Discussion.

[azumods]

RECOMMENDATION. Those of you who stayed in the base last night will be left free of any Galactic interference; the grunts still seem largely too blank to care much about your presence, and it seems Saturn has given them orders to leave you alone - once in a while he kind of shoos them out of your general presence unless you tell him to stop, solely because he doesn't want to just have them standing there staring at you. However, there's one matter of business that he'll call you all into that lounge area for; nothing too terrible, just...something of a quick discussion. "I had to get in contact with Master Cyrus last night - not to inform him of anything you've done, or even notify him of your presence, but more because I imagined he would notice that the flow of time had been restarted and not driven to a halt again. I ensured he wouldn't come here in person, but just in case, you might not want to stay here more than another day or so. "Since you still aren't completely familiar with the area, I would suggest Hearthome City - it's far enough away from here that you won't be troubled with Team Galactic business, and we don't have any bases there despite the size of the city. Besides, I think it has a few things there that several of you would like. "I'd recommend going there and taking your time in leaving. I don't foresee there being a problem, but you never know." He pauses for a moment before kind of. Shifting a bit. "I still plan on being here for the next while at least; if you need to contact me, you can reach me here. For the time being, I've unlocked one of the warehouses for you; you should be able to find a crate with some of your belongings in them. Take them as you see fit." And that seems to be the end of it; feel free to spend the day here, but you might not want to stay any longer than that. [OOC: Welcome to the start of Week 18! We hope you're enjoying your weekend; the crate in the warehouse will contain one of your regains that you submitted in your app. Have fun! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!]

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[enjoymyatelier]

[Alright, well, he's going to dip into the warehouse after that! Even if all the things he's gotten so far have been embarrassing and mildly confusing, surely something will be a bit of comfort to him, right?

...

Hahahaha nah he's just going to look in this parcel addressed to him with a red scrap of fabric in it like the universe is very definitely out to make a cruel mockery of him. At this point, you've just kind of got to laugh, right?

Hahaha. Hahahaha. Hahahahaha.

haha.

haaaaaaaaah.........

Well, anyway, after he just kind of shoves that into his backpack, he's going to head outside the warehouse to meet up with people, and... um... well, actually, it came to him after Saturn left, so he might as well ask people he meets up with a bit sheepishly...]

So... did anyone happen to ask Saturn what happened to Jupiter and Mars, by any chance...?

[gekkaju]

[So since about maybe Thursday Atsushi has been...conspicuously absent. He's hard to miss now that he has a mech-sized bug for a partner walking around these days, but the truth of the matter was that Atsushi had just been very, very sick. Sick enough that peeling himself off the floor of the Pokemon Center just wasn't an appealing option, and even when things started really going tits up with Saturn and Dialga, he wasn't 100% convinced yet that all wasn't just a fever-induced hallucination. Hearing someone else's account on the matter would do a lot to convince him otherwise.

Chazuke tromps into the warehouse for Atsushi to pick up whatever might be his, and it seems that fate has been kind to him for once. Now that he's actually begun eating and consuming liquids properly again, seeing the Goliosopod come outside with a somehow piping hot bowl of ochazuke in his claws was nearly enough to bring tears to Atsushi's eyes. There's chopsticks and everything...

He doesn't bother questioning where it came from, from who, or how. He just takes the bowl and sits on the ground somewhere outside the warehouse to eat, leaning back against Chazuke's front with Natto in his lap and Mizushi curled up beside him. At least Atsushi didn't actually die this week, he's still here even if he looks like he's been dead for a couple days.]

outside

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[Sena turns to Kayneth at the question, a football helmet under his arm. It doesn't look like anything he's had on him before, but it definitely looks like the eyeshield he's long since attached to his visor would probably fit better there. Huh.

Anyways.]

...I didn't... [And then his face pales in shock.]

Wait, you don't think they got the Red Chain put in them too, do you?

[What does that mean for the next time he sees Jupiter again, he wonders?]

[bloodspent]

[Well, Jake can be found sitting outside the warehouse area at some point today, just kind of sitting on the floor like the man of class and culture he is; he's got an apple of all things with him - not eating it just yet, just idly tossing it into the air and catching it again one-handed.

He's really just got one thing to say about this weekend, honestly.]

So we're all positive that whatever happened yesterday wasn't some kind of fucked up fever dream, yeah?

[discutio]

As positive as I can be, yes.

[but he's in agreement as far as What The Actual Blue Fuck, at least.]

[eudaimonikos]

God of time's a horse, Saturn did some kind of fucked-up surgery on everyone including himself, David Bowie?

[Michael, for whatever reason, is now wearing an oversized gray hoodie in place of his normal suit jacket. He still has a dress shirt and patterned bow tie on underneath it. It's a weird look.]

Because all of that did happen, yes.

[eudaimonikos]

Hey, still not dead?

[Michael reaches out to feel Atsushi's forehead, in a blatant display of lack of boundaries? You know, to go with the weird rude question!]

[bloodspent]

...You know, I'm not sure if it would have been more or less fucked up not being able to see everything that's going on.

[jake.]

[bloodspent]

You know what, as long as nobody actually becomes some sort of eldritch-style abomination at any point, I think I can live with this world's weird. Because that was weird as shit, but it wasn't a completely intolerable weird.

[...]

Nice jacket, by the way.

[semistableman]

[Bucky can be found with all four of his Pokemon out in the warehouse. Why will become immediately obvious to anyone who approaches the five of them, because they're trying to haul a huge, narrow briefcase out of it, something that's a little difficult to do when you have one arm between the five of you.

Once it's out, with or without assistance, Bucky picks it up carefully, like it's absolutely not something he wants to have damaged. It also doesn't look like it's all that heavy; just a little cumbersome, which means it's likely going to be something one of the Pokemon end up carrying, not that Flora and Donny particularly mind.

It's only later on in the evening that it becomes clear what's actually in the box-- a metallic left arm, mostly black, but interlaced with gold between the plates. Flora is watching him curiously, because of course she's never seen him with two arms.

Bucky doesn't seem to have noticed, though, because he's muttering to himself.]

Are there parts missing? Shuri's gonna kill me. But it looks like it should work for basic functions.

[discutio]

I had a fair grasp of the circumstances, by my own estimation. Past that I'm not certain I wanted to see what we contended with.

[ventulus]

Atsushi, are you going to be okay?

[ ... Dude's looked like a train hit him at full speed and then a second came back for more. ]

[omissions]

[Well, the item that Ari finds is... huh. It's a strange looking device, cylindrical with buttons. When Ari plays with the buttons, voices can suddenly be heard, loudly echoing in the warehouse.]

"How dare you!! Calling me a fake evil Evil King is the ultimate mega offense!"

"I heard a good thing! I can call you it again and again. You, fake evil being, fake evil being!"

"Ughhhhhh! Unforgivable! I thought I'd cause you to suffer in terror if you saw my real form, but I can't stand it anymore! You'll pay for this right now!"

[It sounds like a man and woman arguing...? But for some reason, Ari is smiling a little upon recognizing the voices...]

[bloodspent]

...If it's any consolation to you, apparently the god of time is somewhere between kind of terrifying in size and kind of stupid-looking in execution.

[discutio]

Sounded rather like a spiracorn, so that was roughly my own impression. What did it look like?

[bloodspent]

Okay, so. Picture a horse, as drawn by an eight-year-old girl who's never actually seen a horse in person but fuck, man, she really likes horses. Only its face is pretty flat and all the length is, for some reason, on the back of its head. Then pass that drawing over to her ten-year-old brother, who decides this thing isn't cool enough and so he adds a giant fuckoff chest shield with some sort of stone of power in the middle, spiky bits around its head and flaring up around its ass because this thing needs to be armored, and instead of a proper horse tail it's more like a lizard's because fuck that flowy shit. This monstrosity is the size of a building.

...Also for some reason it's blue.

[discutio]

...I feel I have to point out that our world doesn't have horses, Jake. But I think I have the image of it, more or less.

['A spiracorn, but armored, blue, and stupid.']

That's...hm. The deities we've met so far have looked a bit unconventional as well, so far as I know. But that is certainly taking the idea a touch farther.

[bloodspent]

This thing was more the size of the shit I'm used to taking on. I haven't known what to do with the tiny ones, I'm not used to something that small being able to screw people up. There's something almost familiar about giant things that hate you.

[discutio]

'The size of a building' is a little more familiar to me as well. I would presume the ruler of space to be similar to its counterpart, while I would bet the creator's liable to be a walking calamity in size.

[hyruglyphics]

-Oh, what is that...?

[ She managed to finally sleep towards the end of last night, and she's got a little pack that she's got on the back of Miphanus, the fucking tank walking/floating behind her . But as for what she got herself, it's presumably the flower in her hands. ]

[bloodspent]

[...That thing's going to be, like. C-HAOS-sized, isn't it. Christ.]

I'm not sure who I'm hoping has control over that last one, because none of the options here are good.

[hyruglyphics]

A new arm? Oh, Bucky, what is that?!

[ At night, she's excitedly going over to check that out?? Because of course she is? But then, following behind her is Saber the Lickilicky who is... well they're hoping there's something to eat, but hey, pink dinosaur. ]

[hyruglyphics]

I do not imagine so?

[ She's got a flower in her hands. But. ]

[discutio]

I was just discussing the same with Rey last night. Given that there are three of them and three Commanders...it's possible Mars or Jupiter has it, if not Cyrus himself.

...There's no option there that I want anything to do with, but we've not much choice.

[hyruglyphics]

Are you... still recovering, Atsushi?

[ Errr???

That said, she comes over to check in on him there, the one behind her right now is the Vah Daroh, the Porygon2, sort of beeping and floating upside... down?

But oh, he got food. ]