theairlock | Week 8

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!week 8

Week 8

[This weekend has brought about some unusual questions about your resident robotic Overseer, but unfortunately, you've also lost two more of your own to an accidental death.

You've done your best with the star charts, but if anyone is coming to help you, there is no sign of it yet. SIS remains the only friendly face here, even as you've found that she holds her own secrets. Meanwhile, yet another new floor has opened up - the elevators are in perfect working order now, if any of you care to go and see it. That's four concourses now; one for each of your groups. There's an awful lot of dead, aren't there?]

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[The memories come as they have every week before. This week... is bittersweet. Words from the past echo in her head

Corazón. That's heart in Spanish. And that's what you've been for me in this place.

...me? You're crazier than I thought. The Champion Stalker... "Genocider Sho"... a serial killer... what kind of heart does someone like that have to offer to... to someone like you?

What kind of heart can you offer me? The same kind I want to offer you, Touko: hurt, a little broken, but real. Every week I prayed no one else would die, but every week I kept looking for you first, scared you were gone. I couldn't stand the thought of it. So even if the Future Foundation doesn't want you? I do.

For a few hours she stays in room 1-- she's writing something. Several something's. After all-- she has to be prepared. But as soon as she's done she makes herself keep going. She forces herself up and goes out to investigate the new areas. The one that really catches her eye is... the Space License Plate Factory.]

This is--! [She bites her lip.] It's not just the concourses, this place reflects the different rounds. It's not just people... it's places too. [She decides to give the equipement a test-- to see if she can make plates like they did before.

Eventually she also checks out the personal gates-- primarily that of her round. She stands in front of Leon's. There's a frustrated look on her face.]

...there really wasn't any more killing between us after that. Twice... I watched my classmates stop the killing and-- [She shakes her head hard.] S-stop it. You can't keep doing that Fukawa. They're counting on you.

[ Ah.

He wakes up, the memory of killing Blaze Dudely fresh in his mind. Well. Now his title makes a lot more sense. For a long time he just... lays there in bed. He remembers, too, escaping. He remembers--

He remembers watching Luna in her wedding dress, dancing in the diner. Noctis inhales sharply, and he clenches his hand into a tight fist. Hey, roommate, maybe check on your buddy?

... After that, he gets to exploring. He has an idea of what he will find on the new floor, and he immediately goes to the concourse. From Mako's gate, he takes the scarf. He had promised to return it, after all, and he will once they're all free.

Then, he returns downstairs to grab a bite to eat. He hits up Spacebucks for a coffee that's got less sugar and cream than usual. Huh. He also has a pastry in hand, a cheese danish, and he has a sketchbook at his elbow.

Once he's finished eating... he draws. He draws people he knows, just in case their memories are messed with again. And he draws Prompto and Luna, because... well. If he forgets them, he's not sure he could take it. ]

Edited 2018-03-25 23:06 (UTC)

["I BELIEVE IN OUR GROUP! I BELIEVE IN OUR FAMILY!!"

"Sir PAL... please... Let me see that she is alive..."

"PLAY EPISIDE TWENTY-NINE!"

"Kip Larimer had nowhere else to go."

"Then-- then it's all yours! I'm proud to call you my sister."

Arianna wakes up, whimpers, and tries to go back to sleep. Maybe she can dream that none of this has happened and everything is fine. That everything is okay, like it was before. That her family hasn't died for the sake of a television show.

Television show. It seems so obvious now.

Eventually she finally gives up on this and heads for the diner for... breakfast? Lunch? Neither, as it turns out, because she overshoots the second floor and ends up on the third. Confused and disoriented, having momentarily forgotten what to expect, she wanders onto Concourse 3. It's not long before she spots gate 2, which she stares at, and realizes where she is.

She runs away, as if fearing for her life, fleeing into the garden. Where she collapses, sobbing, to the apparent concern of several pigeons and one small robot.

Arianna does not leave the garden for the rest of the day.]

Good morning.

[Yurika sets down a tin of tea leaves and starts to try and boil the water... hopefully she can do that, at least?]

You're drawing something?

That's true. Our own concourse had two rooms from ours.

[Yurika takes a deep breath and looks over the machinery.]

License plates, though?

[Yurika comes into the garden with a pencil in her hand and some weird note on her PIP. She pauses and runs right over to Arianna.]

Arianna-chan!

Hey, Yurika.

[ He believes in her! ]

I'm, ah, not that good, but... yeah. Luna.

[There are a lot of things to think about. That last week was... a lot for them. But Noctis...

When she'd finished with her writing, she uses her look around to find him. It's not until the concourse that she runs into him. She puts everything else aside and runs over to him.]

N-Noctis!

Touko.

[ It's a breath of relief, and he automatically reaches to pull her into a hug. ]

[She breathes out and wraps her arms around him.]

...it's almost over. Almost... almost all of our memories are back now.

[ He holds her close, one hand at the back of her head. ]

... Yeah. Hell of a finale we went through, huh.

It was on the prison ship. It probably was designed for prison labor...

We... this is what we used to make our memorial. We had... we had a wall with plates on it.

[I can't condemn you to an execution! I can't fucking condemn anyone anymore!!! I don't want to and I've been sick of it since Toby was launched into space no matter how furious I was at him - I'm NOT going to DO IT anymore!

She was so tired.

I won't have to return it to her. I'll be returning it to you.

She was hurting so thoroughly.

...I forgive you. Deserve or not...you've got us.

And she wasn't going to let go of anyone anymore.

Those are the memories that flood Jane's mind, of grief and fear and of a lockdown that ended in Bolton's body cold and bled out on the floor of the dance studio. Of the final straw that broke her back, of seeing that other side of the space station where a different game took place, where Roxy died and Jamie mourned while her heart broke at his humanity and his life before the cold expanse of space. Of realizing how much like her father Xander had become to her, of the group one by one refusing to vote, how she managed to convince Thomasin to join them, and the impossible mechanics that kept them all alive in that tiny place...the Doctor, taking them through the portrait. Waking up in a pod. Being...upset and angry, furiously so, from something she can't really pinpoint, not exactly, not yet - it may hit her later, as the memories settle. But she remembers...

She remembers why and how and when Xander became "Dad". For a little bit, Jane lets herself cry, and is grateful that things finally make sense again.

Like last week, she spends her morning checking on Yurika and Xander, less to offer comfort and more to offer solidarity. They know how they survived down to those people whom they escaped with. There musn't be much left to remember now, right? They could do this.

You might briefly run into her on the second level of the spaceport in Sprax Sibs, quietly lingering over a selection of clothes, unsure as she runs her thumb over the magenta coloring of the blazer. After this, though? She puts on the outfit and heads to the new area and gets to exploring. Universe gets a lot of her attention as she picks out various tech to take back to her room to cannibalize into Seb, but she also stares at the Aquarium for a while, curious about all the alien fish on display. She also checks out Concourses 3 and 4, pausing at every familiar face, quiet and contemplative.]

Edited 2018-03-25 23:31 (UTC)

Ugh, don't remind me...

...I guess I did help in the end though. [She offers a weak smile.] You're all crazy for letting me fly that thing though.

[More seriously though--]

...are you okay?

Captain... Yurika...

[She doesn't move.

One of the pigeons kind of nudges her hand. She doesn't respond.]

[ "Max! Max...! I won't let you...!"

...

"Shhh... Shh, it’s alright girlie, no harm done. Just take a deep breath."

"Not quite."

Max Caulfield should be used to watching Chloe Price die, probably. It keeps happening. She should be doubly used to seeing her shot. But she... she died for her.

And... "Nice to see ya, Butterfly."

She hadn't even known.

But here she is, waking up in Room 1, not even crying, just... wrapping herself up tight in her blankets. There's no more time for crying, it's just gonna happen again. She's so fucking tired of losing people, over and over again.

Eventually, though, she makes it out, still wrapped in a bedsheet as she makes her way to the Duty-Free. After all, she's got some stuff to look through. Maybe you see her looking skeptically at an anime body pillow cover, or trying on a plaid shirt! Or her looking at a strip of photos featuring Chloe and... someone she hasn't brought up? ]

You two were... really close, huh?

[ Later on she can be found in the aquarium, chilling out in the outfit she doesn't know is Junpei's and taking pictures of the fish. ]

Hey, you weren't bad at all.

[ ... actually, his heart kind of hurts. Noctis sighs, heavily. ]

I could be worse. But I could be better, too.

[Just another terrible Sunday. In a familiar way... Fukawa just kind of scoots over on to Max's bed.]

...scoot over.

[ ... well, he's got a couple of things, and he's looking for her. Noctis takes a seat next to her, and there are some clothes in his lap. ]

Hey.

[ Max obliges. She remembers this too, from when all her trauma came back. ]

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