ღ don't need cars cause we've learned to fly on saturn

[anythingforyou]

[The Galactic Building is certainly one of the odder places to spend some time at, but it seems to be what some have agreed to do. It'll be interesting, if nothing else; a place that originally served to remind them of how far they were from home, being a place they willingly stayed at? It was almost unthinkable, but here we are.

Once the ordeal is finished, Camilla and Ignis are once again off into the kitchen; a long day like this deserves some good meals to go along with it. The stuff they have to work with is certainly...interesting, if nothing else; hopefully nobody minds eating vegetarian tonight, because that seems to be what the menu is comprised of tonight. Hopefully nobody minds eating their vegetables!

Get some rest, everybody; it's been earned after all that's happened today.]

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[anythingforyou]

[...Okay, today was stressful as all fuck and Camilla is, quite frankly, going to be spending most of her time holed up in that Kitchen; everything here is weird and unfamiliar, and all just vaguely vegetables everywhere, but at this point she really isn't going to question it. She just kind of wants to lowkey sleep the day off and forget most of it. Mostly just...that sort of nagging feeling, in the back of her mind.

Either way, she's here and she's willing to make special request shit; feel free to ask her for something. Sorry to any meat eaters, though.

It's later on, once Camilla is able to get a free moment, that she's actually going to be outside of the building, though she's...not at first very easily found, unless one's actively looking. Which is odd enough in and of itself, until...

...Well, that sure is Melady holding onto Camilla like one of the ride Drifblim do. She's just kind of hanging around in the air and looking out at the sky, though she is clearly talking to her dear partner.]

...I do owe you an apology, for everything earlier, darling; that must have been exceedingly stressful for you.

[Melady gives a bit of a shake of the head in response, jostling Camilla a bit before firming her grip some.]

Careful, dear, careful. Don't get distracted, alright? [...] And thank you for taking me up here. It's quite the impressive view.

kitchen

[niceoppai]

Hey, Camilla. Thanks for everything. You doing okay?

kitchen

[discutio]

[Ignis didn't seem like much for conversation right away; he focused on working, looking a bit more distant than usual.]

[He's fine, this is fine, everything is great.]

[greydients]

[Well hello there Camilla, hopefully you don't mind Rey just....lurking awkwardly, watching you finish that cooking.]

...can I help at all?

[seriously you're so good at fighting but you're also good at...not-fighting, Camilla you're the best]

kitchen;

[ventulus]

[ Ventus is in the kitchen, peering over to see what Camilla's definitely cooked, and taking some food. He also has Aurora out, who looks understandably more relaxed than in those shenanigans that'd happened earlier. ]

Thanks for cooking something to eat, Camilla.

[ He's kind of a little tired, but not tired enough to be lacking manners. ]

...By the way, how are you? After all of that?

[discutio]

[Ignis, sure enough, spent a long time working in the kitchen with Camilla after that. It was hard to tell if he was shaken by the day's events, but the fact that he was far quieter than usual and focused on what he was doing could have been a hint.]

[At least he felt a bit more secure in knowing they were grounded in some normal linear timeline.]

[Once most of the cooking was done, he'd seek out Saturn to set a dish aside while he was doing all that smashing shit; if he wanted to talk, fine. If not, Ignis would just assure him that it was vegetarian and politely excuse himself.]

[...A while after that, he'd just go off to find a vacant room and be on his own for a minute.]

[azumods]

[Well, luckily you'll catch him during a pause in just smashing the shit out of things; he's not doing this in a manner that's like. halfway sane like a sledgehammer or anything, he's straight-up got some kind of elder god bell out with him doing it for him. Which you cannot see, but you are likely aware of because that thing makes some weirdass noises.]

Oh... Thank you. You didn't have to.

[eudaimonikos]

You know, I think that actually went better than expected.

[Michael's not here to intervene, just to sit and chat. Maybe help out some.]

You?

vacant room because Duh

[nightcure]

[ He isn't alone for long. Of course, Noct gives him some time... but he finds Ignis nonetheless. ]

Hey, [ he says softly, as he takes his seat next to him. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

[...well, honestly, it could be worse than sleeping in the Galactic building for the night, since there are reasonably comfortable beds and he doesn't have to wear the uniform.

Which, now that there's no need for stealth or anything, he's going rectify, because hell if he's going to spend any more time hanging around in that stupid-ass outfit. So he's going to try and track down some showers and change.

After that, he's going to pick up some food in the kitchen and head to the lounge with the big ol' TV in it, since it's a nice big room that he can use to treat the hell out of his Pokemon for their efforts in, you know, freeing a god and all. Though, thinking about that, he does think out loud a bit...]

You know... it's a bit of a shame we didn't get to talk with Dialga like we did with the Guardians, isn't it? I was somewhat interested in getting to know them.

lounge

[niceoppai]

No kidding. Guess they gotta run, though. I don't blame 'em. So there's a guy in your world and this one named after Bowie? I mean, I guess we got guys called Saturn and stuff running around, that makes sense.

[niceoppai]

[Chelsea collapses onto the nearest crate and doesn't move for a while. She gets up eventually, though, and finds better seating, picking at her food while all her Pokémon (read: mostly Sunflower) stuff their faces.]

Is there any confrontation we're gonna have where we're not risking certain death with every sentence?

[hyruglyphics]

I would imagine not, especially at this point.

[ She answers that with a detached look of sorts and a shrug, rubbing out her green eyes while Saber walks behind her, Miphanus would be walking too but then tbh he's kind of big for the hallways at this point, mostly in terms of width and bulk. ]

[greydients]

[It's...odd, being back in the Galactic Base for relaxation purposes, rather than espionage; Rey finds she doesn't quite know what to do with herself. She's got Big Golett with her, and it similarly doesn't seem to know what to do with itself; it's pacing the hall while Rey leans against the wall, trying to decide between just...collapsing in the hallway and sleeping for the next three days, or actually making use of herself.

...well, at least Big Golett can help her choose, judging by the way its excitedly looking toward the sounds of machines being smashed.]

...let's go help destroy the machines, if you want.

[That seems to have pleased her gigantic starter (YES, GOLURK SMASH!), anyway.

After she's dropped Big Golett off to Saturn, you can find her either sitting against one of the walls looking exhausted tbh or hovering in the kitchen, awkwardly trying to offer assistance.

...she's trying, anyway.]

[azumods]

[Let's break some machines, Big Golett.

There are many of them still intact at this point, so she's welcome to look at them if she so chooses; Saturn will look up from what he's doing personally (which is talking to his fucking elder god bell, who is...not having a good time because hahahaha spirit we don't like thinking about spirit but is at the very least being helpful) at her entering the place.]

Interested in helping...?

wall

[niceoppai]

What a day. [Chelsea rubs her eyes and slumps against the wall.] And another one where we miraculously got out of it fine.

kitchen

[discutio]

...If you wouldn't mind stirring that pot to my left, Rey, I'd appreciate the extra pair of hands.

[how the FUCK can he tell you people apart.]

Walls

[eudaimonikos]

Hey.

[Michael's just gonna come plop down next to you here, Rey. He doesn't seem half as tired, but he did walk up like he's been looking for you specifically.]

Before we leave here - you remember how I met that guy Liam here when we first showed up? Maylene's dad.

[hyruglyphics]

[ To be honest, despite the happy ending (?) and the fact that they freed Dialga and they won back(?) Saturn... well. She's still irritated, still furious about the revelation of the red chain being used on people like that. Or the red chain at all. Or any of it.

Furious, Zelda is taking this time to head outside the building after the initial meal and, well... perhaps sensing the mood, Saber, Miphanus, and Urbin (the three most battle ready of the group) decide to do some light sparing with each other at Zelda's directions. She keeps up with that, frowning as she does. Honestly though, she's not a fighter at heart. She can't get into that, and so quickly enough, the collection of them settle in more towards the galactic base's warehouse (wherein she also lets out the sad clown baby and Bosphoramus, who sort of fits in here) to settle in and start... reading.

Namely, the books she stole from that office. It'll be a lot to lug around these books so she might as well get to work studying them for relevant information on the myths and space and time and such and putting them into her notebook. She starts a new section on the Red Chain. ... She knows in her heart that this would be made much easier to simply quiz down Saturn, given he knew it all firsthand but... She's still irritated. Maybe it's still just all that's keeping her from being exhausted but she can't quite shake it.

Eventually, she does need to rest, finding herself a vacant room for that and snuggling with Saber, but she's just... mmm. She's just irritable, really. ]

[greydients]

[Since she's lost Big Golett to the thrill of machine-smashing, Rey has taken to exploring a bit more of the base, accompanied by her Lucario and Kirlia. It's...still quite eerie, to be in here, but the more time she spends in here, the calmer she gets. At the end of the day, it's just a building, and knowing the highest ranked person in there is on their side is....nice.

When Kirlia alerts her to Zelda's presence, Rey silently approaches, casting her eye over that pile of books. They'd explored Cyrus' office together, so it only seems fitting to say...]

Need some help going through those?

[eudaimonikos]

[First off, Michael's going to be off with Saturn on the Machine Destruction party! He's wanted to do this for a while; getting to do it without some kind of violent building takeover involved is a bonus.

Afterwards, he breaks off from that group to find a private place to change out of his stupid Galactic clothes that he never needed anyway. As he's returning towards the kitchens, he passes through the meeting hall again and pauses, looking up at the podium. Man. The whole vibe in this room is creepy. You gotta wonder about the people who joined up ages ago, back when it was voluntary, and thought "oh yeah, this seems fine."

Glancing around first, he trots up the steps and steps behind the podium himself. He seems at ease on a stage, resting his hands on the edges of the lectern and scanning the empty seats idly.]

...at least I put mine outside. Dark in here...

[He drums his fingers rapidly on the wood for a moment, then taps the microphone. Nothing. Can you turn it on?

Doonk doonk.

Huh.

Later on, he'll be off in one of the break rooms with all his Pokemon, eating. Quaver's sitting on the table across from him, his metronome-shaped tail ticking back and forth as Michael sings to him:]

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds -

[Of course he's no David Bowie, but Michael's singing voice is surprisingly pleasant. Or maybe it isn't a surprise; he hardly could have taught the bird all that music if he couldn't carry a tune himself.

When his meal is over, he returns to the meeting hall, puts Quaver on the podium in front of the microphone, and basically just starts a David Bowie playlist. Because that's just today's theme, apparently. Michael leans back in one of the chairs to listen, quiet for the moment. He had a pretty decent time of it, all things considered, but there were still a lot of emotional pitches there that he doesn't normally reach. He probably could use the decompression time.

(At some point, before it gets too late, he disappears from the Galactic base entirely for a bit. Gotta go tell Liam that the time thing is fixed.)]

meeting hall

[niceoppai]

You taught your bird some more songs, huh?

meeting hall;

[ventulus]

Who's this guy? I mean, the one who's singing right now?

[ Ventus has obviously never heard a thing of David Bowie, so naturally he's kind of curious about the man...not even knowing that it's him at all. ]

[semistableman]

[That was stressful to all hell. At least it didn't end with their deaths. But Bucky is keyed up now, clearly not sleeping at any point tonight, though that doesn't stop him from finally letting his menagerie out of their Pokeballs. It doesn't take long at all for him to be effectively pinned in place by four Pokemon, Henrietta the Starly taking her spot atop Bucky's head like it's the perfect spot for her. After a brief attempt at trying to unseat the bird, Bucky gives up with a sigh.]

.....That could have gone a lot worse.

[Before he does anything else tonight, he'll be eating slowly, because he kind of has to when he has several Pokemon begging him to share his food with them. It's a good thing he already only eats vegetarian food, because otherwise it might be a little awkward.

Later on, he can be found expecting one of the machines with Flora at his side, looking like he is seriously considering just trying to start wailing on it with his fist.]

food

[discutio]

...Do you need a bit extra? I mad a bit to spare just in case.

[he can definitely hear that whole-ass menagerie]

[divinedescendant]

[rest? emmeryn? cute.

With neither stealth nor god's wrath an immediate concern anymore, she lets her whole team stay out of their Pokéballs as per usual; she spends mealtime with everyone else, a little more occupied with entertaining her team than actually eating. Duma whines and stomps lightly on the floor every time he isn't being patted for more than a minute at a time, and Audhulma now and then teleports across the room and pretends to ignore Emmeryn while also totally looking at her when she thinks she isn't looking, like a cat.]

Oh, yes, I know, I know— [laughing as she pats Duma's shell to appease his little tantrum] You did so well today. We will go for a walk in a little while, all right? I am so sorry to leave you put away for the day.

[And she does bring everyone outside for a bit, not straying especially far from the base. Even when Duma takes a running head start with Audhulma sat on his back, Latona stays at Emmeryn's side, watchful, and Emmeryn cannot decide if she likes the familiarity of it.

She watches the city lights and the stars overhead, something a little odd in her expression, an intent sort of look without a certain focus—but not so involved that she doesn't greet anyone who might come wandering by.]

Good evening. [With Togepi nestled in her arms, she can't wave, so she nods.] The city is so much lovelier when it is still, isn't it? I am grateful for the chance to see it with new eyes.

[All in all, it's a little later in the evening when she goes to look for Saturn. He'll probably notice her first, since her whole team follows along behind her, Latona at one side with Audhulma perched on her shoulder and Duma waddling at the other, Togepi snug in her arms. They aren't a subtle bunch...]

[azumods]

[Well, they've been having a good(? arguably good, Saturn's Pokémon don't care one way or another because hahahaholy fuck let's not talk bout that) time destroying things, it's oddly therapeutic and he's pretty content in doing it, and he's currently talking to his This Unholy Thing which has been helping hi with the destruction, kind of petting it like doing anything of the sort is going to matter at all.]

...Good evening, Emmeryn. Did you need something?

[...did you need something, does duma want to come break things with his face, either way.]