theairlock | Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home

[The ending to a very long day has come, and it couldn't have ended... softer, which isn't the first word Pyrrha would use, as everything about what had happened stung hard. Of all the things Choromatsu could have done, he did what he did out of worry for his friends and family, and instantly regretted it when his plans actually came to fruition. It reminded her of things. Certain things, and certain people, who did so much for their family..

...So that's it, isn't it. I can't save my children.

She can't stand this, this feeling in her stomach. So, she does something about it, pushes herself to help instead of moping all to herself. All she has to do is make a quick visit to the storage closet, and a less... exciting trip to the restaurant. Soon enough, everyone's getting a carefully written letter slipped under their door.]

Hey.
The trial was tough, and draining, but as much as we can, I think we should all stick together. Show PAL and his bosses that he can't shake us. It's what Ardyn would want, and Choromatsu as well.
If you would like some food and company, come to the VIP lounge. I won't force anyone, just know that you're not alone, even if you think you are.
- Pyrrha

[True to her word, Pyrrha's in the VIP lounge. Things have been set up so there's a good amount of food on the tables and bar. Mostly simpler things, like fruits and a few non-cookie snacks from the restaurant, and the packaged food from storage. There's also some fresh coffee, water, and whatever the lounge naturally has at the bar. It should be enough for everyone, if anyone even has the appetite to begin with.

Let's party like we're running out of time.]

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Thought about it. We don't have enough that's high enough proof.

Light some of it on fire.

[Junpei rolls onto his back but throws his arm over his eyes. No looking at anything.]

...I don't want you getting punished again.

It won't kill me.

Maybe it'd be better if it did. You know? Instead of this bullshit.

[Church's arm. Junpei's arm. Burning and electrocution and Ardyn and Yuuri and memories, week after week.]

...Yeah.

But that'd be a damn stupid way to die.

...Nnnnno? [Elaborate.]

Because it'd be pointless. I mean... if it could knock down a door or disarm PAL or something, maybe.

Death's gotta do something useful for it to not be stupid?

...I guess? I guess that's what I've ended up thinking. Sounds callous when you put it that way.

Stupid asshole way of thinking about it. Death doesn't have to mean anything. It's just death. Sometimes it's pointless. War's full of the most pointless deaths.

Yeah. ...Yeah. I never was a soldier. Just a guy. The only deaths I know are... because I got involved in this shit.

Cuz your world's really, incredibly fucked up.

Oh, come on, like yours is any better.

[He half-heartedly throws a pillow at him.]

Mine doesn't have--weird...weird fucking--telepathic cloud timeline travel world ending fate of the world resting on a handful of random people bullshit.

's just got world ending aliens. Which. I don't think they wanna kill us anymore anyway.

So. Fucking nyeh.

[He rolls all the way over, picks the pillow he threw back up, and sits up to swat Church with it.]

Don't nyeh me, asswipe, your world is bizarre. I don't even know where to start with it. Your friend had an alien prophecy baby. Your male friend.

[And then he collapses face-down again into the pillow, but closer to Church this time.]

I remind you that is a once in a lifetime occurrence.

[Take a stuffed elephant to the head. Take it to the head twice!!!]

[Smacks him right back with Carbuncabbit! LIES ON TOP OF HIM!]

In a normal world, it'd be a none in a lifetime occurrence.

[WOW GAY!]

I...have no argument against this, and I hate it. And I hate you what the fuck.

Only because I win.

[This is winning.]

[Church is bigger than you. Do you want to get rolled over into a pile of plush?

Cuz you're getting rolled over into a pile of plush.]

Awggh--!

[Well, now he's kicking and struggling, largely ineffectually. Probably because he's not trying very hard.]

What the hell! Dude, you're like three hundred pounds, get off!

You're fine, you little dweeb. Sometimes I wanna find a locker and shove you in.

Which is. kinda weird, I used to be the dweeby nerdface.

I like this body.

[He flops back over, and now here they are, laying in stuffed critters. Like dweebs.]

Your face is a dweeby little nerdface.

[After a period of quiet, Junpei sits up, reaches over, grabs a blanket from his nest on the floor, and drags it over both of them on the critter pile. Looks like he's staying over here now.]

Too warm?

[Is this okay?]

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