week 6

[airlockedmods]

Week 6

[Six weeks. Twenty-three Champions whittled down to just seven. Where the halls of the station once felt crowded and loud now they're empty and echo when someone speaks too loudly. Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night but outside of the usual wake-up call there is no new floor announcement from CECE.

Like the trash compactor last week, the infirmary is pristine and sterile once again. As if nothing had ever happened.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 6! Don't forget to submit your memory regains and turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! There's going to be no AC this week.))

Comments

[le_mat]

We... those of us still here... probably wouldn't be here without you, Max. I'm not good with words, but I believe that one hundred percent. I just hope, wherever you are, you're still looking out for us and getting the rest you deserve.

[in4apounding]

...do you think he can actually hear?

[le_mat]

... I dunno. But maybe. Back home, they say your ancestors stay around to look after you, if you respect and honor them. I never really thought about it much before coming here.

Even if he can't, it's... nice, for us, I think.

[in4apounding]

Hm-

[She's quiet for a moment, before bowing her own head towards the memorial.]

...Max. I can't thank you enough for everything you did, or say how much your friendship meant to me. Wherever you are now, I- ...I hope it's like home for you.

[le_mat]

[He puts a hand on her back, keeping quiet while she talks, only standing once she's done]

This... was a good idea, Penny. Way better then letting them just toss them out somewhere.

[in4apounding]

...they've probably been doing that with everyone else, haven't they.

[le_mat]

...probably. But, if there's something felt of them, it's not with their parts.

[he thinks of Futaba's Palace. Of the image of her mother saying goodbye]

The world is... how we perceive it. So as long as you remember them, they're never really gone.

[in4apounding]

No one gets left behind. Or forgotten.