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! ))

Comments

[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.

[tuskenlancer]

Okay.

[ She nods, relieved that that's done with. And that Pyrrha hadn't started to cry or anything. ]

You can get it now, if you want. Or...later. Whenever. It doesn't matter.

[tokencanadian]

[Hey now, there's still time.]

Well... [A gentle shrug.] I don't have much else to do. Why don't we go and sort it out now?

[tuskenlancer]

Sure.

[ She hadn't wanted to push her into it or anything, but yeah. They might as well get it over with, so CT never has to think about Apollo again. She gestures, sort of uselessly - it's not as if Pyrrha doesn't know which way to go - then turns and leads the way to Cell 3. ]

[tokencanadian]

[We've lived in what amounts to a big hallway for a month or so, CT. She knows the way. But yes, they might as well go together, with Pyrrha letting the more put-together of the duo lead the way. There's not much energy in her today.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Yeah, she's noticed that Pyrrha's still looking a little lackluster. There's not much she can do about it, though, so CT just leads her to Cell 3 in silence, standing aside to let Pyrrha follow her in and shrugging her shoulders. ]

Just...anything on that bunk.

[ There's not much; no one here had had much. But CT's at least kept her hands off it, all her own belongings on the other side of the room. ]

[tokencanadian]

[Here they go, to the cell of the girl Pyrrha really liked for a while, who she discovered dead. What fun!]

Yes... thank you.

[It's pretty easy to tell what Apollo had left, though it's not much. She walks over to the pile, looking it over... and picks up the chestplate of Apollo's armor. Fake as it was, maybe it would have helped more then the butler outfit...]

I'll take her armor, at least.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Nothing like a little bonding time, right? She shrugs when Pyrrha picks up the chestplate, indifferent. ]

Sure. Anything you want.