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[roadroller]

[So, 24 hours of straight caroling in a skimpy Santa dress was not good for a humanized Rin's health. No, not good at all. Though she managed to drag herself home, she now has laryngitis and a terrible cold. The sensible thing for her to do would be to get some rest, but she feels pretty bad about how dismal the failure at the dairy was, so she's at least going to put out one phone call. Therefore, enjoy the strangeness of a weak, raspy tone on this ex-Vocaloid's typically perfect voice. And of course, the string of coughs.]

-- thr's no fakes. Th'y all, [COUGH] r'ly came an' f-fought w' us an', [COUGH COUGH] --droned w' us, s-so...

[a sniffle, and a bit of a honk as she blows her nose on a tissue]

... s'all just a big tr'ck. Ag'n...

[she sniffs again. She feels like there's someone she needs to apologize to... But of course, apart from the ones at the dairy who are fresh in her mind, she's forgotten all of the erased people, so there's no one, after all.]

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[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

[Ruri nods and hands Rin a cup of something that smells of vinegar and death]

Gargle this, and I didn't think that they were low on power, this is just how they're making us suffer this month. The fakes are aren't fake. That means they're doing things to our memory.

[doublerinbows.livejournal.com]

Our m'mries? Dammit, 'f only I wasn't st'ck as a h'man I could just [cough cough] load m' backup... then we'd know.

[She looks at the cup, sniffs it, and then looks at Ruri like whyyyy]

[hontobakabaka.livejournal.com]

No because they tampered with Omoikane's database as well.