Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[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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[tokencanadian]

[ 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...]

cell 1

[induality]

[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.]

[tokencanadian]

[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.]

[induality]

[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?]

[tokencanadian]

I'm.... not sure.

[She lightly feels her stomach. The question has thrown her for a bit of a loop, seeing as her thoughts drifted fully to how she threw herself into that fight and then there were so many blades and then-

No, no, no no. Not good. She frowns deeply, thoughts adrift.]

I had... food from last night. That's... fine, isn't it?

[induality]

You can just say no if you're not feeling up to it. No one's going to blame you...

[Fukawa... well it's not high on her list of priorities and her dream was kinder to her.]

We can just... sit here a while.

[tokencanadian]

...Yes, alright.

[No one would blame her, would they?

you're just Pyrrha, who's going through a tragedy and needs some help like anyone else.]

...I had a bad dream last night, Touko.

Cell 1

[helladoptera]

[ 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. ]

[tokencanadian]

[Gee, Max, are you trying to read Pyrrha's mind or something?

Pyrrha doesn't stop Max from sitting next to her, she... only really starts to notice her when she hears her name being called. It takes her a moment to snap out of her thoughts.]

Max...? Did you...?

[sleep well? Have bad dreams? She wants to think about someone else, but. It's hard.]

[helladoptera]

Let's... not worry about me for a second.

[ She looks Pyrrha over. ]

What's wrong?

[tokencanadian]

[But focusing on others is how she copes! It really does display on her face as she tried to put words together.]

I... [She groans, brushing long strands of hair from her face, which only reveals more of her tired face.]

I had a dream, last night. I think it's the worst one I've had yet... I think it might be the reason I'm here.

[helladoptera]

The reason why...

[ She thinks back to her own. ]

... what happened? If you want to talk about it.

[tokencanadian]

[She's not sure how much she really wants to say, but... it would be rude not to say anything. Max doesn't deserve that, either.]

...I think I might have hurt someone. [No, that's not right.] Or... worse.

kitchen

[andneversaydie]

...Phyrra?

[...ah. ...ah.]

You... want me to make you something?

[It'll take both their minds off of things. hopefully.]

[tokencanadian]

[She stiffens at the sound of her name, turning and... oh, it's Mozu.]

...Ah? [She's. Take her mind off of it? Impossible, but... some small part of her still knows that it's better then staring into the cupboards and hoping for something to appear.]

Is... is it too much trouble?

[andneversaydie]

No... no, it isn't. Just... let me get something started, then.

[... eggs and bacon are good comfort food, so she'll get some space eggs and space bacon and get started.]

You can stay in here if you want, too. I don't mind.

[tokencanadian]

[Some good old speggs and spacon. Look at those different colors. It would amuse Pyrrha a lot more if she hadn't woken up like this.]

...Yes, that's fine. [If it is to Mozu, it's fine to Pyrrha. She can stand quietly and watch things happen. It's what they've been doing for a while now.]

...Do you... need any help? [Because she couldn't stay quiet forever before getting fidgety.]

[andneversaydie]

Hmmm...

[well, you know...]

Can you get the oil and the pans, maybe?

[tokencanadian]

Oh, of course!

[She'll... get right on that. The pans are easier to find, but when it comes to finding the oil...]

Which one do you... prefer? [There's a few here, and they have names she can't pronounce.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ They haven't spoken since before Apollo's death. But while CT had loathed Apollo as much as she'd ever loathed anyone, she's always kind of liked Pyrrha. When she catches sight of her in the kitchen, she pauses, instantly worried at how...terrible she looks. ]

Uh... [ Maybe it's a bad idea to approach her, but at worst, she'll snap, and CT will leave her be. ]

...Hey.

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha definitely doesn't snap at CT when she comes by, her movements are too slow, rather she looks up and sort of... pauses at the sight of the Freelancer.]

...Hello?

[As she brushes loose strands of hair from her face, her gaze shifts from CT to the cupboards.]

If I'm... blocking something, I can get out of the way?

[tuskenlancer]

No - no, it's fine. It's just...

[ This is difficult. She knows Pyrrha had heard her badmouthing Apollo during the trial. And while she stands by everything she'd said, it does make things a little awkward now. ]

Uh...you...cared about her, didn't you?

[ She doesn't quite meet Pyrrha's eyes, even as she avoids saying Apollo's name. ]

[tokencanadian]

[For a brief moment, she blinks in confusion at the woman's words. Was she speaking about-]

Apollo? [She can say her name for both of them. That's the least she can do for you, CT.

Pyrrha gives her a slow nod.] Y-yes, we were pretty close.

[tuskenlancer]

Yeah.

[ She nods. Yeah, that's what it had looked like. She doesn't press for details - partly because Pyrrha doesn't exactly look fit for telling stories about Apollo, and partly because...she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to hear about how Apollo was just misunderstood, or was kind and sensitive once you got to know her.

She can do this, though. ]

She, uh...we were roommates.

There's...her stuff's still there. If you want it. [ She shrugs. ] I'm just gonna throw it away otherwise, so.

[tokencanadian]

[Honestly, if CT did want to hear about how Pyrrha thought Apollo was a better person deep down and had the capacity to change, then Pyrrha would be happy to comply. This is fine too, Pyrrha doesn't even drop the things she's holding.

Although it is a bit shocking enough that she sets the things down. And she looks at her.]

...I hadn't thought of that... actually. [She nods.] Thank you. ...I can come by and take it, I guess.