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[almost stumbles in at the edge of camp somewhere, looking around himself, confused]

Strange... I could've sworn they were right ahead of me— oiiii! Everyone! Where did you go?

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[firm nod]

Yes.

So, would you like the grand tour of this weird place?

Whatever you can tell me that's useful, I'd gladly listen to, yes!

Hungry at all? I can show you where to eat.

Yes, perhaps that's a good idea. What time of the day is it here? I believe it was evening at home...

It's around noon. I don't pay that close attention to the time around here, since it doesn't matter that much. But c'mon, let's get something to eat.

[ will escort him for delicious food! ]

Well, it would be convenient to keep track of how long we'll be stuck. But, ah, yes. Food does sound good right now.

[I will follow you]

There's not telling how long we'll be stuck here. Seems some people are here a short while, some for years. Never know.

[ ADVENTURES TO THE MESS HALL, YES ]

... so anything could happen at any time, then?

Pretty much. It's an unpredictable place.

You've seem to gotten rather used to it already.

Eh, I'm just rolling with the punches, mainly.

I'm not surprised, really.

I just don't see the point in getting worked up over it.

I suppose that can be an advantage, as well as a disadvantage.

Same goes for your thinking. Works sometimes, fails other times.

[ shrugs ]

That's why the bunch of us make a great team.

... o-oi, Chiaki. There is no need to say it so readily.

[shakes his head, but smiles a little]

But yes, we did establish that.

[ playful nudge, then look, FOOD PLACE, takes him inside ]

Just sayin' the truth.

[might have nudged you back at that wow stop]

Yes yes, of course.

[ the nudge war is on, bro ]

And here's the mess hall. Don't eat here on Tuesdays unless you like Zombie People Parts.

[hey—! stops abruptly in his tracks and stares]

Zombie... people—?!

[ glances back at him ]

Yeah. So make sure to stock up on food so you have something for Tuesdays. It's hard to believe, but Takeru wouldn't joke about something like that.

[opens his mouth, then closes it, then]

But that's terrible— I mean, what...

I try not to think too hard about it. Apparently it's been going on for years and nothing you can really do about it.

Do? But... where does it come from? I... the mere thought is, ah, mind-boggling, to say the least!