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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[cyan_maid]

[Well. I guess it's Tuesday, you fat, nasty trash - and by that, we specify that PAL is the fat, nasty trash, because fuck him. Seriously. Fuck him and his dumb motives, fuck him and being able to screw with everyone's minds, fuck...him...up the ass...with a crowbar...seriously. After the motive, Jane is on edge - they all are, they're all scared, they've all just lost people who were important to them and they were bound to lose more unless someone acted. And Jane...she can't. She doesn't want to kill. Even if she forgets all their names and faces, she can't do that to the people who are gone.

You'd be forgiven for thinking her holing up in the Bar 'n Grill and cooking is done out of peppy, chipper energy, but then again, the manic tenseness of her entire body sends a very clear signal that Jane is afraid. Afraid of how far PAL's reach could go, afraid of who she could wake up losing tomorrow, afraid of being torn from the purpose that she was only beginning to unearth within herself again. She cooks in here most of the day, and if you want some of whatever she makes, she won't stop you - in fact, it'd probably help with her mood to show that you trust her right now. But you're not obligated to eat her food.

It's in the evening, in both Concourses, where the food's purpose is apparent. For each person, Jane sets up a little memorial of sorts, putting a bowl of the various things she's cooked out for everyone who is gone. Even when she gets to the Concourse of her own group and lingers at the desks with their names blackened out, their pictures gone, she leaves something. And she sits by Gate 2-8 when she is done, with her hands folded, and she thinks. And she thinks. And she relentlessly, stubbornly sits there and tries to stay awake.

Can't take her memories if she doesn't sleep, asshole.]

Bar 'n Grill

[tokencanadian]

[Lunch comes around. Pyrrha knew she had to eat, even if she wanted to spend the day simply thinking, trying to fight something that none of them have the slightest idea of how to control. So it was a moot point, and she needed food.

That's when she walks into the restaurant, and spots Jane already here, hard at work. It's almost comforting... at least at first.]

Jane? Is... all this food for us?

[cyan_maid]

It is if you'd like some!

[Is she making mac and cheese? Yes. Yes, from scratch, because fuck it. There's already some sauteed veggies and meatballs in what's...actually tonkatsu sauce, but fuck it, Jane doesn't know Japan.]

But if you'd rather not, I completely understand!

[tokencanadian]

[She wants all of that in her face immediately.]

N-nonsense! I would be happy to give it a try!

[The meatballs and veggies are already enough to try, so she'll grab a bowl...]

I almost feel like I should be paying you for this.

[cyan_maid]

What? Oh - no no, please, I'm cooking because I want to! Don't worry about that!

[When you try it, you find...the food is good! Not gourmet, but like the kind of thing a mom might make when trying to cook something "different" for dinner and hitting on something interesting.]

[tokencanadian]

[Itadakimasu

This isn't the kind of thing Pyrrha usually eats herself, so it's easy to say that she's pleasantly surprised!]

Oh my. This is good, Jane! I can see you definitely know your stuff when it comes to cooking.

[cyan_maid]

A-Aw shucks, thank you. Please, enjoy!

[She really did make a lot, and it doesn't look like she's going to stop cooking soon.]

[tokencanadian]

[She nods, and she will! It's pretty simple to just take a seat here and eat her fill. Of course, that also means she can watch Jane do her thing, and it eventually brings her to a pause.]

Are you preparing for a food-shortage, Jane?

[cyan_maid]

Huh? Oh, uh, no, I'm just...getting out some of this energy of mine, focusing on something nice and not terrible, you know?

bar'n'grill

[motherfucking_ghost]

Food food food food food. [Please. Give him. He has not been eating well.] Please and thank you. I still have manners somewhere.

[cyan_maid]

[Food? Food. Food is here. By now there's probably mac and cheese done, in addition to veggies and meatballs, and now Jane's paused over...a salad? A really nice fucking salad. A tricked out salad. And she...looks at Church, but doesn't stop him.]

...Uh...you're very welcome, I...y-you're not scared to eat it?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[He might be a dude whose favorite thing he's ever eaten is a decked out cheeseborger, but a salad is fine, too. Gotta have a healthy along with a not. He'll take some of everything, as he piles a plate. ...Look he's a big boy who's eaten like shit lately.]

You're not gonna poison everyone in the middle of the day. Or anyone at all. I don't think.

[cyan_maid]

[I mean, no judgement there, care for yourself Church.]

...Well...thank you for having faith in me, then. You're right. I would never do anything to food like that - I don't want to.

[She is also relieved you are having some salads.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I also definitely want to think you wouldn't kill anyone at all. You and 'Rika are like the only ones I trust to...not. Like. Ever.

[cyan_maid]

...Really? Just...just Yurika and I?

[motherfucking_ghost]

With the right motivation, the right pressure, I think anyone could. Yurika's too happy, I don't think she's got it in her to just kill someone. You'd resist. Much as you can. You probably could keep yourself from doing it. Everyone else I think has it in them, one way or another.

[cyan_maid]

...Hah...ahahah...me, resist something. Me. That's...it's a bit confusing to explain why, but, that's really, really funny. In a terrible, I-shouldn't-laugh-about-this way.

[She shakes her head and smiles sadly, turning back to the salad. Woo, gonna toss some greens.]

But...well, I guess that's what we've been doing the longer we hold out, right? Resist.

Bar 'n Grill

[myocordial]

[He shouldn't really be surprised to see someone busy in here. Stress cooking seems a common coping mechanism for a lot of champions and today there's even more reason to be stressed...]

Keeping yourself busy?

[cyan_maid]

[Looks like we've moved from salad to...honestly, it took her this long to get to cupcakes, and it's shocking enough that it did, but here they are. Jane turns when Heart speaks up, already pretty tired from running around the kitchen.]

Oh...um, yes, I am. [A pause.] Did you want the kitchen for a bit? I can, um, take a break - I probably should anyway, if you wanted to, you know, work on...cooking stuff.

[She has not forgotten your attempt at rice in the simulation.]

[myocordial]

I can always do that at a later time, don't worry about it. But judging from your current state, perhaps taking a break would be a good idea anyway?

You seem tired.

[cyan_maid]

Ahah, um...well...a little bit? I've just. You know, been trying to keep busy.

[If she keeps busy she won't dwell on the new holes in her memory, the holes she is now painfully obvious of and will pick and pick at.]

[myocordial]

I understand, of course. However, I don't think you can keep that up for the rest of the week.

...Well, perhaps you could, but I don't think it would end well.

[cyan_maid]

N-No, probably not, right? And what would we even do with all the leftovers?

[myocordial]

Well, I suppose we wouldn't need to worry about feeding everyone for the next few weeks. But unless something suddenly happens to the kitchen, I don't think we need to be that prepared.

Why don't you take it easy for at least a little while? Give yourself a chance to breathe.

[cyan_maid]

...

[She looks over the cupcakes she's mixing up...and then puts the mixing spoon down and sighs, running her hands through her hair.]

I. I really should. I'm just doing what I did before, working like crazy to not think about things...but I'm probably going to hurt myself if I don't calm down, right?