[ There's a read receipt the following morning. It's about ten times longer than that awkward pause. ]
Thanks, I appreciate that. No matter what some people think, a lot of us want to figure this stuff out. That includes all of you. You took the job to help us, after all. [ And then there's a few seconds of pause. ]
It's just annoying when it feels like the people we're supposed to be working with are in the way of us getting anywhere. [ A sigh, and a brief moment of pause. ]
Did you hear about the stuff with the Moogles of Light a little while ago?
We're not trying to get in your way, I promise. To be honest, like I said when I introduced myself in that video, I know a lot about Vaikuntha, but the Dream Width is a bit out of my range of knowledge.
['A bit' might be an understatement, really.]
...the Moogles of Light kind of are, too. I heard about what happened, but I wasn't there, so didn't experience it firsthand. Mirabelle says they're from some sort of kids' show.
They're from a kids' show, and one of them stuck a bomb to my back?! [ He sounds surprised and offended. Kids don't need to be watching that! ]
The frustrating thing is that we were in PuPuLand, a public theme park. With civilians. People could've died out there, I could've died. [ He starts to grumble for a second, still obviously upset. ] And it feels like we could've avoided bombs and tornadoes and electric fences if the Curti Center just gave us anything.
Why not just put us in a room with a chatty researcher and let us ask a ton of questions? Or if the PuPus know so much about the Dream Width, just have them visit us here or do a video call over Mognet? Then you guys don't have to deal with questions you can't answer!
No, I mean the Moogles of Light. The characters, anyway.
[He's not wrong, that sort of thing isn't really for kids.]
The PuPu don't even talk to us when we want them to, so we couldn't even guarantee they would agree to talk to anyone if we set up a meeting. Or even show up.
And Cid thought we'd have better luck? Ugh... [ He groans, and while the rolling of eyes isn't audible, it's all but obvious. ] We couldn't get any of them to stay still long enough for us to ask a single question, at least not until the Moogles of Light showed up.
[ Another groan. ] Man, you'd think it'd be easier to get information here. Space aliens are more cooperative, and some of them tried to kill us.
voice message
Hey, uh...hey. This is Gi. I uh...
I wanted to apologize for acting like an idiot and accusing you of things I shouldn't have. I know it doesn't excuse it, I just wanted to say sorry.
[And then there's an awkwardly long silence before the message ends.]
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Thanks, I appreciate that. No matter what some people think, a lot of us want to figure this stuff out. That includes all of you. You took the job to help us, after all. [ And then there's a few seconds of pause. ]
It's just annoying when it feels like the people we're supposed to be working with are in the way of us getting anywhere. [ A sigh, and a brief moment of pause. ]
Did you hear about the stuff with the Moogles of Light a little while ago?
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['A bit' might be an understatement, really.]
...the Moogles of Light kind of are, too. I heard about what happened, but I wasn't there, so didn't experience it firsthand. Mirabelle says they're from some sort of kids' show.
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The frustrating thing is that we were in PuPuLand, a public theme park. With civilians. People could've died out there, I could've died. [ He starts to grumble for a second, still obviously upset. ] And it feels like we could've avoided bombs and tornadoes and electric fences if the Curti Center just gave us anything.
Why not just put us in a room with a chatty researcher and let us ask a ton of questions? Or if the PuPus know so much about the Dream Width, just have them visit us here or do a video call over Mognet? Then you guys don't have to deal with questions you can't answer!
I know this is super late, sorry
[He's not wrong, that sort of thing isn't really for kids.]
The PuPu don't even talk to us when we want them to, so we couldn't even guarantee they would agree to talk to anyone if we set up a meeting. Or even show up.
AGGRESSIVE FINGERGUNS. its all good!!
[ Another groan. ] Man, you'd think it'd be easier to get information here. Space aliens are more cooperative, and some of them tried to kill us.