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Who: Intensity and whoever
Where: Around the hotel
When: Day 146 afternoon/evening

[One nerdlord is out and about the hotel and surrounding area, lugging around a metal briefcase as he is on the lookout for various people he needs to catch up with.

If you do manage to catch him while he is in transit, it is very obvious that he is missing his robot arm, has bandages covering one eye, and doesn't seem to be in too big of a hurry to deal with either right now.

He also seems grumpy, but hey - what else is new?

'Sup, Imeeji. How is your Day 146 going? Hopefully better than his.]

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[Cardigan seems to revise their mood from neutral to grumpy after getting a good look at Intensity.]

Who roughed you up?

[Intensity, on the other hand, looks DELIGHTED to see them]

Commander!

Oh this?

[Points to his missing limb]

It was nothing personal. Just business.

I should be handling any 'business' of yours that involves limb removal.

[They come close enough to kiss his cheek in greeting, since they are happy to see him.] Chief.

[His kisses their cheek in a return greeting]

Oh but you can help me handle it.

[Wraps his one good arm around them and is leading them back to the elevator]

Let's talk shop.

[Cardigan's falls easily into place at his side, looking cheered by this.]

I'd love nothing better.

[As they get to elevator]

Avante or Fin?

Fin. Avante tends to be boisterous these days.

[Off to FiN they go then. He'll let Cardigan even sit on the nice sheep ottoman instead of the stupid cube chairs]

I see you came out relatively unscathed.

[They flop down gracefully.]

There's nothing different about me at all. The rest of avante wasn't so lucky. What about you? Any weird new tattoos or body parts?

No. And I even visited Lady Death and came out Hell infusion free.

But we can talk about that later. I have a favor to ask of you first.

You don't want to practice imperial commands?

...

And what are those exactly?

Nevermind for now, I want to know what it is.

The fallen angel who zapped me. Not actually a bad guy. And you know what? His wife loves our show.

And you know what's even better? You're one of her top two favorite idols.

Care to help me send a message?

—Who's the other one?

. . .

[Don't make him say it.

You're probably not going to like it]

[Cardigan can tell they're not going to like this.]

Chief!

...

...

Kuzuebiko.

[Thanks, they hate it.]

I wouldn't want to be in any category with him, even if it was eye color.

Am I going to have to marry him?

What?! No!

If I ask him to do something, it’ll definitely be separate,

I wouldn't mind collaborating; he's the one who'd have to get over himself.

Did you have something in mind?

... Then I’ll talk to him.

A video letter addressed to his wife. Nothing more complicated than that. Like a performance or a fashion show since that seems to be her thing.

It was his suggestion when I offered to get your autograph.

And easily the fastest way to get in his good graces.

Sure. He didn't mention why she was a fan, did he?

"Looks snazzy" and "hot" was how he described it.

His own opinion of the show was not that high.

Not much to go on... What about Kuzu?