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Iván listened intently to what the Caenis (@Ueno Mizuki) was saying. It was, perhaps, the smartest thing he had ever heard since coming back from the dead. Why hadn't he thought about that? Sending an email asking for help from someone who knew him in the real world could help. But then again, did he really need that kind of help at the moment? Maybe. It did seem interesting to Iván, this thing about not having access to his UI, though it might be more trouble than it was worth.

The masked illusionist was too busy mulling over the possibilities, the pros and cons of his UI being unresponsive, to hear whatever email it was that the Yladian (@Kaede Hoshi), or was it her roomate, had. He noticed how she continued to stress about it, though, but Iván simply chalked it up as fear of the repercussions of not being able to log out. Or something like that. It was completely understandable. He had been quite worried about the idea of getting stucked in the game, too, but now, with the Caenis' pretty intelligent solution, maybe Iván wouldn't be stuck in the game for longer than he expected. It was well worth the try.

 

As Sean listened to the idea of emailing somebody close to her, Sean awaited the email. So, what is it? He quickly started to grow impatient. I can't help if I don't know the email. He looked around for something to do, and eventually resolved to climbing a nearby tree.

Sean overlooked the clearing. It looked pretty beat up. "So... Who's gonna email them?" He shrugged. "My email is a mess, so I prefer not to... Also because it's Ishtar X Roy OTP at Hotmail... Don't laugh, I made it six years ago."