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- !event log,
- dragon age: cassandra pentaghast,
- dragon age: inquisitor trevelyan,
- dragon age: marian hawke,
- kingdom hearts: riku,
- kingdom hearts: roxas,
- kingdom hearts: sora,
- original: ian fowler,
- overwatch: soldier 76 (jack morrison),
- persona: goro akechi,
- riordan mythos: silena beauregard,
- star wars: jyn erso,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the magicians: quentin coldwater,
- the man from uncle: gaby teller,
- uncharted: nathan drake
EVENT #009 AFTERMATH LOG
WHERE: New Amsterdam, a train, and New Magellan.
WHEN: May 3, 2512
WHAT: The aftermath of the simulation.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Mentions of monsters, as well as deaths and memorials.
The simulation ends abruptly. Whether someone was in the cold and artificially lit underground New Amsterdam or rushing the work camps to set every inch of them on fire, they'll wake up wherever they were before the simulation started. Given that it came down midday, many are likely to either be at work or enjoying a day off. The city takes a couple hours to "wake up" and "recover" from the long and traumatic period of time. Many of the New Amsterdam citizens will have to check a calendar to see how long it's been, and they'll also want to take care of any bodily functions and shove some food into their faces. While Judas' Suspended Animation helped a lot in this arena, everyone who's waking up will have to make up the difference for themselves.
After a couple hours left in recovery, people all around New Amsterdam flock to the streets to take in the state of the world. Numerous local corporations send out messages announcing that all employees will be paid for their time spent in the simulation, and that everyone will have a brief reprieve from work while New Amsterdam takes inventory on itself. Anyone in corporate jobs will have five days to take care of themselves, while anyone working in restaurants or lower-end jobs will only have two days to get themselves back together before they're expected to return to work.
Once everyone takes to the streets, they'll find a New Amsterdam covered in green and trees. It marks a striking difference to the cold, lifeless underground New Amsterdam that was present in the simulation. Many take to camping out on the first night, relishing the fresh air and lack of bustling city life that New Amsterdam has to offer. These same campers will need to move the following morning, but there will be little enforcement of any quick movement on that front.
On a more somber note, Governor Lydia Gill-Jade gives her final address to the city. She announces that New Amsterdam is the strongest megacity in the world, and that it's ready to persevere and prevail over any and all obstacles. She asks that everyone remember the lives lost when the simulation was lifted. By now, there are a couple hundred deaths reported, and among them are Katelin Jovavich and Matek Kattan (AKA "Ball"). Memorials spring up around the city in honor of these losses. At the end of her address, Gill-Jade declares that she's stepping down as Governor of New Amsterdam, effective immediately.
Thanks to Ian, the simulation has come to an end in New Amsterdam. Anyone who went into the laboratory will need an exit strategy. What comes next? Daenerys will be setting off an EMP bomb as everyone leaves the laboratory, and will have set a large majority of the monsters on fire. But what about any that might be chasing them out, and how do they prevent them from following? It's time to have a plan to get out of dodge, so to speak. That's assuming that anyone has a plan. The accelerated timeline has meant that everyone is moving without having all the bricks laid.
Either way, now that Cassius has been transferred and is mostly secure in the hands of the Displaced, it's probably a good idea to not dawdle for too long. The lab is thoroughly on fire, the monsters are up for a chase, and it's time to get moving. Should they leave the building itself burning in the meantime? Then again, is that really anyone's biggest concern?
The problem is: where to? A quick hop back to New Amsterdam won't be on the horizon. The gate there is still down after the event, as recovering it fell by the wayside. If anyone wants to visit New Amsterdam, they'll have to fast travel to a city close by (New Prague is a great choice!) and take a train ride home.
That's right: it's train log time again!
While people are either heading back from their adventures abroad or eating a lot of protein to boost their energy, there is still that little problem with the gate in New Amsterdam. Tony Stark identified the missing objects there, but the acceleration of everything meant that the gate never got fixed up. Now, it's up to the Displaced to put together how to make this gate work! If they have a relic sitting at home, wouldn't it be worth trying to see if they can slot it back in there? It might take a bit of teamwork, but this is the type of puzzle the Displaced can piece together.
The only thing that the Displaced might want to do is look for additional clues or information for how the original slots got changed up. When did it happen and who had the means to do that? Even if the fast travel system is back up, will there be any chance of someone messing things up again in the future?
And that's all for our ninth event, folks! Please direct any aftermath questions to our Wrap Up post! In terms of the gate, we're happy with assuming that the gate is back up and running by time the arrival log is posted on June 13th.
Thanks again for helping make this a great event!
Quentin Coldwater | The Magicians | OTA
Q wakes up alone, something he almost expected at this point and yet still it breaks what fragile hope was left within him. There is no sign of Eliot and no response from his texts to Klaus, so he stays where he is, wallowing inside for a time.
A few hours later he ventures out into the city and spots all the many people doing the same, a sense of wonder or relief coming with the reality of being out of the simulation. Q doesn't feel like eating, instead he walks around and watches others, some of them recognizing him from the simulation and nodding. He did get around a bit and as part of Operation Hope. Still, he doesn't seem very interested in talking to anyone, sitting outside by himself for some time.
Goodbye to You
One of the few things that really manage to get through to Quentin is that Matek Kattan is dead. Shocked, he finds one of the shrines that has only just gone up for the man that he thought would give them answers. They only had the one conversation and yet Ball is larger than life, symbolic in his mind, as the bigger questions of their existence. And now that's cut off from him. Q leaves his gloves in front of the shrine, his only real objects of importance to him.
He can be seen there for quite awhile, watching others add things, and when he thinks he's alone, he talks to it.
"I should have found you in there. I just didn't want to tell you ... I think we were wrong."
Back in the Saddle?
Q does show up at Red Wings because he's responsible and assumes they still have to function. It doesn't seem like they need much publicity at the moment and he's never had to be out front. He really only shows up very late that first night just before closing and avoids eye contact of anyone there, instead going into the Red Wings safehouse to sleep.
[ooc: be aware of potential trigger warnings for depression. Nothing too serious outside of Sads.]
goodbye to you
As a coping mechanism, Silena had commandeered the penthouse kitchen to bake her sorrows away. Eventually, the baking gets all her tears out and puts the chocotorta, her grandmother's recipe cooked seven times until it was perfect, on a plate to the safehouse. Walking helps clear the rest of her cobwebs and she is lost in thought for more than a few dozen blocks, but not enough that she doesn't notice the memorial.
Memorials are common in NYC. She is familiar with them and she almost doesn't stop until she spots Quentin. She pauses by his side, looking up at the art on the wall, still holding her cake.
"It's beautiful."
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goodbye to you
[ she appears beside quentin at the shrine like a ghost. used to isolation, rey doesn't make a lot of noise, doesn't draw a lot of attention to herself unless she's fighting.
around her neck is a necklace, a silver infinity knot with a jewel in the middle. usually she doesn't wear ball's gift. it's too fine for her tastes, and she can't help feeling that she'd just lose or damage it. but if he's gone, she wants a way to remember. so she wears it now. ]
I never learned his name. Never even met him in person.
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goodbye to you
She steps up behind Quentin when it seems that he's ready to go. "Quentin," she says. She had been with him in the simulation, and they were only separated because they weren't together when they first woke up. It's not hard to find him now, to remind him that she's going to be here.
Clarke extends her hand to him, knowing that he'll feel reticent about sharing his emotions. But she tilts her head ever so slightly, moving it to meet his gaze.
She's ready for whatever comes her way.
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back in new amsterdam
To some extent, maybe it's also about feeling alive again. Nothing that happened in the simulation had been strictly real, but he'd still experienced it, and following his talk with Riku there's a lot to think about.
Which is how he ends up wandering down by the river. Unlike Quentin, Sora has made sure to get himself some food: a waffle drizzled with toppings which he picked up from one of his favorite places. He's looking for a place to sit down and eat when he spots Quentin sitting under a tree. While they don't know each other, Sora recognizes him as another one of the Displaced who he's seen around the safehouse and Red Wings, so he moves over, pausing a few feet away.
"Okay if I join you?" He takes a messy bite of his waffle, that gnawing hunger in his stomach ever-present since he woke up.
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i want to go to sweetwaffel :(
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Ian Fowler | OC
OPEN PROMPTS;
[ Ian pulls the power source and its backup out, and the entire place goes dark. There's a stunned moment in the room, some chatter from a guy named Tommy who'd been haphazardly ripping chords left and right on the off chance, and then a few minutes of celebration as they all collectively recognize the victory for what it is. It's short lived, though, because at the end of the day they're all still trapped in a lab full of vicious monsters that want to rip them apart.
Ian's good at tech, he's good at recognizing what in the hell to unplug from where, but when it comes to fighting? He made his way through an alien apocalypse by doing the opposite of that. Even his choice of weapon - a scoped rifle - was a long-range thing meant to deter from a distance rather than get up close and personal. He's in good shape, he's strong, but that comes from a profession of lifting and hammering and manual labor rather than fighting. He's got one decent left hook and absolutely no other skill to his name.
Needless to say, he isn't equipped to get out of here himself. There comes his first real moment of panic - getting in had been a goal-oriented adrenaline rush. Getting out? There are people already flooding away with no intention to stay behind now that the missions are complete. ]
Shit- fuck, hey, hey- I really can't fucking get out of here, those things are gonna tear me apart, I'm not that guy.
[ You know, the fighty tough guy type like that dude with the metal arm who just keeps slamming through those things.
Though it might sound reasonably put-together on the surface, there's a pretty clear freak-out happening behind the scenes if you look him in the eyes. ]
Seriously, I lost a fight in tenth grade to a guy a foot shorter than me. I'm not kidding.
patch-up on the trolley - limit 1
[ It's through no skill of his own that he makes it out, though not unscathed. Things in that joint had teeth and claws and every intention to fuck him (and everyone else) up. Decent as he'd been about sticking behind people who actually knew what they were doing, he still took a pretty rough swipe from peck to clear up over his shoulder. It's not lethal, not fatal, and he manages to throw on a jacket over top of his bloody, ripped shirt to hide it long enough to get through customs. Blood's blossoming through by the time he actually makes it aboard the train, though, and he darts into the first bathroom he can find.
Forgets to shut the door in his haste, rummaging around close-quarters cabinets for a first aid kit while painstakingly stripping his jacket back off again. There's a hiss in his teeth, a soft ahh when he has to bend his shoulder back for it, and some pretty significant gashes can be spotted in the bathroom mirror.
It's a whole lot of no bueno, folks. ]
misc.
hit me up @
the cavalry is here
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the trolley problem
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KYNA | CLOSED
He has exactly one bag of belongings to his name, and it's hanging off of his broad right shoulder, a dirty coat thrown over it that looks just as worn down as he is. Despite the homeless freedom fighter look (and despite maybe being taller than she might've expected), he still matches his contact picture. Probably easy enough for her to spot as he trudges through the place zombie-like and unfocused toward the nearest unoccupied bed upon which to drop his earthly possessions.
Hello Kyna he is Very Tired please do not be upset he didn't spot you first. ]
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rey (star wars)
in my dreams
it’s not just that he’s here ㅡ because rey has been doing her best to keep him at bay, just as she had with the force bond before new amsterdam had stolen it away again ㅡ or even that rey is not alone. it’s that she’s here with him.
except that it’s not him. not really. the face is too soft, too open, and it makes the other kylo look younger, somehow. less feral and bloody. toothless.
oh.
oh. understanding dawns on him, then, expression shuttering. his head cants, birdlike, considering. )
I'm here to share in the celebration, of course. ( said like it's perfectly natural that he be here. )
Though it appears I’m intruding.
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(closed to catra) | anyone is free to have witnessed some/all of this
the crowd wears on her already frayed nerves. she hasn't slept well since the simulation, and worse after falling asleep long enough to encounter kylo ren. she'd moved out of daenerys' apartment to avoid him; did she really need to stop sleeping too?
she's touchy and on edge when she tries to move through the throng of people blocking the bar, which shuffles and sways, squishing her up alongside— ]
You.
[ she hisses it out with something akin to indignation because while she's never felt any particular affinity to red wings, she certainly didn't come here to run into catra. ]
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food truck time
It's helped, to spend some time by himself, getting his head straight again. There's power in friendship, but he had to get his balance back on his own. And he's starting to feel like he has, so when he accepts his order from another nearby truck and spots Rey, he wanders over to join her instead of heading off alone again.]
Hey. Whatcha getting?
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riku | kingdom hearts
the overfilled apartment ( closed to housemates )
Again.
His fingers curl into a fist at his side. For him, it's not out of anger, but frustration. A hint of hopelessness. The first clue he got, and now—now he's here. And it didn't feel like much of a clue. Not yet.
At this stage, Riku isn't one to let anyone know how he's feeling. He stands up, and begins to search throughout the apartment.] Anyone here? [He stops at a window that's been forced open by a mess of green and trees. His fingertips brush over it.] What happened?
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(cw: references to starvation)
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a talk ( closed to sora )
Riku has to be a leader. He has to be calm and there for the people around him. That's the only way they'll get Sora back. At least: that's what he's been telling himself for a long, long time.
Once he spots Sora, he begins to turn, motioning for his best friend to follow him.] Hey, come with me. The roof looks pretty neat right now. [If Riku disappeared for that long, it must be for a reason, right? When Kylo and Rey disappeared, they came back with new memories. Riku's no different.
He doesn't even know where to begin with this news about the simulation business. That ... it sounds like a nightmare. It sounds like the type of thing he needed to be here for, and then wasn't.
He does his best to suffocate the guilt surrounding that, too.]
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out and about ( ota )
With so many people taking to the streets, he figures he'll fit right in. He's out at all hours trying to figure out what's happening. He hits the usual haunts where he expects people to be—Red Wings, the riverfront, and the safehouse. But he hits other locations, too: cafes, places to workout and train, or even just the outside of people's apartments.
He could call or send a message, sure. But Riku wants to drink in this world again.
He's back, after all. For better or worse, he's back.]
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riverfront
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goro akechi ( persona 5 )
i am thou ( closed to loki )
Prior to this point, Akechi had been enjoying himself. The moment it came down to protecting the device helping transfer Cassius safely, he had went to town on the monsters around him, slicing them up unceremoniously along the way. When he exits the laboratory in a rush, Loki on his heels, he's covered in blood, his clothes are torn up, and his carefully groomed hair (thanks Qi) is matted to the sides of his head.
If nothing else, everyone now knows Akechi at his most feral, his most violent, and his most angry.
Eventually, Loki and Akechi have to do the following two things: get a change of clothes (because of the monster blood and the overwhelming smell of smoke and chemicals thanks to the widespread fire) and get to New Prague to take a train home. They do that, and then find themselves on that very train. Akechi takes the window, leaning heavily into it. After constant activity over the past two weeks, he's exhausted.
He does, however, order an espresso for him and Loki.]
Are you satisfied?
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the antithesis ( closed to ren )
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attempted murder ( closed to cheris )
:999
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around the town ( ota )
red wings.
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clarke griffin ( the 100 )
the bffl ( closed to bellamy )
After a long day of getting things in order at Red Wings, which also involves taking inventory on supplies and prepping for the already-visible influx of business, she invites Bellamy out (via text) to the park in question. Walking up the pathway will remind the two of them that they're in a city, but once the stone steps are done, there will be countless sprawling trees creating a canopy.
The number of trees here had always been appealing to Clarke, even before she had gone home and lived six years in the valley. Now those trees have tripled in number.]
It's nice here, isn't it? [she asks Bellamy, and shuffles the bag on her hip more into his line of sight.] I thought we could eat dinner together.
[They have a lot of work to do, and she has a proposal for him. But it's dinner time, too. They should eat.]
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sketches and memories ( closed to jyn )
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r&r ( closed to hawke | potential nsfw if we go there! )
i'm here finally ffs dee
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memorials ( ota )
requisite red wings header ( ota )
yennefer of vengerberg (witcher netflix)
checking in
wildcard
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He's obviously just come from his own place of employment, vaguely smelling of coffee roast himself with not a single hair out of place on his head.]
I see you survived this whole ordeal that has recently plagued our fair city. Well done.
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(cw: body horror references)
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inquisitor trevelyan ; dragon age: inquisition ; ota
[ Just like that, it seems to be over. Cecily is no longer in the cramped underground of the human's forced quarters, but standing in the streets of New Amsterdam - she assumes - in air that is fresh and safe to breathe. She blinks, dazed by the sudden transition, before slowly sinking down to the ground and sitting, cross-legged, with an expression that betrays her exhaustion. ]
Is it cliché to wonder if...we're really back? [ She isn't exactly relieved to be here, either - she hasn't been in the city long enough to consider it anything close to home - but it's certainly good to have escaped the conditions of the simulation. To have, she hopes, ended for good the paranoia that had swelled and threatened to tear them apart more completely than they already were.
The Inquisitor actually leans to lie flat on her back on the ground in spite of it being decidedly uncomfortable, and concrete ]
It's...good to be back? [ There's a sigh into the empty air, and she'll lie there for a bit before pulling herself together and starting to take stock of the changes to the city, to seek out those she'd been in the sim with - and those who'd been fortunate enough to remain outside... ]
➛ The doubting acolyte flees/Into shadow crept and made himself away (bunker)
I need to get a job.
[ Cecily is seated in the bunker, drink in hand. If there's one thing that's been dwelling on her more and more as the sim carried on, it was the fact that she felt so helplessly removed from the larger events of the city and the other Displaced. At first, it had been out of a sort of detachment that had come from expecting to be gone from New Amsterdam before long, but... Now, it seems more like she isn't going anywhere, and the feeling has intensified from a simple restlessness to a more insistent desire to get involved.
In little ways, at first - getting a job, finding another place to live - but, beyond that...reaching out to some of the others who were much more in tune with the situation, who could aid her in making some kind of difference during her stay. The time for cynicism and moaning about her luck has past, and she's staring down the unquestionable need to do something. ]
I don't suppose you know of the best way to get started with that? Is there a...I don't know, posting somewhere?
➛ Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow./In their blood the Maker's will is written (closed to hawke)
Can we have a chat?
[ After the simulation, she'd given the Champion a bit of space, considering...well. Hawke had gone on more than a few supply runs, and Cecily had noticed the edge in the other's voice. They'd discussed in frank terms how Hawke had been...seeing things, more or less. So, after a bit of a break, the Inquisitor seeks out her companion and flags her down, hoping it's not too soon for a little...experiment. ]
I wanted to discuss some things I heard in the simulation, and...to ask you for a bit of a favor, if it isn't too much. [ There's a pause, and then: ] I know you've just been through complete shit, so feel free to tell me to bugger off for a while.
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But she looks familiar.
He's picked up on the fact that people don't enjoy being mistaken for others, nor do they appreciate having it pointed out that he might have known them once, so he refrains for the sake of simplicity. Wouldn't be the first time. Nate ambles from the kitchenette to the bed upon which she sits, topping off her drink. ]
I might, yeah. [ He pours one for himself with a spare glass. ] You looking for anything in particular?
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closed to dean winchester
he doesn't have any suitcase or much of any belongings when he steps out into the city, everything he's come to own stuffed into a ratty backpack hanging from his shoulders. when jack shuffles into the Morningstar warehouse, he looks like a lost high schooler, eyes wide as they follow one face to the next, and the next, and the next.
when he finally spots him, it's dean's back where he's seated on a cot, looking at something in his hands, but Jack recognizes him easily enough. it's the few, tense seconds after that he has to push through before his feet will move. at the same time, relief floods him, seeing dean alive and in one piece. on the phone, he sounded like he'd been on the edge of losing it, and the reports coming out of the city otherwise weren't any more comforting. there's likely still damage on the inside, something dean's burying in the back of his mind, as he does. it isn't the surface wounds that really get to him.
jack braces. there's no telling how well or how badly this will go, and he tells himself to be ready to accept the worst.
swallowing thickly, jack shuffles the last few feet over to the cot, watching the span of dean's shoulders for a brief few seconds, before reaching up, cautiously bringing a hand up to touch lightly at his shoulder. something about the solidity and warmth under his hand is reassuring, but all the same, there's the slightest shake in his voice. ]
Dean?
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And then he seems to just... go still. Frozen in time but for his eyes, which flicker incredulously up and down Jack's form. His lips part, and it's in the back of his mind to say so it was you. That voice in his head, which still feels muted and distant, a blurry memory from a really rough couple of days toward the end there.
He can't manage anything at all aside from a careful, questioning: ]
Jack?
[ There's more than one layer here - the surprise that he exists at all, and then the immediate rippling wariness of not knowing his status. Not knowing what he's going to do, because you can never predict a soulless person's actions -- and that's not even touching on a soulless freakin nephilim.
He moves to his feet slowly, a careful deliberateness in every line of his posture and every shift of his muscles. Not that he has any idea what he's gonna do once he's upright, he just... needs to stand. ]
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Cassandra Pentaghast | Dragon Age Inquisition | OTA
[ The simulation ends abruptly and without warning. Cassandra finds herself suddenly back, not where she wants to be, but in New Amsterdam. Still far from home, still without any idea how to get back, still without purpose or any real understanding of her role here.
It's frustrating, to say the least. When she was a child, her brother had told her to punch trees to seek relief from her pollen allergies. He'd been joking, but Cassandra punches trees to this day. It helps to have some kind of physical release when she can't directly fight the thing that's giving her grief.
So it is now. Shortly after the return to New Amsterdam, Cassandra finds herself in one of the fighting rings. She couldn't say how long she's been there. Too long, probably, but she doesn't stop, taking on opponent after opponent, whoever's willing to spar. There's a glazed look in her eyes, and she's going to be sore everywhere tomorrow if she doesn't hurt herself worse first, but it's better than thinking. Right? ]
b. remembering the fallen
[ A few days later, Cassandra can be found at one of the memorials to the lives lost, on her knees and with head bowed in apparent prayer. When she finally looks up to find someone else there with her, she starts slightly. ]
Excuse me - I did not hear you approach.
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Gabriel is loath to call anywhere 'home', but he has to admit he's fairly relieved to walk through the door.
He's tired, he thinks, more than anything else.]
Maybe we should go on vacation.
[Of course, he's not going to outright voice the fact that he's exhausted, even if he imagines Jack feels exactly the same way. There's still a part of him that feels like he needs to keep up the act.]
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As soon as Jack steps into the living area and looks around, he feels the exhaustion settle down onto his shoulders. He hadn't been able to really rest during the sim, and once he'd woken up he'd immediately been recruited into a rescue mission for Cassius, so this is the first chance he's had to really breathe in way too long.
The couch looks a lot more inviting than it should.
Instead of collapsing onto it, though, he heads for the kitchen. With the plant life taking everything over, he'll need to check the pipes. ]
Got somewhere in mind?
[ He calls the question back to Gabriel. ]
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Closed to Sora
Too late to do anything about it now, though. And it might be too late to check on Sora, but he does it anyway when he gets home. Just to be sure. If he's asleep, Roxas will leave it until morning and hope he can get some sleep.
As it turns out, he's not.]
Hey. I'm back. You okay?
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It may not look like Sora's doing much, but he's propped up on a pillow and browsing the internet through his implant. He hadn't realized just how used to the implant he'd become until the simulation, where it wasn't a thought away anymore. That, and there's still a lot to catch up on with the news and everything. Not his favorite activity, but it seems necessary this time.
Maybe he's also still up because he'd noticed Roxas wasn't back yet. Hard to miss that when they all share a room, and while it isn't that unusual for Roxas to be out late, it's particularly worrisome on this night of all nights. So when the door slowly creaks open and Roxas steps in, Sora looks over immediately. ]
... Yeah.
[ He rubs at one eye as he sits up, then shoots a glance toward Riku's bed. He's a light sleeper, so if Roxas wants to talk or anything, they can't do it here. ]
How 'bout you?
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