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Heart Soldier Senshi
[ The door leads to a room with a big whiteboard and several colored dry-erase markers (your position colors, interestingly!) waiting for you. In permanent ink the whiteboard is divided into two sides: the left says "BATTLE PLAN" and the right says "VOTING". Under "BATTLE PLAN", there's a helpful quote of, "HOW DO WE GET THE CROWD TO LOVE US?"
Well. That's the million dollar question, isn't it?
There are fold-up chairs all around as well as a table, as if this is a Very Important Meeting. In the corner there's a crate, full of things that you might . . . need? No real weapons are inside of the crate, but if you root around, you can pretty much find anything or a cardboard version of everything - like there's no food there but you could totally get a cardboard burger.
You can leave the room if you want to, to mingle with other people. ]
Well. That's the million dollar question, isn't it?
There are fold-up chairs all around as well as a table, as if this is a Very Important Meeting. In the corner there's a crate, full of things that you might . . . need? No real weapons are inside of the crate, but if you root around, you can pretty much find anything or a cardboard version of everything - like there's no food there but you could totally get a cardboard burger.
You can leave the room if you want to, to mingle with other people. ]
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You kidding? Nothing gets to me.
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Liar.
[ Pets his head. ]
It's going to be okay, Hurricane. I have faith in us. In all of us.
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Do you need a minute?
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