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OH CRAP I MISSED 7ELEVEN DAY

I gotta fix this pronto. 7eleven said it's our birth-given right as human beings to have free slurpees one day a year and I'm not about to let my people down. Lounge bar, twenty minutes. Skip your shifts and tell your friends, cause we're having ✧slushies✧.

[OPEN LOG: Marui's in the lounge with two blenders, a bucket of ice, and a bunch of syrup and juice (replicator made, sorry) making low-tech slushies for who ever wants one. He's set up on a hijacked card table in front of the bar, because it turns out the bartender bots don't like people messing with their stuff. Who knew.

So come get yourself a slushie.]

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"You'd be surprised what health nuts will put in stuff." But nothing Marui picks up looks green, so Mizuki is safe for now. A little of this, a little of that, a bit of stirring and bam, done. Marui slides the drink across the sticky table. "Peach juice and pureed strawberry, enjoy."

It didn't look like actual peach or strawberry, but perhaps that couldn't be helped with replicator products.

Mizuki gingerly picked up the glass (sticky!!!) and took a sip.

"Ooh," he said, wincing. "Brain freeze."

Marui laughs, sipping one of the many drinks he's made himself today.

"Go slow, you'll enjoy it more."

Mizuki had already been "going slow", but he took a more measured sip of his drink nonetheless.

It was...sweet. Sort of fruity? Mostly sweet. Still, an acceptable thirst-quencher.

"Thanks for the drink," he told Marui. "Do you have any plans for videos now that you're so far out and can't livestream? I understand you are a food vlogger."

Unfortunately, sweet was one of the few options to really cover up that replicator taste. The coolness of the ice luckily cut it down a little, but still very sugary. Such were the troubles of living in space.

"Yeah, I've got a deal with the UEA for a certain amount a month. Film them and edit them here, then send them out with the monthly data. I made a bunch before I left, so that'll keep them going for a while before the new ones arrive." All had been carefully thought out to keep his channel going in his absence.

"Oh that's interesting," said Mizuki, absent-mindedly drinking more of the not-great-but-not-bad-but-somehow-addictive slushie. "What sort of food videos will you make, you think?"

"Already got a lot of slushie footage, so that's one out of the way. I'm hoping to get 7eleven's attention and work something out for next year, that would be a huge sponsorship if I can land it." And plus, free slurpees. "Besides that it depends on what agri and biology come up with. I heard sandworm isn't too bad, besides the hallucinogenic thing."

"Surely you can't be thinking of cooking something hallucinogenic," exclaimed Mizuki. "Maybe eggs, or...the strange mutant chickens, if it comes to that..."

Marui waved it off like it was nothing, because after the amount of stunts he'd pulled for youtube it really was.

"I'll get the toxicology report first to make sure it doesn't kill me, no worries. It can't be that bad if whoever tried it first lived to tell about it."

"But it's hallucinogenic!" Mizuki insisted. It would be like those irresponsible Rainbow youth filming viral videos of themselves eating weed brownies or shrooms. "Surely that can't be UEA approved."

Marui shrugged. "So I slap a disclaimer on it. It'll make a good video."

Mizuki would just have to make sure all relevant safety protocols were followed, when the time came. Honestly, it was influencers of Marui's ilk and their emulators that caused the most trouble for SWS's safety officers. Climbing towers, taking selfies with dangerous fauna, dangling upside down from helicopters...

He kept a polite smile though, and tried to change the topic. "... have you met Tachibana-san yet? Perhaps you could do a collaborative video."

What to do mean, Mizuki. All of those things are awesome and totally safe. Hashtag jump off a bridge with your friend challenge.

"Hmm. You think he'd be my trip-sitter?"

Well, it'd certainly be safer with Tachibana around, and perhaps he could talk Marui out of it...

"Why not? I think it's a good idea," Mizuki agreed.

Marui nods to himself, running logistics in his head.

"Yeah, that'll work. Good input Mizuki, you got this safety thing down."

“…Right! Happy to help!” Mizuki frantically made a mental note to warn Dr. Tachibana.

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