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POST-SNOWMAN adventures.

[acrobacy]

[ From the username NIGHTWING comes this:

There's no accompanying text or anything this time around, but he is getting a photo of Gumshoe next to his Blue Badger snow sculpture.

The man is clearly in the middle of saying GOUDA! instead of CHEESE! ]

millions of years late... backdated before sleepr

[gorigori]

[ a considerable amount of time has passed yet freyja still felt no different than how she did after waking up from that nightmare.

the mere idea of setting foot in town scares her. even if supposedly death works differently here, no one would ever forget about it, not especially freyja herself. she could still remember every horrified scream, how the blood tasted in her mouth and how soothing it tasted as she quenches her desire to lash out in anger. just thinking about it makes her stomach drop; there's no way she could visit the town after losing control like that.

so she retreats in her home or in deserted places like the forest. it's safer there, and she could play her music as loud as she wants.

freyja sits on top of a tree branch, she has her beloved player on speaker mode, she's staring mutedly at a hologram of a rock band that came 20 years before her time. fire bomber is one of her inspirations since she was a kid, how their music speak against violence by advocating empathy. for the longest time, their songs helped distract her from the horrors of the war between the earthlings against her people; it gave her hope that one day people would find it in them to understand one another.

"love will save your heart," the lead singer, a man with gravity defying hair, gently sings as he smiles to the camera. "the honest eyes sketching dreams." the melody is sweet and gentle despite the band's anti-authority aesthetic. ]

But is it too late...

[ her voice is low but audible enough for anyone to hear in close range. ]

post rika drop!

[youthfulwhatever]

[ With no pre-empting or explanation from the curiously absent Rika, Keroro appears in Damian's front yard and promptly sets up shop. ]