SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[transmittable]

You asked good questions.

[imaginex]

Mmm.

And I do have one more, if you don't mind.

... Would it ever be possible to... transfer victory to another Patient?

[Is sacrifice allowed?]

[transmittable]

No.

[ Instantly. ]

No, that's not allowed.

[imaginex]

I see.

[Can't be disappointed if you ever expected it in the first place]

Sacrifice isn't allowed?

[transmittable]

As I told Sororal, there's no switching allowed. Be it taking someone's place or handing off your victory to someone else.

[imaginex]

Does doing so interfere with the purpose of this experiment?

[transmittable]

You're set on calling it an experiment, aren't you...? Can't say if it does or doesn't.

[imaginex]

We've been given more incentives to kill people here, and now the Risen will get to watch and see what happens.

Cause and effect. [An experiment in her eyes, though she's not going to argue. Though on that note:]

Are you feeling better, Transmitter-san?

[transmittable]

...Yeah. Yesterday was...much more low-key. Infinitely preferable to feeling like your insides've been blended up and turned into a smoothie.

[imaginex]

... Did something happen to you?

[Her shock is honest. That was not an answer she expected]

[transmittable]

[ She chuckles. ]

That whole thing on Tuesday happened to me. I didn't have a fun time.

[imaginex]

... I admit, some of us were worried about you.

[transmittable]

I know. ...I've gotten a few messages to that extent. It's... I didn't expect it.

[imaginex]

Well, it was quite a shock to us, hearing you like that. Whatever we think of these circumstances, you haven't been cruel about your position over us.

[transmittable]

I try not to be. I don't...want to, really.

[imaginex]

[So she's heard. It's the only reason Sakura doesn't despise her, really]

I'm sure you can't answer many questions about it, but... were you forced to take this job?

[transmittable]

I... I can't answer that.

[imaginex]

It's okay. I figured as much.

... If you could answer another question then:

What's your favorite type of food?

I'm asking for... a friend.

[transmittable]

Favorite food? Uhhh... Oh! Okay, so this is kinda weird? But- you know the strange chip flavors? If anything's like...loaded bacon and cheddar potato flavor, those are the good stuff. Like cheesy, bacon-y, bar food goodness, but bite-sized.

...Or, you know, just...potato skins with that stuff, that's nice.

Did that make sense? That didn't make sense. Egh.

[imaginex]

[Transmitter-san, that's cheating; don't make Sakura actually like you on some level]

Hmmm, well. I think it'd be possible to make something similar here.

[transmittable]

[ She's not even trying...! ]

...Oh- ohhh, this isn't- I can't accept anything, like. Gifts, or something like that, if that's what this is about, it's a thing.

[imaginex]

I know. Ryoji-san told me.

... But he wanted to make you something you'd like, so you'd know he was thinking of you. Even if it was just a picture of a sort.

[transmittable]

...Oh. Of course he did. Big, sweet dummy. Heh.

[ She's quiet for a moment. ]

Thanks for asking.

[imaginex]

You're welcome, Transmitter-san.

[Her questions done, she'll end it here]

Stay safe.