theairlock | Week 5

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!week 5

Week 5

[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))

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[ On Sunday, he remembers.

There's a lot of remembering in the past few weeks, but this is different. It's like everything's become so much clearer. He remembers emerging from his prison. Finding Umbra. Finding the guys. (Prompto's there, and Noctis is so relieved he can barely breathe.)

Returning to Insomnia. He's become the Chosen King, hasn't he? It's his duty to bring back the day, wrest control back from the daemons.

He kills Ardyn Izunia-- no, he kills Ardyn Lucis Caelum.

The throne brings you here? It seats only one.

Off my chair, jester. The king sits there.

When he wakes, he goes to the license plate factory. It takes him a little while, but he goes to the memorial wall with several in hand. And he adds these names. There are probably more names, and he'll add them as they come to mind.

LUNA. REGIS. ARDYN.

After that, he goes to the kitchen. Someone has to make sure everyone eats. It's nothing really special, but there's rice. There's tea. There's broth, vegetable and beef. There's bread, jam, butter, eggs, bacon. All space varieties, of course. But it doesn't look bad.

And of course, pancakes.

After that, he goes to the greenhouse and just... sits with a book in hand. ]

[ Salutations, Pyrrha Nikos. It's an honor to finally meet you.

Pyrrha doesn't leave cell 1 for most of the day. She... barely leaves her bed in the first place. She sits on it, legs drawn up, head down, thinking. Or, perhaps it's crying, that happens off and on.

She remembers things, a fight, part of the Vytal festival, the thing she thought wasn't happening for weeks. But it did, and now she knows she made it to the finals.

At some point, Pyrrha does drag herself out of her cell and wanders sluggishly into the kitchen. It just leads to quiet searching through the cupboards, looking over all the unappealing space food they've had this whole time.

Anyone that happens to catch her at this time is going to find that Pyrrha's... definitely seen better days. Her hair isn't done up in a hair tie, and her eyes are noticeably red...]

[ It's... she has to admit, it's a relief to wake up on memory day and not see poor Noctis smashing things. To see him... happy, even, maybe? Or at least relaxed.

"Listen, Max. My respiratory system-"

Nope! Nope nope nope we are not thinking about that today, nope we are not thinking about today's memory!! She goes in to sit next to him. ]

Good book?

Yeah, pretty good, I guess. It's about cats.

[ He looks at her, and if he can notice something's up... he sure does. But even he seems different. More serene, almost, calmer, even wiser.

To sum it up, he seems more like a king than he ever has. ]

How are you doing?

[Fukawa... didn't want to leave the cell either. Because the place she normally felt like she could find solace was... not somewhere she felt like she could go right now. But she was kind of surprised to see Pyrrha still in bed. She was always good at pushing herself and being, well... almost too perfect. But then, after what happened...

...

Fukawa drags herself out of her own bed and awkwardly sits herself on Pyrrha's, bringing the extra soft blanket she got and throwing it around the other girl. She doesn't know what to say so instead she just pulls her knees up to her chest and... sits with her.]

[ Ooh his majesty ooh. ]

Cats, huh? Neat.

[ How she's doing...

"I've heard the doctors talking about it-"

A little too quickly, a little too forced: ]

I'm alright.

["This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us."

Anyone walking past Cell 6 this morning is going to be treated to the sound of Will Graham just tumbling straight out of bed and hitting the floor no holds barred. He seems oddly spooked by his tumble though -- staring at the opposite wall like he's not there at all, like all he's really feeling is the swoop of gravity and the rush of cold air, the roat of wave, blood scenting the air, seeping into his clothes and the warmth of another person. He remembers falling, and he didn't do it alone.

When he does emerge, finally, he's in the kitchen. There's something that looks like a very basic omelette in front of him, and there's a cup of coffee in front of him because a quarter of a bottle of whiskey doesn't last long on an evening like the one they recently had. He's reading a letter.]

[ Yep. He catches that. Noctis nudges her lightly with his shoulder before closing his book. ]

I'm here to talk about it. Or listen to you, if you need it.

I...

[ Whatever next word is supposed to come out, she chokes on it.

"So, I know I'm just putting off the inevitable..." ]

... I thought it would fix things.

[ Once the memory has had some time to sink in, Max seeks out Will.

"This isn't how I want things to end." ]

Hey... Will?

[Fukawa wakes up in a weird state. Everything from the last few days is still weighing heavily on her heart, however... more than that...

My hand hurts... But that's not the only thing that hurts.

Komaru... her friend. Her first real, true friend. And she'd forgotten all that until now. Just how much that dumb girl meant to her... But she's glad she remembers, even if it hurts a little too. Because she needed to hear some of this.

Helping each other... that's the advantage of working together, right?

...

What do you want to do right now?

Byakuya was safe. That was... important. Even if something happened to her... he and Komaru were going to be okay.

She stays in bed -- in cell 1 -- longer than usual. Even for her. Because she doesn't know where she'd go even if she did. The library... she doesn't want to go back there. Not... not yet.

When she does emerge it's to hesitantly visit the kitchen to... try and put something together for herself. It's a sloppy attempt really. She's not trying to do anything grand. Then she goes to the exercise yard where she... sits. And thinks.]

Edited 2017-09-10 19:55 (UTC)

[That was Pyrrha, the invincible girl, the one who was always perfect and could handle anything anyone threw at her, oftentimes singlehandedly... Now, she was struggling to put together a decent thought about today. Seems like it had already gone wrong.

...There's nothing stopping Fukawa from climbing onto Pyrrha's bed, the soft blanket over her rousing her from some sad thoughts. She slowly turns her head, noticing Fukawa for... possibly the first time.]

...Good morning.

[She says in reflex. It was the only thing she could think of.]

[ You know what's a great way to ignore your own memory? Comforting someone else clearly upset by theirs! ]

... Pyrrha?

[ She's just gonna sit... next to her, unless she objects. ]

[ ... god. He can hear the pain, and he pulls her into a hug. He can't say it's alright, whatever "it" is, and if it's causing Max so much grief, it'd probably just be an insult. ]

... but things didn't go as you thought?

I... Chloe was...

[ She hugs back, tears finally starting to form.

"I'm saying that being with you again has been so special." ]

I just wanted to make her life better, but I fucked it up instead. A-And then she...

[It takes him a moment to realise he's being spoken to. He's just staring at the letter without really seeing it.

He wants to be angry, but he can't. Not at the why, that'd be hypocritical. And if he'd been the one executed, he'd have wanted to get a note to someone in the end. You can forgive, but not forget, and not trust. He'd done that before.]

... Hm?

Oh. Max. What's up?

[The one time she's out today, and Pyrrha happens to walk past the cells and hear something coming from Cell 6

She... doesn't really want to, but her good nature drags her along.]

...Mister Graham? Are you...?

[Is it really though? Fukawa certainly isn't sure. There are some things she's relieved about in a very big way. But it hasn't entirely wiped the bad taste of everything that's happened out. Nor the fear of what still might.]

...are you hungry?

[Should... should she bring them food? Are they just gonna chill in the room today?]

[ He puts it together. Did she go back in time to fix something? And it ended up worse?

He cradles the back of her head. ]

If it's too hard, take a breath. You don't have to tell me, if it's that upsetting.

[ She winces a little, but presses onward. She has to know, for... some reason. ]

You... deal with criminals and stuff, right?

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