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[Akroma]

"What brings you here, visitors from...[look at the robot spider...]...far far away?"

[Projeck37]

There is no information on Annabelle W. Holbech or her homeland in the IRIS files.

[SOLDIER First]

"We're just hanging out."

[Akroma]

((thats why ICARUS requested an investigation, not information))

[Projeck37]

((Ah, right.))
Annabelle is still laying outside with Kyle standing above her?

[Empiricist]

[To: Abraxas] <And thus comes the inevitable question I was bound to ask: 'Would you like to go on a date?' in case the answer is no, I shall close this channel to save you the trouble~>
The channel is thus closed immediately after sending that message.

Cyrielle lightly stretches and begins setting up a mental landscape for he aforementioned date to take place in on the chance that Abraxas actually would be interested. She chose the verisimilitude within her mind rather than reality seeing as the latter case would have constrained the date to Stanford, not the most romantic of places...

She awaits either a response, or an extended period of silence.

((Does she get a response, or not? It's a bit hard to tell seeing as @Elf went offline at the time.))
"Thank you." Cyrielle accepts the cookie and begins eating it.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

>...I'm sorry, I have....other activities to attend to.<

[Empiricist]

The location forming within Cyrielle's mind is unceremoniously razed into oblivion. <Understood. Another time then? Or was that a less direct way of saying you aren't interested?>

[PrivateNomad]

Bartimaeus shapeshifts into ICARUS and wanders around the castle.

Alucard continues to idly sit behind his desk with a red-covered book in hand.


HILDA mucks about.

[Empiricist]

The location forming within Cyrielle's mind is unceremoniously razed into oblivion. <Understood. Another time then? Or was that a less direct way of saying you aren't interested?>

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The location forming within Cyrielle's mind is unceremoniously razed into oblivion. <Understood. Another time then? Or was that a less direct way of saying you aren't interested?>

>Possibly.<
He shuts off the link to actually do studies.

[Empiricist]

_{"Possibly..."} Cyrielle muttered in a near-whisper. So there was a chance at east. A chance of undefined slimness. better than nothing at least and, as an optimist, she was willing to accept that.

[PrivateNomad]

 "Elongated trans-dimensional rifts... Hm." Alucard says to himself as he flips the page in his book

[SOLDIER First]

"We're just hanging out."

[Akroma]

"Well, we don't really have any tourist attractions yet."