he'd cry if she even tapped him with a fist. So.]

[meteorrains]

[I don't know man, Tifa's fist is pretty scary. He'd definitely duck if he saw one coming his way.]

Think you could warn me if that changes?

[So he can, you know, get to you before the posse does?]

[powersouls]

[Cloud, are you being a worrywart?]

I'll keep you updated, I promise. You'll let me know how you're doing too, right?

[meteorrains]

[You must finally be rubbing off on him.]

Count on it.

[powersouls]

[Her secret plan is working!]

Stay safe, okay? Do you want me to check in after lockdown?

[meteorrains]

[Well, it was secret.]

I'd like that.

[It's not like he's going to be doing much sleeping anyway.]