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Nobody arrives to wake you in the morning. You only clamber out of bed when your personal alarm beeps at nine thirty, and at a far more reasonable volume. Phascomon has nestled himself among some pillows and blankets by the end of the long bed, beyond where your legs intrude. He hops onto the rug and yawns, raising his clawed fists to the sky as he shakes some of the perpetual sleepiness out of his eyes.
Once you've both had some water, you head outside, where you see the Dogs of War taking it easy for the day. The cafeteria is crowded, and many of them are watching the news broadcasts, so you opt to eat Digivice food in the hallway again. You and Phascomon munch on it quietly, then head over to the steaming-hot partition when you're done. Now that there's no Zipbomb being crafted, the place is just warm, instead of being agonizing.
Squid is there bright and early, already working on some new invention while perched in a chair. She shoots you a wide smile, as though the curt farewell from yesterday never happened.
"Marnie!"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"And Phascomon! Congratulations! We didn't get time to say it yesterday."</span></span>
She hops towards the door, and you avert your eyes while looking up at the orange-haired Cracker, not wanting to stun her again.
<span class="mu-s">"That's right! Couldn't have done it without us, y'know?"</span>
"Or without you. This was handy."
You pull the Drill out of your inventory and offer it to her. She seems to change lanes immediately, swapping to work mode as she opens up the logs. Within mere seconds, one of the screens is displaying various meshes and holes, visualizing the surfaces that the drill has torn through. You didn't even know it had a log function.
"Any jamming? Failure to start? Walls too thick to get through?"
"No jams. There were thick walls, but I didn't wait around to keep trying, I just moved on if it didn't go all the way."
"Good! That's intended, it can't just warp vertexes forever. Glad to hear it helped!"
