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

[misanthropicprinciple]

It's worse than bad, Touko.

...Help me look after Church? He's really... he can't take this. And I can't take it for him, not when I'm...

[He struggles, holds his breath, breathes.]

They're watching, but I can't... pull myself up. I can only hang on. And that's not enough to get through this.

[induality]

...I don't know how much I can do but... I'll do my best.

[At his worst, Church wouldn't even answer her. She's not that confident-- but it doesn't mean she won't try.]

...but you're wrong. Hanging on... it can be enough. So... if that's what you have to do then... just. Focus on yourself. If that's what you need to do to get yourself out of here alive then do that. Even if it means pushing us away a little... that's okay. Just... survive. Whatever way you need to.

That's what they would want.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...You'll cover me if I hole up in my room with frozen leftovers and a microwave?

[induality]

Yeah, of course I would. [...] You know, if we came up with a signal, I could bring you real food too.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He laughs faintly.]

A signal, huh? Should I cut out the silhouette of a girl with twintails and put it in front of a flashlight?