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[Alright... Now Kenjirou is drunk.]

Doesn't really matter where we are, does it?

[Whatever alcohol Kenjirou had kept throughout his time in Exsilium and accumulated during missions has been officially depleted. It's been a rough couple of months, and they're only getting rougher. Still, there was one constant that allowed him to keep going. Now that she's gone, it really has become too much to bear. Honestly, a dark part of him wishes she hadn't come in the first place so he wouldn't have to deal with what seems (and Kenjirou fully expects to be) the death of a family member for the third time. His judgment has been a little compromised by the stress, so clearly, the only rational course of action is to make an ass out of himself on the network.]

's not like the scenery down there was breathtaking, either. And even if we get enough supplies to make it through, even if... [give him a second] ...Even if we return things to the way they were, what's the endgame? Don't really care about whatever war this is part of. Nothing but trouble...

I... ugh.

Class is... cancelled. Indefinet--... Indifi--... Forever.

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[If there's one thing Hitsugaya recognizes easily, it's a drunk person.]

Go sleep off the liquor.

'm not drunk. Isn't bedtime... I think you should...

[Damn. He had something good there.]

You go to sleep.

You are. And it is for you, if you've drunk that much.

No, I...

[Okay. Collect your thoughts, Kenjirou. Try not to think about the embarrassment from a second ago. Definitely try not to think about how you had the worst thing that can happen to anyone happen to you today.]

[...Nope. There it is. Aaand there's the bitter mix of anger and desperation.]

Bedtime's for kids. Take your own advice.

I'm not a child. [The only reason he doesn't sound annoyed when he says this is because that kind of annoyance is wasted on drunks.]

All you're going to wind up doing is making an ass of yourself.

That's basically what I do everyday.

[...Well, time to close up shop, because that's as self-aware as Kenjirou's going to get in his entire life. He didn't get to that conclusion through actual introspection, but still.]

What does it matter to you, anyways...?

you idiot what the hell are you doing drinking right now? don't post something like this in public!

Right now?

[...Surprisingly decent grammar and spelling. Typing comes naturally to Kenjirou.]

Not everything is about being stuck on the moon. Some of us have other problems.

yeah i know because ayano is gone, right? so you think being like this is going to help anyone? what would mom say?

['What do you know...']

[Kenjirou waits for a second, then deletes what he's written. At first, he thought he was speaking to one of the Kisaragis, but that last comment...]

Who is this?

Edited 2013-10-13 03:23 (UTC)

it's Tsubomi.

[...That's a terrible joke. Kenjirou just lost his daughter a few hours ago, but now his other daughter is here? It seems unbelievable. Then again, there's not a single person in Exsilium who would have the information necessary to say that. Is he imagining this? If there was a way for him to cope with the pain, it would be by inventing something like this.]

How am I supposed to believe something like that?

[It's a genuine question. Kenjirou's experiences, both home and right here, have made everything look like a fleeting dream. There's a certain irony to be found in being rendered unable to truly feel rested by the accident from years ago, but being scared that he'll lose everything again the next time he wakes up.]

like this.

[Kido hesitates, taking a breath so she won't look upset before flipping the video on. She sits back against a wall with her hood up but it'd be hard to mistake her for anyone else. Then again she knows she hasn't done the greatest job at keeping in touch (on purpose, of course, but doing it right now would just be stupid).

Muttered:] How many people would use 'Tsubomi' anyway?

Tsubomi... You're... Ts-tsubomi...

[Even in his daze, Kenjirou's still Kenjirou, and so, is pretty much physically incapable of not worrying for his family. It's a different case from the one with Ayano and Ayaka, though. Having a family member pass away is devastating, but to know they're still out there, and being unable to help them and try to keep what's left of your family safe... well, it's a lot more of a long-term concern.]

Are you okay? Kousuke and Shuuya... have all of you been keeping safe? How long has it been for you since everything that happened?

[A little discomposed, perhaps, but Kido's getting almost three years of unceasing fretting expressed in a rapid-fire series of questions, and Kenjirou's current lack of tact isn't helping. To be fair, she did get Kenjirou to regret not being sober right now. This isn't exactly how he hoped this reunion would go, but he's not complaining.]

[Kido shifts uncomfortably. Well, what did she expect? She can't quite look at the camera, keeping her hands in her pockets.]

Two years back home but if you count here, too, it's getting close to three. We're fine. [Well. 'Fine' is relative. She's not about to tell him she died, for example, or how hurt she's gotten herself on missions, especially when he's already not doing well.] ...At home, Seto has a few jobs and Kano is lazy as ever. I take care of them.

[After a pause.] We're fine here, too.

Counting here... Do you mean you've been here a whole year? All of you!?

[Kenjirou isn't so worried about the fact that they hadn't seen each other for so long (he's fully willing to believe it was by mere chance), but to have most of his children in such a dangerous place for a year is less acceptable.]

[Kenjirou momentarily leaves the screen to grab his stuff, his voice still quite audible. It is, however, accompanied by a crash.]

I... I need to come over. Where...?

[He's okay. Don't worry.]

[She groans and ducks her head. Actually, it's a lot more complicated than she wants to admit. Of course she wants to see him; he's her dad. He was a wonderful dad. But the years after their mom died were hard and Kido knows she was probably the most unfair about it.]

Dad, hold on. Don't- ah... [Kido runs her hands over her face.] ...Why don't I meet you halfway? The observatory or your room, pick.

[She grabs her bag and checks to make sure there's a water bottle left to give him.]

I'll... I can make it to the observatory. I'll see you there.

[Still off-screen. Kenjirou didn't want to see any of his roommates before this happened, so leaving his room suits him just fine. He's dazed, certainly, but he's also very, very determined to see this through.]

[As Kenjirou grabs the essentials, he deposits the tablet in his coat. His more valuable possession, a pair of hair clips, goes into the middle of his shirt. Kenjirou gives a soft smile as he comes to the conclusion that, while he wasn't looking, Ayano must have met her siblings one more time.]

[He leaves the room.]

[It's a bad idea. It's a really bad idea to respond, but Kano is already typing a reply, face carefully blank in case Kido, who was in the same room, looked over.]

Dad's had almost a year to figure that out.

[It's not fair for him to act this way when they've cut off almost all contact with him for the past few years. If anything, it's a question Kenjirou should be asking them. Forget the fact that they've never contacted him outright until now. He was the parent here. Even in a situation like this, couldn't he have looked a little harder?

Knowing him, though, he'd probably been absorbed in his work. As it always had been after Mom's death.]

[Kenjirou has just set out the door by the time he receives the message. He makes a complicated expression, knowing full well this can only be one of two people. He does not respond in text. He needs to hear who this is.]

I couldn't even find you back home. If the possibility of finding you seemed so distant there...

Aa. That does sound like an excuse, doesn't it? No matter what happened, I really do owe you an apology. I should've tried harder to get you to stay. Even if just that much isn't enough...

[Kenjirou lets a moment pass. He knows his children's habits. Their manner of speaking and writing. Assuming they haven't changed that much, then...]

...Shuuya? Is that you?

[Hearing that name is nostalgic, reminding him of the times they left behind. It hurts a little.

He's being handed an apology. But for some reason he doesn't feel any better. His voice is cheerful when he answers Kenjirou, masking what he's feeling as usual.]

Ah, Dad's as sharp as ever! Good job, good job. You figured it out pretty quickly.

[This isn't going to turn out pretty, he can already tell.]

[Saul's trying not to look amused, but...]

You okay there, buddy?

[Kenjirou's not exactly perceptive right now, so Saul gets a pass.]

Gettin' by. Thanks, Goodman.

[Obviously not true.]

Gettin' by by gettin' drunk?

I'm not--

[A light tap of his desk with his hand results in Kenjirou missing and almost falling to the ground. He regains his balance in time. Somehow.]

My daughter's gone...

Edited 2013-10-15 15:38 (UTC)

[Ah, well.

There goes Saul's desire to be a jerk. His expression shifts from amused to concerned in a matter of milliseconds.]

Easy there, mister teacher. Where are you right now?

[Rose hates drunks. they remind her of her mother and the absolutely disappointing uselessness of the woman outside anything that wasn't meant to mock her. she knows logically that she ought to ignore this post - she doesn't even know this guy, for god's sake - but it's public. she shouldn't have to suffer through someone like this plastering their stupidity across the network.]

If it doesn't matter, that makes your pointless ramblings on the subject less than worthless. Perhaps you ought to keep them confined to your diary next time?

Needed to make that announcement. Also talk to anyone. Hi.

[As if anyone would ever want to be taught by him again... Actually, he was never exactly a role model.]

If the pink elephants weren't competent enough conversationalists then I doubt you'll find anything better here. There's a markedly lower tolerance level over the network as a whole.

I'm havin' a bad day, and I'm talking just fine. I'm sure you guys can stand a few more minutes.

[Or an hour. Two. If Kenjirou can stay awake that long, that is.]

Ah yes, because no one else in the universe could possibly be having a day as catastrophic of yours. What were we thinking not immediately falling at your feet in abject sympathy and lapping up your worthless drivel?

[A sigh. Well, it does sound bad when you use logic.]

So? You're sayin' I just shouldn't care?

I'm saying that falling to pieces at every tragedy makes you nothing more than an unreliable nuisance. Using emotional turmoil to fuel something productive is surprisingly easy, assuming even a modicum of dedication to the endeavor is applied.

[If the man wasn't obviously drunk, he'd lay into him. As it is, it takes him a moment to compose himself enough to reply.]

There's no room for nihilism here. Those of us who are actually trying to make a difference don't need it from you.

Edited 2013-10-13 18:02 (UTC)

Difference...? We could get yanked out of here tomorrow and nobody would be none the wiser.

Well we're just going to have to change that, now won't we?

Change what? Our relevance?

[A small sigh.]

I wasn't even relevant in my original world. I mean, I didn't mind. I don't want to matter to anyone here. I just want... agh...

Edited 2013-10-14 00:34 (UTC)

Unfortunately you don't have a choice BUT to matter now. Like it or not, we need every Transport in this station to work together if we're going to survive this, save all those people, and maybe even make it home someday.

[Kenjirou moves an empty bottle around. At least he seems to be entertaining Gordon's words.]

What do you have waiting for you back home?

[He's quiet for a moment, then:]

A war. People I care about, in that war without me.

Also just... finishing what I started.

[...WELL, THIS IS. Uh... Well. Something.]

...Are you okay?

Edited 2013-10-18 23:30 (UTC)

[Alright, there's the first pang of guilt for the night. Years of trying to come across as a competent, respectable teacher going down the drain.]

'm... I'm alright. Thank you, Momo... Er. Kisaragi.

[For a moment, Kenjirou got a little too reminiscent of happier times when he addressed his students more casually.]

[...And he calls her by her name?! Oh boy, oh boy, this must be really bad.]

Ah... Are you sure? That...

...Um. Is class really canceled forever?!

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