week 9

[airlockedmods]

[Nine weeks, seven cases, eight Champions remaining. Something has to give and it's bound to be soon.

There is no new floor opened this time but SIS and PAL still seem to be active and ready to interact.]


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((Since this is the final week, there's no AC this week! But don't forget to check your memory regains, and submit for regains! The final rolls will be Sunday night (4/1)! We will also be posting the official endgame announcement later today!))

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[cyan_maid]

[Be ready.

It's a simple two-word phrase, but it carries an incredible amount of weight to it that settles in Jane's chest, in the aching, hurting place the death and despair had ripped open in her heart, and it fills it up. It won't be there forever, it won't fix everything, but it's a start.

Jane begins her day sorting through her spoils from the Duty Free, lingering especially over the photo album. Her memory hasn't faded enough for her not to recognize Bolton, and she's smart enough to have a vague grasp of what the men in hospital beds and the patchwork quilt on the National Mall mean. There's quite a lot of mementos of the dead that they've collected, and somehow they've got to bring as many of them as possible along...maybe in a laundry hamper? But for the things that have come to Jane, she'll deliver them herself. Even if it's difficult.

From there, Jane hurries back to room 11, the door propped open with a laundry hamper as she tosses in as much junk and unneeded things as she can to sort through what's really important, and them jamming those things into a Cancer Nebula drawstring pack. Lil' Sebastian is no longer disassembled, but he's still turned off, a yellow hankie tied around his neck as he waits for Jane to put him in the bag. She doesn't know if he'll be okay if she turns him on. She doesn't know how long rigged cellphone and tablet batteries will last as a power source for such a complex robot. But he's got to come with them - if they need him, he might get them a few minutes of time to do something.

After that, Jane sets off for the Bar 'n Grill to cook. She makes, surprisingly enough, things you might find in a bento box: rice, hardboiled eggs, meatballs and sauteed vegetables...anything that could fit into tupperware containers that aren't hard to carry. Granted, she doesn't think she'll be able to fit them with her own things, but if they split some food among themselves, some of it is bound to get to Rad and Bur, and some of it is also bound to come with them to wherever they might set off to.]

Bar 'n' Grill

[ratherdoweddings]

Oh, hello! [Yurika sets down a... pot... and waves. What the heck is in there?]

[cyan_maid]

[Yurika..............]

Hey, good morning. What, ah...what're you up to?

[ratherdoweddings]

Well, I got this... weird stew from the duty-free shop. It looks like army rations or worse, but if we're going to have to eat on the go...

[cyan_maid]

...Well...do we really want to trust stew from the shop? Prepackaged food should be fine, but, erm...

[ratherdoweddings]

I guess. Though it seems like such a waste.

[cyan_maid]

No, I understand, but...I guess we could put it in a container and bring it just in case? Bringing the pot itself would kind of be a mess.

[ratherdoweddings]

That's true... Your lunches have got to be way better than this, anyway. This just reminds me of the stuff we had to eat in school. Only worse.

[cyan_maid]

Golly, yeah, like mystery meat sandwiches and stuff, huh? Is it really that bad looking?

[ratherdoweddings]

[She wrinkles her nose.]

Like really bad rations. I wonder how long it was in there. Maybe you're right, maybe we should throw it out.

[cyan_maid]

Oh...gosh, when you put it that way, we really can't risk trying it to find out. Nobody can get sick at the last minute - we all need to be at our best.

[ratherdoweddings]

Okay, we're dumping this. I wish we still had the incinerator.

[Time to drop the horse stew into the trash. Sorry, Hamilton, doubt you'll miss it.]

[cyan_maid]

[Just wait until you get real beef meatballs, Hamilton, you'll be so happy.]

I'm kind of glad we don't. Charred anything is not what I want to deal with.

[ratherdoweddings]

I guess, but at least we'd get rid of it, right?

[cyan_maid]

Eh, right.

[She shrugs, and manages a tiny smile.]

Besides, we can always make fresh stew with everyone. I bet it'll be great, then.

[ratherdoweddings]

Right! Maybe we can even use that cookbook Yuuri-chan gave me for Christmas. She wrote it out by hand and everything!

[cyan_maid]

Hm...if it's a Yuuri recipe, it'll be delicious for sure. We've definitely got to do that for her; she'd be very proud to see you using it, I think.

[ratherdoweddings]

Probably! I just knew someone would have faith in my cooking ability sooner or later!

[cyan_maid]

[Aw...Yurika...Jane's smile grows. Never change, Yurika.]

Or she had faith that you can learn and improve from what you already know.

Bar 'n Grill

[induality]

--that smells amazing.

[Leave it to Jane to have this kind of thing all planned out.

Fukawa made an extra bag the other day, not sure how much she'd need. But she ended up fitting it all into one bag without too much trouble. That just means she has an extra one.]

Here-- it's not very pretty, but if you want you can use it to put the food in.

[Considering Seb, she knows Jane probably has plenty of other things to pack in her own bags after all.]

[cyan_maid]

Oh, thank you - I'm kind of making a lot, so if you want to eat some now...

[She pauses, though, and blinks at the offered bag. It's...definitely nothing like she's ever seen before, but...]

Whoa...Touko, did you make this? It's cute!

[induality]

In that case... I think I will.

[She'll need to keep her energy up. She sets aside some food to eat when she hears the compliment. She blinks and fidgets sheepishly.]

Y-you think so? I just... threw together some of the squares. [...] If you want it, you can keep it then. I just made an extra, because I figured we'd need something easy to carry, with all the stuff we have...

[cyan_maid]

Yes, of course - if you don't mind, that is! I like it!

[She is very grateful for the bag, and may be rearranging her packed items.]

Golly...you keep surprising me with talents of yours.

[induality]

Even a serial killer can have a girly side.

[She told someone that before-- but this time, rather than in a defensive way... she does it with a smile.]

When things got bad in my world I just... tried to learn things that would make me useful. My Ultimate talent wasn't, so--

[cyan_maid]

Writing, not useful? That's...well, I'm sorry to disagree, but that sounds silly. There should always be people who know how to put pen to paper and write out words that can move people. And even if they were borne out of a need to feel useful, I'm honestly impressed. You're always trying to challenge yourself, and that's really admirable.