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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Comments

[helladoptera]

Just the one. But there's a great museum nearby I've been hella missing since I went back to Arcadia Bay, that's where I usually try to go when I'm in this neighborhood.

cw: kiiiiinda suicidal ideation

[misanthropicprinciple]

What kind of museum?

[Also, if you jump from the top of the Space Needle in the holodeck, do you feel the rush in real life? Questions Junpei is considering.]

[helladoptera]

A music museum. Very cool, very... Seattle.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I've never been. I spent most of my time stateside around Nevada.

[He crosses his arms, then finally leans back from the edge to stare at the sky instead.]

You wanna protect your ears or something? I don't have Church's pipes, but I do keep up with him.

[helladoptera]

Nevada, huh? You'll have to tell me why sometime.

[ She lifts her hands towards them. ]

At the ready if I need to.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He nods, waits, takes another breath, and--wow okay that is some lung capacity he's applying to just fucking screaming.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

[Junpei empties his whole chest out, as loud as he can, as long as he can, until he actually drops to his knees to catch his breath, arms wrapped around himself, shoulders heaving.]

[helladoptera]

[ fUCKING YIKES, OKAY YEAH, HANDS ARE NEEDED, SORRY BUDDY.

But when he's done, she walks over to kneel next to him. ]

You weren't kidding.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hehheh. I've had a lot of practice. [You know, screaming. He pants a second more, chin angled away, then looks out at the sky again.] Good idea, Max. Feels a little better to get that off my chest.

[helladoptera]

One of Chloe Price's best lessons: when you can't beat something up, screaming helps. Arcadia Bay doesn't have a lot of good screaming places, unless you want to hike out into the woods.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Hmm. Sounds... naturey.

[helladoptera]

Very naturey. Which can be cool, or can be... well, the kids in Stand By Me found a dead body, and that freaked tiny Max out of going into the woods much for a couple years.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ah. Yeah. That would, uh, do it.

[He remembers his first body. Lol!1 Good times!!!]

[helladoptera]

[ so does she!! ]

I didn't even have to go out of town to find one, when I did.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I ended up on the other side of the world. But I didn't know that at the time.

[helladoptera]

... Behind the town junkyard. That- she was the first one I didn't... watch die in front of me.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...We all heard him explode. Behind the numbered door. He was so desperate, and there was nothing anyone could do. We didn't even know what to do. In every history, that's how the game started.

cw assisted suicide mention

[helladoptera]

You got me there, I've never seen or heard someone... [ She swallows. ] I watched Chloe die a few times. Mostly by bullets, once by- [ She visibly winces. ] ... by me, but. That was complicated.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I'm sorry. I never had to...

[He's never been asked even to hurt that most important person in his life. Junpei reaches over to rub her shoulder, then draws his hand away again.]

I've... killed, but never directly. There was always a layer of remove between my action and the result. Like the way we vote, here--just like that.

[helladoptera]

It wasn't... she asked me to, when it happened, so. At least no one else was making me. [ small? comforts???? ] All the other times people died were just because I couldn't find a way to stop it. I... I watched a man die like ten times in a row while I tried to figure out how to help him.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Yeah, that arm's going right around her shoulders and staying there so he can tug her to his side a little.]

I'm so sorry, Max. That's not... something anyone good should have to see.

[helladoptera]

It's... somehow, the death is the easier bad stuff to talk about.

[ She smiles at him a little. ]

Mind if I take a sec and do the screaming thing?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Please. [Gestures to the grand view.] I'm honored you're sharing this yell time with me.

[helladoptera]

We both need it.

[ She stands up. ]

I'm not going to say you need to cover your ears because I'm not that loud, but. Anyway.

[ She clears her throat.

[o] AAAAAAAAAAA
[△] FUCK TIME TRAVEL
[□] FUCK MARK JEFFERSON
[o] FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He doesn't cover his ears, but he does clap, at least.]

Brava! You know, you gotta let it come from here.

[He pats his diaphragm, down below his lungs.]

[helladoptera]

Yours is definitely the mightier roar, between the two of us. I'll keep that in mind for next time, though.