Week 7

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[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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Comments

[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.

[cyan_maid]

...

[She breathes out, squeezes her eyes shut for a moment.]

So I guess you get it now. Why all of me is...why no one in their right mind would...you know. Because - who likes a know-it-all, right?

[misanthropicprinciple]

You literally just told me you wanted to work on it.

[cyan_maid]

[She groans, pinching the bridge of her nose, but bites back the stupid comment she wants to say. You want to fix it, right, Jane? Prove it. There's a lot more in you that needs to change besides belief in others.]</small.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Right? There you go. You didn't call me a dick or a slut or that you can't change or anything.

[cyan_maid]

Mmmmmgh.

[I think at this point it is well established that so long as someone decides to change, it's possible - she won't argue with that.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I have no intention of running off and abandoning you guys here, Li'l J. Even at the trial... What I am's twisted up to hell, but I really did want to help. Or to keep fighting, or however you want to put it.

[He turns aside and rubs the back of his neck.]

I'll just... uh, find a less boneheadedly suicidal way to do that, I guess. I mean, you know. I'll work on it. Does that work?

[cyan_maid]

...

[She nods. A lot. Her expression's grim and sad and guilty, but she nods regardless.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Then... are we okay?

[cyan_maid]

...I mean...yes? I hope...I hope we are. Aren't we at least...maybe a little okay?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm okay with being a little okay if you're a little okay with being okay. Or... vice versa, or something.

[cyan_maid]

...Yeah. Then - yeah, I'm fine with that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...You want a hug, kiddo?

[cyan_maid]

...

[She nods, but looks incredibly small in doing so. Incredibly young - as young as she actually is, humble and guilted. She's never actually been able to try and repair a friendship, and this is...she doesn't know if this is right or if she is actually okay, just that she fucked up, and she needs to make up for it.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

All right, c'mere.

[Jane has unlocked the secret that only teenage girls can know--well, teenage girls and Church. And Ardyn? Okay, maybe a lot of people know this secret.

The secret is that Junpei Tenmyouji is great at hugs.]

We're okay, Jane. Okay?

[cyan_maid]

[He is surprisingly good at hugs, and it drives her to hug him extra good, too.]

O-Okay. We're...yeah. We're okay.

[Or they will be, at some point.]