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>V to Nurture Siro after he feels a little less shit. Give her a meal before she sleeps.
Employee C pats him on the back while he's purging himself of the last meal he ate in the dorm bathroom. "There, there, it'll be okay."
His PDA buzzes. Employee C checks it out, shakes his shoulder, and points to the message. Employee V sighs. He grabs the PDA and heads to the cell, putting on the necessary dress and equipment.
The storm is swirling around the cell at a calm, collected speed.
Employee V adjusts his outfits before clearing his throat.
V: Hey. I have a bedtime meal for you, okay?
Employee V sets up a plate of cooked apples and discount meat.
The storm stops swirling. It moves closer to the cooked food.
ANOMALY: Thank you, miss.
The food (alongside the plate) quickly get sucked into the swirling storm.
Employee V wipes his mouth, waiting for the meal to be consumed.
<span class="mu-i">Some sleep shall calm my mind. To remember an easier time with a new lens.</span>
The storm spits out the plate at high speeds, barely being caught by Employee V.
It quickly shifts to the bottom of the floor, letting your cameras see the top of the cell.
There's visible damage but the noteworthy part is an odd pattern being made on the ceiling.
Employee V looks up and notes down what he can see from his position.
The storm sighs, any motion slowly grinding to a halt.
ANOMALY: Delicious.
The formerly peppy and upbeat storm doesn't bother speaking any further. An odd silence has fallen over her.
Employee V waits for a moment to see if there's any further reaction.
The only change is the slowly, increasingly low snoring from the now asleep anomaly.
<span class="mu-i">I sleep because I want to. When I need to. It is my one freedom.</span>
Employee V turns around to exit the containment cell.
Vincent removes the outfit and sand resistant gear. He hangs them up before fucking off back to the dorms. There's not much to note here.
>Are you awake from your dream, Star?
The screen to Star's containment cell is visible again. Her stars have spread out even further across the room, filling every corner with STARLIGHT. It almost looks...comforted by something? You check the two anomalies. Seems like the pulsing/"breathing" they're having is slowly sinking up.
"It's cute but don't think too hard." S-4M states. "I think that's simply the nature of somewhat loose and fluid anomalies when they sleep." Nevertheless, you feel a bit warm seeing them sleep. You almost feel...protective. Even if they can kill or maim your employees.
