<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021 | 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, SOPHE Monitoring Van<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Arthur Stahl | Mentions: Leasick, Kevin, Nobody<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Contacting Customer Service (Comm dialogue in<strong>bold</strong>)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Proper Club Attire (https://i.imgur.com/XwpZxiH.png) / Intentionally semi-mussed black hair<br/><hr/>Ripping the headphones from his ears in an effort to cease the loud and unbroken sound of feedback that was now pouring across the communications channels, Toshiro immediately began to scan over the monitors for a sign that anything was wrong as his building panic was made manifest in the rapid tapping of his pointer fingers against a brightly colored and now deflated bag of nori snacks. His first instinct was the assume something was attempting to jam communications, but as far as he could see there wasn't any action occurring within the club that would attempt to take advantage of the situation. The question he was left with as he sat in the stale air of the van with the dull screeching still making itself heard from his cast aside headset was whether or not to enter the club himself and warn his teammates of the situation.<br/><br/>On the one hand a loss of communications between the now disparate cells of agents could have utterly catastrophic results if they were targeted individually. If Toshiro waited to make the situation known as a reaction to seeing trouble developing on one of the monitors, his reaction would more than likely not be quick enough to prevent at least one agent from, at the very least, being injured. This risk could be offset by immediately leaving the van and warning the team of the threat himself, while also serving the duel purpose of giving him an excuse to leave his station and stretch his legs over the beckoning polychromatic glow of the dance floor.<br/><br/>The promise of this argument was so compelling that Toshiro found himself with his hand just shy of opening the van's automatic door into the cold night air and becoming free of his stagnant voyeur station, but as he weighed the cons of personally interjecting into the mission, he couldn't help but fall back into his seat with a sigh of mounting frustration. With as often as the team had been using the comms channels, it was highly unlikely that they would remain unaware of the system going down, therefor rendering any potential aid Toshiro might offer not only useless, but potentially harmful as they would be without a line of communication to the outside world that Toshiro might tap into should he see something troubling occur on the monitors and should the team inside not appear equipped to handle it.<br/><br/>“Actually... might be better not to wait...” Toshiro said to himself as he pulled out his tablet and started to scroll through his list of contacts until he came on the listing reading, 'Tech Support AS'. Not actually wanting to give Arthur Stahl a chance to say anything that might be overheard, Toshiro quickly launched into his routine as soon as he heard someone pickup on the other line, “Yeah look this is the fifth time I've called you people about my phone signal being cut off in the middle of a call! And don't even ask me my fucking address because you know where I am, and if you don't well you're fucking manager certainly does and I WILL talk to him if you don't send someone out RIGHT NOW. I don't care how late it is!” Then before Arthur had a chance to reply, Toshiro hung up on him just as abruptly as he had started talking. Ideally between recognizing that it was Toshiro calling him combined with the reference to a manager indicating either Oei or Azmodiel, Arthur would be able to figure out where the team was if he didn't already know. As to the purpose of the call, Toshiro knew that Arthur Stahl was more than intelligent enough to make the connection between a cut phone signal and downed communications channels.<br/><br/>Turning back to the monitors, Toshiro's concern rapidly gave way to curiosity at the sight of Kevin and Leasick seemingly very focused on... absolutely nothing. Ordinarily this would be a cause for concern born out of a lack of information, but given Leasick's attempt at nonchalant posture, locked gaze, and charming smile, Toshiro had a hunch as to what the pair was focusing on. Quickly scanning over the other cameras, he could barely contain how surprised he was at what he saw. It didn't make sense, it wasn't supposed to work that way. Returning his gaze to the young agents' table, he felt himself moving closer to the edge of his seat in both suspense and anticipation. He wanted to intervene, to warn them about what might be unfolding, but that wasn't his mission. It was undeniably frustrating that there was nothing he could do if the events unfolding were a result of what he imagined, but he had to remind himself as he took a long sip of cold coffee, that observation often yielded better long term solutions over immediately remedying a potential danger.