[ So, Kon's pretty sure - judging by the last thing he remembers, and the date that he's looking at on his cerevice - that he's lost an entire month. There's nothing, nada, zilch, in his memory about what happened to him, where he might have been, until he was in ViViD all over again. Considering everything he did, and risked, to make sure that Sensai didn't do basically the same thing to him, the fact that CERES pulled it off and there was nothing he could do...
It bothers him. A lot.
But after dealing with the ViViD level for new arrivals, and talking to Hiro about what he missed, he figures he ought to swing by the apartments just to see what's happened to them. It doesn't matter if there's space for him still or not, he's worried about the saniwa and his swords and the brigade of people that come and go and live here. Even if he won't admit it outright, here he is, poking his head in with his good hand braced on the doorframe of (insert your apartment of choice here), eyebrows quirked. ]
Knock knock. [ 'sup, swordhaus, your residential historian hacker is back. What's good? ]
open!
It bothers him. A lot.
But after dealing with the ViViD level for new arrivals, and talking to Hiro about what he missed, he figures he ought to swing by the apartments just to see what's happened to them. It doesn't matter if there's space for him still or not, he's worried about the saniwa and his swords and the brigade of people that come and go and live here. Even if he won't admit it outright, here he is, poking his head in with his good hand braced on the doorframe of (insert your apartment of choice here), eyebrows quirked. ]
Knock knock. [ 'sup, swordhaus, your residential historian hacker is back. What's good? ]