Max Caulfield (
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theairlock2018-03-24 03:40 pm
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now the world is only white noise, frequencies that I can't understand
[ Well, that was some shit! Uh. To avoid pulling a Junpei and retreating somewhere, Max instead gathers up a couple people to help and goes to the first floor restaurant to set up some food, because fuck asking everyone to use the elevators. After getting some batter mixed, she writes up some notes! ]
Hey. Food in the first floor restaurant, if you're hungry.
Breakfast and burgers!:)
- Max, Pyrrha, Arianna
[ True to her word, there's a steady stream of waffles, pancakes, and some burgers coming out of the kitchen, as well as a bunch of (non-alcoholic) drinks on a table with a sign that says "BYOB if you want booze." ]
Breakfast and burgers!
- Max, Pyrrha, Arianna
[ True to her word, there's a steady stream of waffles, pancakes, and some burgers coming out of the kitchen, as well as a bunch of (non-alcoholic) drinks on a table with a sign that says "BYOB if you want booze." ]
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Thanks a lot. I have to wonder about some things...
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[Let Pyrrha help with making that plate up for you, Yurika.]
What are you wondering about?
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[Yurika smiles.]
Mostly P.A.L. and what was going on. He was giving those messages in binary, and from what Church-san and Heart-san said, it didn't sound anything like he normally does.
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But she still does come to the party later, eyes red and expression tired, and she...makes a burger using waffles as a bun and eats it quietly, staring into space and thinking. Sometimes she dips it in a little puddle of maple syrup. She's, uh, not too focused on the now, but...she IS here, finally?]
room 11
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[And it is! Come on in, Arianna. Jane's at her desk, a vaguely rabbit-shaped robot laid out on the soft brown of her God Tier hood. He's covered in what looks like white paste, a box of baking soda nearby, while she has her back to the door and carefully disassembles the hardlight she'd been holding onto.]
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duty-free shop
Oh, there you are, Jane-chan, I've been looking all over! Did you get something?
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[Look at all this. Do you want the shipping tea, Yurika? It's Kaiba/Akira, apparently. Jane sniffs, her eyes red.]
And I'm just...sort of looking around for anything people didn't want, I guess.
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storage closet
...is this for that robot?
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[Yeah she's got a bucket now too, and her eyes are red...]
Um...yeah. I kept meaning to go to you and to Nari and work on him, but...stuff happened, and...if I don't start on something for him, I might...
[She might end up dead before he could go back online.]
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Hey there, thanks for coming.
[ But just before the end she actually... bails, and heads up to the holodeck, which she's turned into a... junkyard? It's very specifically just the junkyard, weirdly, it seems she actually told the holodeck to just cut off entirely at the edge of it. Max herself is just... sitting on the edge of the roof of a boat. ]
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She didn't expect that Max would go to the holodeck, and she didn't think she would find... this in there.]
...I don't suppose you'd mind some company.
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Not at all. Climb on up the boat.
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No, once they're out of the trial room, and he's got Junpei's ring secured along the others, and he's got Heart's necklace also around his neck, he's going to the holodeck. Actually he's going down the concourse at a pretty good clip. Just short of running, I'd say.
Junpei's not there, of course. He still needs to find out where the bodies are being kept (and who's moving them). He still needs to talk to SIS about the Big Sister. They'll have to find out what's going to become of PAL.
But not right now. He can't. His brain is buzzing and his skin is crawling and the plain cube of dark, lined space feels like at least the slightest balm. He has to breathe. He must...remember...to breathe.
Champion of Loss. Champion of Loss. He'd asked for this, had to go asking for something stupid and reckless and impulsive in his grief, and he knows it's stupid but it feels more than ever like somehow this is his fault. Like he goaded PAL into it. Like Junpei's promise that he'd work on the way out while Church mother-henned everyone put him at greater risk. He's the only glaive left. He's the last one. You can't have a Kingsglaive with just one person. Why is he left alive?
He recreates a snowy, icy world, and he sits in the middle of it all. It somehow doesn't feel quite right with the dead bodies or anything, but he's gonna...hold off on that. For now. Just some distant bases on an icy fuck world, and Church shivering in the snow like a fucking goober.
He's totally okay.]
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Or don't ask and sit there shivering like an asshole until your spaceport's AI takes pity on you and materializes on top of the snow in a terribly weather-inappropriate circle skirt and blouse. She surveys the scene with a small frown before disappearing and then reappearing with a heavy blanket that she unceremoniously drapes over Church's head.]
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[And now he's smothered to death in a big blanket--wait no. He flails about until he finds an edge and pokes out of it.]
SIS...? Are you, uh, lookin' after me now?
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holodeck
Wow, even the temperature...
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Is...there a party? There's always a party. Get-together. I'm not um. I'm not. fit. for that. If that's what you're here for.
...Or I'm hogging the room, I'm hogging the room aren't I, you want to use it.
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Passing by the holodeck... Fukawa saw him. Saw him in his snowy ice hell.
That's why about five minutes later the entire comforter of her bed is dropped over his head a little. Then she sits next to him.
She's glad her uniform skirt is longer it's hella cold in here. But it doesn't matter. She'd be here anyway.]
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Have you had enough to eat? If you've yet to have breakfast, I highly recommend Dame Max's waffles. Or lunch, perhaps? I'm quite proud of my hamburgers. We don't have them in Caledonia, but the recipe was simple enough to learn...
[Yeah, she'll go on like this for as long as you let her. Maybe she can bury her feelings under chatter!
When things start winding down, she leaves and heads for the VIP lounge, where she does what unfortunately seems like it's going to be her usual post-trial routine here: she gets some paper, and makes memorial markers for Junpei and Heart. But... then she just... stares at them and cries. They may or may not actually make it to room 4 tonight.]
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[She sighs and looks at her burger.]
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Eventually, she finds a seat to nibble on her own burger while she peers through one of her older items, a small book about roomba repair and other things.]
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