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[b]7.00pm UTC+8/Monday; August 1st 2011[/b] - [i]NanaZuika Sugbu[/i] Beach Resort - Hamada Residence (NanaZuika Big Cabana), [color=bc8dbf]Seven[/color]'s Room
Mactan Island, Cebu, Philippines

	Walking out of the covered dining area, Seven bit the bottom of his lip. Scratching the back of his head and ignoring the paintings his father had chosen to decorate their big cabana, he grumbled to himself. Was this a joke? Was he fixated too much on this?

	"Seven-[i]sama[/i], do you want the rest of the staff to clean up the dining area?”

	[color=bc8dbf]"Yes, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i], I'm leaving you in charge, I just happen to...check out this e-mail I received recently. Please tell Mom and Dad too that I'll be up all night with my homework, so...you know the drill."[/color]

	"Very good, I'll put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on your door. You need coffee, tea or something else to drink?"

	[color=bc8dbf]"I'm good, thanks. Good night, Chiaki-[i]kun[/i], sunny and green is the morrow."[/color]

	"Good night, Seven-[i]sama[/i]. Tomorrow's another day!"

	Inside his room, Seven’s sitting in front of the desk filled with lots of stuff all over the place, and then the e-mail shows one unread at the Inbox folder on his device ‘Switch’.

	Seven can't see through these glitch texts at all and what's worse for him is that it's in binary. The young techie may know a thing or two about codes himself, but this was the first time Seven was stumped.

	[color=bc8dbf]"Oh, to heck with this one, I’ll get back here once I have my homework done. Heh."[/color], Seven chuckled, as he unwittingly made a rhyme.

[b][i]About two and a half hours later...[/i][/b]

	[color=bc8dbf]"All done! Now, to work on the..."[/color], he frowns, [color=bc8dbf]"Oh darn, look at the mess I have made."[/color]

	Where was that notepad? Looking at the desk scattered with miscellaneous objects he couldn't describe. He needed better organization. Sorting through the junk, there you are. He picks up the notepad and loads up the converter site on his device.

	[i]CLANG![/i]

	[color=bc8dbf]"What was that?!”[/color], he said as he jumped from his seat.

	Great. He either was in a horror film about to die or it was just the wind banging against some metal sidings again. Getting up and putting on a jacket, he headed outside...

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	An empty metal oil drum reused as a makeshift griller broke off. Probably due to overuse from last night’s Sunday Luau party...

	Without hesitation, Seven puts down the broken griller in the sand and away from the lounge chairs by the beachfront.

	[color=bc8dbf]"Heat fatigue. And a substandard metal oil drum. Oh boy, this goes in the inventory."[/color]

	He saw Lando in the distance fixing and tuning up his guitar? And a lone fire dancer?

	[color=bc8dbf]"Lando-[i]san[/i], didn’t you just leave for home?"[/color], Seven asked, scrunching up his face.

	This was getting weird, or maybe he was stuck in a time loop. Or maybe you’re getting too ahead of yourself, you probably just fell asleep while trying to decode, Seven...

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	[color=bc8dbf]"Where's Kazu, Lando-[i]san[/i]? Is he hunting?"[/color], Seven asked while his gaze draws on a fire that should not be going. Didn't he put that a while ago? Watching as glowing flames of orange and yellow flickered. Embers crackling, spitting sparks in still time...