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[b]INTERVAL 02 - MY BEAT, MY BAD, MY BUDDY, MY BALL[/b]

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After the events of day one, D had lied low for the following week. Security teams had been assembled to search for him all along the stations at varying hours of the day, nearly constant. They’d found nothing in the brush, the mall, or any other locations on the station. What they [i]had[/i] been finding, however, were fresh tags made by the perpetrator. His big, dumb, red face plastered on wall after wall, dotting the station sporadically. To the point where it seemed almost impossible for him to have made so many in a single afternoon. Regardless, personnel had been dispatched to wipe away each tag mere hours after they were discovered.

D himself, however, had not been seen during that time. Astounding, given his appearance. A short meeting had informed the majority of the Promise’s workforce who exactly he was and what he’d been up to down on Earth before last week. Many of them seemed perplexed, annoyed, and just straight up pissed off at the very [i]concept[/i] of this intruder. So some among them were more eager to see him apprehended.

They’d have to wait.

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[indent]‘HELLO’
‘HELLO HELLO HELLO’
‘HELLO WORLD THERE’S A SONG THAT WE’RE SINGIN’’

[i]“Come on, get happy,”
“A whole lotta lovin' is what we'll be bringin',”
“We'll make you happy”[/i]

‘ARE YOU OFFICIAL OR ARTIFICIAL’

[i]“Probably both.”[/i]

‘I LIKE YOUR GUMPTION’
‘YOU’RE ON THE TEAM’
‘NOW GET OFF THE TEAM, YOU MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE’

[i]“Thank you for hiring me, sad you’re firing me.”[/i][/indent]
And that was D’s very first interaction with the station’s AI attendant, Cara. He looked down at the phone he had pilfered from… somewhere, and laughed quietly. Evidently this computer synchronized with his kind of crazy just nicely. He was afraid it was gonna be a lot more boring than that. He then proceeded to take the phone and chuck it [i]vigorously[/i] into the open space before him, watching it careen down into the flowing river in the artificial brush below.

He was standing on a balcony to some unoccupied store space in the upper mall district, having just recently finished spraying another one of his tags on the smooth white wall nearby, accompanied with a message.

[color=yellow][i]‘IF YOU’RE READING THIS,
YOU GET A GOLD STAR!’[/i][/color]

And his happy, smiling, devilish face lied in between the two lines of bright yellow text, with that same ridiculous grin.

Now! Off to other matters. D had someone to deliver an apology to. That poor shaggy boy who’d accidentally become intimately acquainted with his boot during the whole school orientation fiasco. From what he’d heard, things got a little crazier after he’d absconded from that bad business. Something involving a lizard, he was a little lacking on the details at the present moment. Oh well. He’d set about finding him, and find him he shall. To make amends!

Goodness knows what his definition of ‘amends’ entailed, though.