[video!] Nice to meet you!

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Hello folks of Rakuen, if you don't know me by now my name is Jane Crocker. I think I have been doing a pretty swell job of avoiding a network post until now. The thing is here is that I made some cake and I think all of Rakuen should have some sort of treat for all of their hard work in classes and battle alike.

[She's made shit loads of things for just Fortitude, so why not all of Rakuen?]

It's being held at the Bakery in town if anyone wants some of it. [She used a whole three boxes of cake mix to make this and she's plum proud of it!]

I'll also be a round town if you want to go for a walk or something! So, see you guys later and enjoy the cake!

[The feed cuts; however, a private feed to Dirk still remains.]

Dirk, will you meet me in town please? Asap, if you don't mind.

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[fracturedsoul]

[ He holds a fist out toward Seb, who totally bumps it in a bro-like manner. Of course he programmed it to do that. ]

No, and yes. Brobot's watching him right now. I left my PDA with him and told him to text yours if there's any change.

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Ah, blast. I was hoping he would awaken soon. I'm starting to get worried about him, well more than I originally was.

[She sighs.] At least he still functions, I wouldn't know how to fix him.

[fracturedsoul]

Neither would I, thanks to this goddamn city.

...Here. [ He reaches into his pocket to pull out a pouch. Inside is an upgrade, the last one Jane needs. ] It ain't hardly a thing compared to what you went and did for me.

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[Jane could fix that for him. The robot memory, maybe.]

..Oh, Dirk! [Jane knows nothing about what to do to be a prefect. So Surprise her with that too.] Goodness! I...I really could have bought that last one myself! Thank you very much! Oh goodness gracious I'll be so useful on the battlefield now won't I?

[fracturedsoul]

You'll be the goddamn best.

And since English starred you this week, that makes you a prefect. Let's move you in tonight. [ He knows Nanami's supposed to be the one to handle that. He also does not care. ]

[overbiterestart]

Oh, what now?

[Jane doesn't believe you Dirk. She gives Lil Seb a look and just shakes her head in so much disbelief.]

You're trying to prank me, Dirk. That isn't nice. I'm a pranking master.

[fracturedsoul]

[ Lil Seb does not make facial expressions. ]

Five upgrades and a star makes you a prefect. That's how it works.

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[If only he did...]

Who decided this malarkey? I'm not the bees knees when it comes to this place.

[fracturedsoul]

Whoever put the system in place to begin with. Why do you think English and I were appointed so quickly?

C'mon. [ He turns to lead the way. ]

[overbiterestart]

Because you two are ruffians! You needed some sort of position to keep you busy.

[.....Won't the head prefect get angry Dirk is doing this. Sob.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Nahhhh she'll be glad Dirk saved her some extra work.

Or she'll throw him in the lake, but he can swim. ]

Don't lump me in with English.

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Fine, fine! Alright lets go see Jake before we do anything.

[She was just being a worry wart as usual.]

[fracturedsoul]

All right.

[ He knows she's got to be worried about him. He knows she has a thing for him. ]

But really, if it's a nursemaid you're looking for, Brobot is made for the job. I programmed a caretaking function into him in case of the rare possibility of Jake actually becoming too seriously injured to look after himself.

[overbiterestart]

[No, Jane does not have a thing for Jake. No. Rakuen is teacher how to just be friends with him. Shh.]

You're a wonderful friend Dirk. No one compares really. [Seb beeps out an agreement, and the offer of another fistbump to Dirk.] I was thinking more along the lines of us peeking in and leaving. I know you're worried about him.

[fracturedsoul]

[ Good Seb. Best bun. Dirk takes him up on that offer. ]

I'm flattered you think so. I'm not the one who spent thousands of raks on shit you built.

[ A pause. ] I'm concerned, but so far nobody seems to have been actually damaged by these comas. They're just out for a few days. I know he'll wake up soon.

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[Seb seems pleased, and Jane walks a fraction closer to Dirk. She feels protected here, secure.]

I'm worried sick about both of you all of the time anyways.

[fracturedsoul]

Both of us? [ He glances over curiously. ]

[overbiterestart]

Of course.

[She cares so much about the two of them. They arrive at the infirmary, and are leg to where Jake is sleeping. Jane only peers through the opening. Brobot is sitting next to the bed, and Jake is sound asleep.]

I'm afraid one day you'll both hurt yourselves. It's...silly. I suppose I should shush up.

[fracturedsoul]

Damn right you should.

[ Brobot doesn't so much as glance over at them, which is confirmation enough for Dirk that nothing has changed here. ]

Didn't I tell you I'm the one running this show? I'm fine, Jane.

[overbiterestart]

[She turns from the room, she's worried about Jake. She's worried about Dirk. She spends most of her days worrying about the entirety of Rakuen that she's made friends with.]

You told me a lot of things you know. I don't remember you telling me you were fine.

[fracturedsoul]

... [ He shakes his head, chuckling slightly. ] Okay, then. I'm telling you now, I'm fine.

[overbiterestart]

What if back home, you aren't? What if you're in some sort of crazy trouble?

[SHE WILL FIND OUT.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ He doesn't so much as flinch at that. He's already worried about being dead back home thanks to his corpse-ordering shenanigans, but he's not going to let that show. ]

Then I'll take care of that when I get back. There's no use in fussing over it here. You'll just get wrinkles.

[overbiterestart]

I probably already have grey hairs from this blasted place!

[She might have said that a little loudly. Whoops. Brobot is sorta just looking at them.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk glances over and waves dismissively. Brobot returns to his vigilant watch over Jake.

It's actually kind of creepy.

Dirk turns to head down the hall. ]

You're such a worrywart. What do I keep telling you, Jane? You got to be more like Jake.