theairlock | So if 22 people were out in space and majority of them indirectly killed 1 with rocks is that

[ SO THAT... SURE HAPPENED. And not only was it an emotional rollercoaster, it got downright terrifying at the end. Right now Choromatsu honestly wants to go curl up in a ball in his room forever and for a little while he does, just trying to process what he had just seen. But something keeps him from well... not doing that for the rest of the day. Maybe it's the empty stomach, maybe it's still wanting to prove he's not useless, maybe it's Fukawa praising him for putting together a meeting last time... or maybe he just very badly doesn't want to be alone right now after all. Either way, after a while of laying around he grabs the frog stationery he's been using and start writing some notes. ]

Hey
I know that was really terrible. But I think now is when we should really stick together. Show that bastard he and his bosses can't shake us. Even if you don't agree, you don't have to be alone if you don't want to right now.
I'm going to try and make some food. Feel free to join in the food court.

-Choromatsu

[ Choromatsu himself is currently hanging out in the various kitchens, trying to make something. There's already cookies set out, but they're just plain chocolate this time. No creamy centers or icing art, he didn't have time with this batch. There's also going to eventually be some rice dishes, mainly simple fried rice and some attempts at omurice, but those are going to take a while. Because he's not that much of a cook and when he does cook it's not for this many people, plus it's with an entire kitchen he knows, ingredients included. He certainly won't turn down help or be insulted if anyone just makes their own food instead though. ]

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I find I'm having much the same problem. Accustomed as I am to solitude, I also find myself with the inexplicable desire to continue...whatever all of this is.

Humanity...hurts. More than I remembered it did. And I have yet to decide if human sentiment hurts more or less than isolating oneself.

I... intentionally became as much of a hermit as I could back home. It's very difficult here. Might be easier for the both of us just to keep entertaining these relationships we're building and hope it doesn't end in our deaths.

...I'm afraid even that isn't something I would hope for. But I think perhaps we're better served going along with it. Even were we to try avoiding them, they would only come looking for us eventually.

Kind of hard to avoid people when they've stuck us in mall kiosks with roommates. Unless you want to relocate or kick Hamlet out, you're stuck with that daily dose of interaction the moment you wake.