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]

Right? That'd be a fucked way to go. But maybe if you time it right...

[He doesn't sound super confident, though.]

...Wonder how far up and down it goes.

[tokencanadian]

I'm not sure... and I'd feel really bad if anyone got hurt trying to find out.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah, no. I'm not stupid. But still...

[He looks up the shaft again.]

There's got to be at least one more floor. Right?

[And a part of the spaceport that isn't being used, according to Church's report.]

[tokencanadian]

[stop looking at other people's shafts, Junpei. She's approaching, but slowly, keeping an eye on the elevator.]

There are some things I'm wondering about, things that should be here, I'd think.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He turns his attention back to Pyrrha.]

At least two more concourses. One for my round, one for yours. What else?

[tokencanadian]

[She stops, somewhat instinctively. Whoops.]

Maybe a proper exit to this place, one that isn't part of the concourses. The mall in the simulation did have that... room where we had trials.

Otherwise, I was thinking the exact same thing.

[misanthropicprinciple]

We don't know where Price hangs out, either. Do we?

[tokencanadian]

He used to have an office on Starfield... but come to think of it, I've only ever really see him hanging around the spaceport. If he has his own room, I've never seen it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

And if PAL has a body this time... he's got to be somewhere.

[tokencanadian]

Did PAL not have a body before this? I wonder why he would even bother with one, this time.

[misanthropicprinciple]

There were robotic arms built into the walls of the mansion we were in. My guess is this spaceport isn't equipped like that, so he needs a body in order to manipulate physical objects. SIS has to project herself with hardlight, too, right?

[tokencanadian]

That's true.

[She did give her a good kiss last week...]

The more I hear about this mansion of yours, the more I'm not sure if I would have preferred it to Starfield. It sounds like PAL was pretty different compared to Blaze.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I haven't heard much about what Blaze was like. But PAL...

[He's quiet for a moment, then lifts his robot arm.]

He's the reason I have this.

[tokencanadian]

He... he took your arm?

[misanthropicprinciple]

He killed Kip--our original Overseer. Shot him with a laser thing. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[He looks at his palm, then closes his fist.]

But he did also replace my arm immediately with this. Still not sure what to make of that. Or... what I did make of it, in the time we're missing.

[tokencanadian]

Well, at least you have a working arm. It would be worse if you only had the one, wouldn't it?

[Hmm... She crosses her own arms under her chest.]

I can't believe your group managed to kill an Overseer. A... few people in my group tried to fight ours, but it never turned out well.

[misanthropicprinciple]

No, that's---we didn't kill Kip.

[Junpei drags a hand down his face and breathes out slowly.]

He went against PAL trying to help us, after PAL took over. ...I tried to save him.

[tokencanadian]

Oh! ...Oh. [Ah, that is. hmm.]

I'm so sorry. He didn't deserve to die if all he wanted was to help you. We had a few people that wanted to do the same, and died for it too.