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[ Nui Harime was not a stupid girl, like she often pretended to be. So many people were dismissing the announcement as false or going into panic mode. But nothing would come of denying the inevitable, or working oneself up. So they had to play a game for their lives, and a lot of them were probably going to die. Well, she didn't intend to die here.

So when she saw this unknown man's profile flash, she had to wonder. The voice on the loudspeaker said there was a buddy system, right? Maybe this guy was hers. Why else would his profile be flashing, with no else able to see it? That created a big problem. She wasn't going to die, but who knew if this guy had resolve, the proper cutthroat mindset for surviving this game? If he went and got himself killed, that would be the end of her, too.

So when the park edges closer to nighttime, Nui goes on a mission, weaving through the halls of the barracks fairly seamlessly, looking at nonchalant as ever. When she manages to spot the face on her bracelet, she puts on her sweetest face. ]

Hey! Francis, right?

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[billows]

[ The flashing of this girl's profile is nothing short of a disaster to him. Of course he'd be stuck with someone, have to rest his fate with them, someone he doesn't even know. But the more he thinks of it, the more he realizes this might be a good thing. He hates making decisions on his own, was planning on just using Charles as his deciding factor, but surely they both have the same goals in mind. Well, unless they're on different teams, but that's a worry for later.

So he doesn't make any real attempt to search, but he glances at each passing face in scrutiny. It's a surprise, then, when she finds him. ] Oh. It's you. [ But that's suspicious, so he corrects himself with an extension of his hand. ] Yes, that's right. And how do you pronounce your name?

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[ Well gosh, if he's just going to be rude himself, she may as well drop the act. That she does, her smile vanishing as she leans against her parasol. ]

Noo-ee Hah-ree-may, thank you.

I'll cut to the chase, here--we need to speak. You must have looked at the profiles by now.

[billows]

Nui, right. [ He sets his hand back, figuring she won't shake it. ] Yes. I can't say I know exactly how this works, but—let's take it to my room, shall we? Not far.

[flatview]

[ that was me skipping over that line on accident but YES SHE PROBABLY WON'T SHAKE REGARDLESS There's a part of her that doesn't like having to go to someone's room, alone, to speak with them, but really, he's not gonna try anything. That's the point, according to the rules. Two lives connected. To kill her would literally be suicide.

She does give a small curtsy, though. ]

Lead on, then.

[billows]

[ This scrawny guy could not possibly be a threat anyway. Once they get to his room, Francis seems particularly nervous, a little fidgety. ]

So. A designer. What brands? [ A good time for small talk, obviously. ]

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[ she's more than happy to indulge in small talk tbh. In direct opposition to him, she seems incredibly carefree, as though they're totally not going to discuss the both of them dying horribly. ]

REVOCS. I'm the head couturier.

[billows]

Really? [ Now he seems to be more interested, though he's never heard of that company. ] Do you do menswear?

[flatview]

[ excellent priorities, dude ]

Naturally. Do you have an interest in it? Most men don't seem to be as fashion-conscious as they should be!

[billows]

You could say I have a keen eye. [ This buddy thing is not as bad as it could be. ] Dreadfully, the clothes I've been supplied with here aren't my usual style, but I am an active buyer, should you have any plans drawn up. [ Already trying to go shopping, it's kind of calming.

But he seems far less nervous when going into the actual subject: ] We will have to be in close correspondence, it seems.

[flatview]

[ 'none of this will matter in a few months because REVOCS is a cover for a giant evil alien ball of thread that wants to take over the Earth and our plans are almost complete' isn't really the thing to be saying now, is it? Oh well, she can humor the guy. ]

I'll let you know~! I'm sure I can do something with the rags they gave us here, anyway.

[ a pause ]

Yeah, about that. You heard what the rules said, right? If one half of a pair gets killed, the other gets blasted into a million pieces.

[billows]

[ The pleased look he gets from that assurance is instantly gone when she says killed. ] Something like that. I'm not planning to get killed or anything, but I suppose some sort of strategy would be handy.

[flatview]

And what do you have in mind? I guess we have to wait until someone drops dead first to see what these killers are actually going to do.

[billows]

That's probably our best bet. But for now—I suppose don't make yourself a target. Blend in. Maybe they'll just pick off people they don't like? [ Which seems fine to him, as long as they like him. ]

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Easier said than done, you know! [ what with being pink. having huge, gravity-defying hair. missing an eye. being nui. ] But push is coming to shove, I guess.