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Bulletin Post: 01

[ There was a new paper pinned to the bulletin board. The handwriting was very nice and cursive too. ]

Idle hands make fretful minds and who among us really wants to sit still? [Not him, that's for sure. He is losing his mind not having something to do.]

I am offering up my services to anyone who may be seeking help, from the small requests to the large ones. I'm fast; I'm strong; I can fly as well. Do you need something lifted or a book from a high shelf? I'll help with perfect precision.

If there's anyone you can count on to help, you can count on me, Nice. Have no fear~☆

- Nice
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No. I came to talk to you.

[ Wreck plucks the sad little weight off the floor, then tosses it in the air. As it descends, he disrupts its appearance so that it looks stretched out and blocky, each jutting block varying in levels of height. After he catches the abomination, he unceremoniously tosses the weight toward Nice for him to catch. ]

[ There was the tiniest of smiles forming on his lips when Wreck decides to change the weights sitting in the gym. Since he was facing him, he could easily catch the weight, turning it over in his hands a few times. ]

So your powers can still affect things like this, huh?

[ The weight takes on a rather glitchy appearance as Wreck approaches him, and a few seconds later the weight returns to its normal appearance. ]

I guess so. The best place I can test my powers is out in the Garden. If I do too much in here, I'll risk damaging the books, and I'd rather not find out what the consequences of that might be.

So? What are you up to? Hm?

[ Nice makes a soft 'oomph' sort of sound when the weight returns to normal. He pulls out of his stretching form and rolls the weight off to the side so it was out of the way. ]

I'd say stretching, but the look on your face tells me you want some sort of specific answer.

Hey, I'm not Shang De. "Stretching" is fine.

[ Wreck glances off to the side briefly, as though mildly offended, but his expression soon shifts to one of thoughtfulness. ]

How did it go...? Mm... oh, right.

[ Wreck clears his throat, and digs down deep to his idol roots to give an energetic rendition of: ]

"If there's anyone you can count on to help, you can count on me, Nice. Have no fear~☆"

[ And then, because he can't not do it, he mimics Nice's signature double finger guns pose. ]

[ The immediate way Nice's face heats up from Wreck's teasing. He pulled off the pose perfectly too! he really wished he didn't already discard the weight so he could throw it at him after that display. ]

People feel calmer with heroes around. It's basic knowledge you know.

[ he says that, but he didn't even say he was a hero in his advertisement. ]

That's true, but what's also true is that you're bored and listless. Which, for the record, is perfectly fine to feel.

[ Since Nice is weaponless, disregarding his superhuman strength, Wreck has the audacity to drape an arm around him. ]

Wanna take a walk?

[ He was hesitant at first, almost afraid of his walls falling down. Wreck may be his nemesis, but he was also his closest friend and there was so much mess between them. Or maybe that's how Nice saw it as. It almost felt wrong to seek comfort after everything he's done. ]

A walk...? That might be nice...

[ Despite the thoughts that might be going on in Nice's mind, Wreck simply tilts his head a bit like a curious dog, a warm smile on his face. ]

Maybe we can go to the garden? The fresh air might do us some good. Although when I say "maybe" I really do mean maybe.

[ That gets a tiny little snort out of Nice as he finally starts to stand up off the floor, tucking his journal under his arm. ]

Tell me about it. That door hates me.

That makes two of us.

[ He takes the opportunity to brush his hand against Nice's hair to mess it up, then casually walks back toward the exit of the so-called gym. ]

You know, X said he can ask doors in the Stacks very politely to let him go to a specific location, and the door lets him. Or something like that.

H-Hey!

[ Nice lets out an embarrassed sounding voice as he tries to fix his hair, following after Wreck. He doesn't even have a comb to fix this!! How dare! ]

His influence is crazy. I tried to show him the garden but I couldn't get it to reappear. The man knocks on the door once and presto, the door leads back to the garden.

[ The laugh he lets out is more of a quiet cackle reminiscent of his role as Nice's nemesis more than anything. Someday, he'll teach Nice that he's not perfect and that it's okay to be imperfect. ]

That checks out. Have you communicated with X yet through your log book? He can transmit his voice through it like it's no big deal.

[ It's not good to show weakness. It's not good to show weakness. It's not good to show weakness!!!!

But then why was it so much easier to forget that when he didn't have Shang De's voice in his ear? ]

Did he jumpscare you with that too? I swear I must have jumped ten feet in the air when suddenly his voice came out of nowhere.

He sure did. I spent some time looking around for him before I responded, and tried to ignore that such a feat seems to be physically impossible, but that he did it anyway.

[ Wreck leads the way into the Stacks. He's really not looking forward to finding a door and having to open it a hundred times to get to the garden. Maybe they'll take turns or something to make it easier. ]

I mean, it's a book. There's no speakers on it, right? So, I try very hard to not think about how he did it.

I think it's just easier to think "This is X, he never makes sense" He just appears out of nowhere and disappears just as easily.

[ Nice wasn't confident, but maybe if they could get it to the garden it'd feel a little less... stuffy? ]

Yeah, you're right. And that about sums him up: he shows up whenever he wants, does whatever he wants, and then disappears whenever he wants.

[ Wreck groans a bit, wondering if X is just in the garden waiting for them, ready to laugh at them as they struggle to get inside the room. It isn't long before they come to a stop in front of one of the doors tucked neatly away in the Stacks. ]

Ready for disappointment?

We'll take turns cursing the door for not opening correctly. Eventually one of us will have to get it.

Sounds like a plan. I'll go first.

[ He clears his throat and decides to do what X said he'd done. So, he knocks gently on the door first before he makes his request. ]

We'd like to go to the garden, please.

[ With a bracing breath, Wreck opens the door. What reveals itself appears to be a meeting room equipped with a white board scribbled in notes, but no other occupants. ]

Dammit.

[ Wreck throws the door shut and folds his arms. He's never taking X's advice again!! ]

Your turn.

Alright... How did he do it last time?

[ Nice moves in close and gives the door a few knocks before he opens it up. Still no garden in sight, but there seems to be a cozy little reading corner behind this door. ]

Guess it was asking too much...

This library hates us. Although, this room might not be so bad if we can't find the garden. Not that we'll be able to get this one to show up, either.

[ Wreck takes his turn, trying for a second time, although there is no knocking involved. This time, the door leads to a completely barren room. No furniture, no carpet, no pictures.... Wreck just lets the door fall shut afterward. ]

This is our life now, huh?

[ This is embarrassing.... ]

Maybe we need to trick the room. I dont want the garden. I hate the garden. I would rather be anywhere else but the garden.

[ Nice pulls open the door. This room leading to another meeting like room. Or maybe it was the same one as before. Everywhere in this place sort of blends in together after a while. With a heavy sigh, he shuts the door in front of them once more.]

Never mind this door is cursed.

[ Wreck chuckles a little at the absurdity of what they're doing. It should not be this hard to get a garden to appear. ]

Could be us. We could be cursed.

[ Is there anything else that he could say to convince the door to let them in? ]

Oh noooo. I hope when I open the door that it's that empty room again. I'm just downright terrified of gardens. I have... botany??? botanyyyy...oo...phobia.

[ Wreck ignores how much he mangled "botanophobia" and pulls open the door. Revealing the garden!!! Which is currently raining quite heavily. Although Wreck keeps the door propped open with his hand, he slides down onto his knees on the floor. ]

Someone's getting a laugh out of this somewhere.... Do you want to try again or walk in the rain and get sick? Please pick the first option.

[ Nice just stares out into the rain. A sound sound slips past his lips and after hearing Wreck's question that soft sound turns into a full blown laughter. ]

This.... is so ridiculous...!

[ Wreck immediately perks up a bit when he hears Nice laughing--actually laughing. He does let the door fall shut, though, because he's not about to leave walking in the rain on the table. ]

On one hand, I want to be stubborn and keep trying...

H[ e slowly gets back up onto his feet. ]

On the other hand, I think the garden is actively avoiding us.

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