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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[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei wasn't around Sunday. He isn't around for much of Monday, either. And anyone knocking on Room 9 won't find him there.

He only finally leaves Room 7 in the late afternoon. There are, unsurprisingly, new areas to check out, and so he does. He raids the convenience store for snacks. He browses the gates, though there's nothing there he wants to see. The whole time, Ruri and Son of Ruri orbit his feet. Neither of them have knives. That probably means Junpei still has one.

Oddly, he stops by the art room for a while. Most of that time, he's just sitting in a chair with his arms folded, staring off at the wall, waiting for something to dry.

A little after dinnertime, he stops by Room 4 to leave a paperback novel with the cover painted white at Yuuri's memorial. Inside, most of the pages have been entirely blacked out, but there are a few that are different.

Some have poetry.

There's a slim piece of cardstock like a bookmark at one of the poems. On it, in Junpei's clear handwriting, is a note.

Couldn't figure out how to make it a White Day present until now.

Sorry I couldn't return it sooner.

That's where he stays for a while, crouched in front of Yuuri's and Ardyn's memorials, the roombas at his back.]

art room

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika's already in there, but she seems mostly absorbed in painting this huge, cutesy banner.]

Oh, good morning... you're making something too?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Finishing something I started, anyway.

[Good morning? What's good about it? Nothing is what.]

[ratherdoweddings]

Okay! Did your group decorate the area, too?

[misanthropicprinciple]

What? Here?

[ratherdoweddings]

Or the last place! Though I suppose you were in a mansion, not a boring old space station.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...The girls did stuff with flowers. In the garden.

[They also taped Church to the wall one time, but Junpei doesn't remember that yet. :(]

[ratherdoweddings]

I see... I'll bet it made things a little more bearable.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Like you said, our surroundings weren't so terrible in the first place.

[ratherdoweddings]

I don't know, even a nice place still has murder in it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I guess there is something about making a physical change that makes you feel like you have more control over an uncontrollable situation.

[ratherdoweddings]

That's true. And in our space station, we were sending messages to someone called "Temerity," who was helping us in code. If we stood by them, we put red flowers on our doors. So I came up with a cover, the "Space Station Beautification Project," where we put all kinds of art and decorations all over the entire station to distract from it! It was a little fun. Even Togami-san finally got into it, though he complained the whole way.

[misanthropicprinciple]

That does sound like Togami. [After a moment, though, he perks up just a mite.] This "Temerity"--that was someone from outside?

Outside Room 4

[cyan_maid]

[Hey there Senpai. It's...honestly luck that Jane's nearby in the hall when you're done having your moment with the memorials, because even if she knew you were in there she wouldn't have barged in to have the important talk that they need to have. Honestly? The memorials are more important. But, uh. If you are done, Junpei, Jane has stopped to look over at the opening door, and she seems...hesitant to approach, but also still, as if running would only delay the inevitable awkwardness.]

...Uh...

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hey. Walk with me?

[He doesn't want to have this conversation here in the memorial room, either. Even if the dead can see and hear everything everywhere, anyway.]

I haven't eaten yet. Mind coming with me to one of the restaurants?

[cyan_maid]

...Sure.

[Sure to walking with him? Sure to going to a restaurant? It's both, definitely both. They can't go on yelling around the one monument they made themselves to the dead.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[A-walking we will go.]

...So you wanted to apologize.

[cyan_maid]

...Yeah. For...calling you a whore, and a baby. I'm...sorry.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He splutters a little.]

You called me a what? I mean, I remember the baby part, but--Christ. Wow. That's... almost impressive, actually.

[cyan_maid]

Y...yeah, no, I said it. And I treated you like crap and threw my shoes at you...and I shouldn't have.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I do remember the shoes. And being treated like crap.

[And he's not saying it's okay, this time. Not right away.]

Are those things you said what you really think of me?

[cyan_maid]

[I mean. It's not okay? She'd argue it was, is, was never, and will never be okay to verbally shit on a grieving man.

As for Junpei's question, Jane is quiet as she thinks about it. She doesn't want to counter with an "of course not", because - that's reflexive, that's trying to avoid confrontation and it's not true, and she owes him the truth.]

...I don't think you're a whore. Or a baby. But...there's part of me that does think, yes, you...ought to try and grow up a little. And. And stop being stupid and fatalistic and...

[She stops, biting her bottom lip. Yeah, this is really helping Jane, good job.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Fair enough. I think you should stop thinking you know everything at seventeen and throwing a moralizing hissy fit every time people don't act the way you want them to. That's me and Xander both, now.

[Just in case she needs reminding.]

But I also think you're smart as hell and a decent person who'll want to work on those things. Am I wrong?

[cyan_maid]

...Yeah. Those are fair points.

[Even now, she still doesn't learn.]

No, you're not wrong.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm not sorry about telling you to fuck off. You're a big girl, you can handle that kind of language.

[C...learly...]

What I am sorry for is making all of you watch me taste-test that icing. So. I'm sorry, too.