Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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[helladoptera]

[ Her memories are... a lot to deal with, on the best of weeks, but oh good this one is mostly her thinking very hard about something she's been trying not to think about since she arrived. So instead of dwelling on that, it's time to bury some feelings by exploring the new floor! Surely nothing will go-

Oh. Concourses. Concourses with people's names and photos and... oh. Gate 1-17. Max just kind of stops and stares, for a good long while. ]

Champion of... are you fucking cereal right now?

[ Then she decides that whatever else is in the concourses frankly she would rather not so she explores the middle section and finds... oh, the holodeck. Anyone who follows her in will find Max in a... bedroom? It definitely doesn't look like her style, but from the way she's slowly walking around it and smiling it looks like somewhere she's happy to be.

Later on in the day she goes to the art room and starts... roughing out a painting, it looks like? She's busily sketching out what looks like a nice small town by the sea, and getting some rough shapes in on the canvas.

And at some point in the day, she goes looking for Aiden Price, and also heads down to the Information Desk. ]

Hey, uh... SIS?

[airlockedmods]

[There's not an immediate response from SIS like there usually is. But after a minute or two she blinks into existance in front of Max.]

Good afternoon, Max. How can I help you?

[helladoptera]

Hi! [ she cute, oh no ] I was just wondering, uh... there isn't any hair dye in this place, is there?

[airlockedmods]

If you look in the convenience store on the next floor you may find what you're looking for.

[helladoptera]

Really? Sweet, thanks.

[ a beat ]

Also, uh... nice to meet you? I don't think I've talked to you yet.

[airlockedmods]

I have been observing you with everyone else since you woke up.

But it is nice to formally meet you, Max.

[helladoptera]

Right... guess I have to get used to the idea of being watched.

[ you know. just by SIS and the dead people. obviously. ]

How uh... are you holding up? That seems to be the question of the day after trials.

[airlockedmods]

I am...fine. I am fine. [She's smiling and perky as ever but there's definitely a weird, underlying forcefulness in it.]

How are you?

[helladoptera]

I'm... you know. Not great, but gotta. Gotta keep hanging in there, right?

holodeck

[nightcure]

[ After spending probably way too much time by Luna's gate, Noctis finds the holodeck. For a while, he doesn't say anything, but he watches Max.

It's been a while since she smiled like that. He's quiet for a little longer, and then he clears his throat. ]

Hey.

[helladoptera]

[ It really has, huh?

Anyway, she turns when he speaks up. ]

Hey.

[nightcure]

What is this place? Somewhere from home?

[helladoptera]

It's uh... Chloe's room. Back home.

[nightcure]

[ Ah. ]

No wonder you look so happy in here.

[helladoptera]

Yeah, it's... I guess I can't go see the real thing right now, but being in here again is... it's great.

[nightcure]

It seems like a pretty good placeholder, at least.

[ It feels... strangely intrusive, being in a place like this, which is why he's sort of still hovering at the entrance. ]

Man, that they gave us something like this... It's nice, huh.

[helladoptera]

Would have been kind of amazing to have back at the last one, huh?

Gate 1-17

[induality]

[Oh. Hey. Max is checking out the concourse too. Fukawa goes over to meet her and is about to ask what-- or who, she supposes, she's looking at. But then she gets a glimpse of the gate and immediately stops.]

...oh. Hell. No.

[The fuck is wrong with these people?!]

[helladoptera]

[ oh hey fukawa are you here for pain too? ]

I don't... of course they matched our titles. How cute.

[induality]

...they probably think they're really clever.

[she sure doesn't think so either.]

[helladoptera]

Probably. Ugh.

[ the more she looks at it, the angrier she gets. until... ]

... you know, if this is Chloe's space, I think I know how she'd want us to remember her.

[induality]

[something good has to give.]

...yeah? How's that?

[whatever it is, she's in.]

[helladoptera]

We have an art room now, right? Have you ever vandalized anything?

[induality]

...a few times, so to speak.

[heh. well-- they were the prison crew. might as well live up to their legends or such.]

Let's do this her way then.

[helladoptera]

Well I haven't, but we're going to need markers and... paint, probably. It'll be fun.