🛸 2 // JOURNAL ENTRY

[mwehehe]

Sender: Futaba Sakura
To: Everyone
Subject: Question


You ever just.

Lock yourself in your room for like a month and forget what time is? I mean, I guess I ate at least, and I didn't just fall asleep for a whole freakin' month like after the Medjed thing but

like

a whole. Month. Least it was fruitful.

Which uh, leads me to my actual question: who has some technology here with 'em? Phones, laptops, things that require a power source cause I think I figured out some dream crystal things, but it might require a more... ambient dream energy. Dunno how THAT is gonna be harnessed yet, but I need to know my many sleepless nights and curryless days weren't for nothing. Testing on my own stuff is fine, but knowing it's not just a fluke is even better.

Comments

[mwehehe]

Here, you should probably know where I live just in case you need some therapeutic memes or something: [just droppin the directions to her treehouse here] And if you're on your way, lemme know! More familiar faces around here is soooo nice, I missed everyone that wasn't already here.

[feale]

Thank you so much! When it comes to therapeutic memes, I wouldn't trust anyone else anyway, so I'm sure this will be very useful!

If it's okay with you, I'll come right away! Did you want anything to eat? I can bring something with me!

[mwehehe]

Currrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy......... my curry-to-blood ratio is way too low for my liking, but if curry isn't feasible, some coffee and a snack from Dreambucks is great for me too!

You're the best, Sumire, I owe you own.

[feale]

Actually, I think I can make that work!

[ She's cooked curry many times before, after all, even when she was under the belief that she was someone else entirely— someone who, for that matter, could never cook that well. It's a recipe in which she's confident. And if it's for Futaba... it has to be the best of the best! ]

It'll just be a little while, okay?

[ A little over two hours, in fact, between sourcing the needed ingredients and taking the time to put everything together. But then she arrives at Futaba's place, a pair of coffees in a holder in one hand and a bowl of curry in a bag hung off her other wrist. She knocks on the door, a bright, warm smile on her face. ]