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

[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?

[tokencanadian]

[Just let Pyrrha put on her SKEPTICALS]

Well... good for you. I know things have been pretty stressful around here, so we have to do whatever we can to help one another.

[cyan_maid]

That's right! And, you know, food is generally good, right? So it helps everyone!

[tokencanadian]

Food is good! It seems so easy to forget that sometimes. [Ahaha she hasn't been eating her three meals in a while.]

Not to mention, now we have more options than the... restaurant.

[that Ardyn died in]

[cyan_maid]

...

[Yeah that...slows her manic pace down a little.]

I. I've been...kind of scared of cooking in there, after. After what happened.

[tokencanadian]

[Slowing is... good. At least with one way to look at it.</small.] I know what you mean. I wasn't... I knew everyone wouldn't want to come to a meeting in there, so I made sure to get together whatever food that was... easier. Things that no one would worry about. Ever since we got these new places, I've barely taken a foot inside it.

[cyan_maid]

...I remember...the first person who died, in our group, they...died in the art room we had. And, ever since then, I couldn't go back in there for very long. It...I'd just see her body...

[tokencanadian]

[Pyrrha doesn't speak, for a long pause... until,]

...Someone I really cared about died in the exercise yard our group had. I-I went back to it, in the following weeks, but I could never stop thinking that I would... see her there...

[cyan_maid]

[Oh God. Oh God, they all had places like that, didn't they?]

...And - and then the gym we had, that was...a-and the diner, too, a friend of mine was...

[tokencanadian]

[Oh no. Don't cry. Don't start crying now, keep it together, Pyrrha.]

Some were just... killed right in front of us. I couldn't believe it.

[cyan_maid]

...Fucking hell-

[Nope it's cry time. It's soft, prickly little tears time.]

[tokencanadian]

[Oh no, no no no.]

I-I'm sorry, Jane. I shouldn't have brought it up- I shouldn't have said anything!

[cyan_maid]

No, no it's...it's fine, I...

[Sniffs, rubs her eyes hastily.]

It's just - more patterns between us all, right? Just more crap to pile up onto our situation, it's really...

[tokencanadian]

...It's really crappy.

[Pardon her language.]

We've been put through so much... far, far too much. I just wish it would end.

[cyan_maid]

...If we don't figure out a way to put a rightful stop to it, not their stop...I don't know what we'll do.