Yes, I'll meet you coming back when the universe has expanded

[azumods]

[Mars' chains had faded away as soon as the chains on Palkia had shattered, that unnatural red glow leaving her eyes; she doesn't stumble, to her credit, and seems to be trying to resist the urge to flinch or anything, but she's...not precisely looking too hot, either. Not like she's going to faint or anything, just like she's been through A Lot.

Jupiter is staying near her for the time being; ultimately, she's the one that addresses you.]

You guys can stay here if you want. Or don't, I don't care enough to insist. But we've got food and beds that probably beat the Center's, at least.

We'll be around, either way. Since I doubt you guys are just going to leave us alone after all that. Do what you want.


[OOC: Consider this a log to cover both any afterparty whatnot you want to get up to, as well as something to carry over into Sunday! Both Jupiter and Mars will be available for NPC threads on this particular log, should they be desired.]

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[divinedescendant]

[Considering literally everything that Emmeryn's life has consistently been since the age of nine, the bar stands exceptionally high, but Emmeryn has probably never needed a nap more in her entire goddamn fucking life than she does right now, and honestly Jupiter and Mars were not even half of it.

jesus tittyfucking christ.

But do you think she's actually going to rest? For a single goddamn second? Absolutely not! So Saturday evening, as everyone settles in the Galactic Base, she sets to work fussing, making rounds all up and down the building. Manaphy's egg rests at her chest in a cloth sling like she's carrying around a human infant, the same one that kept Latona's egg and little unfeeling Heim before his evolution held close to her heart. Looking pensive? Looking tired? Sitting, standing, or otherwise existing near a flat surface? Enjoy your tea as Emmeryn sets it down beside you without preamble. Yes, she's going to find Mars and Jupiter to give them tea, too. Given that this has been her go-to jesus-fuck-did-that-happen post-event wind-down ritual for a little while, if you have a favorite, she probably remembers it!]

Here, I've brought a little something—It's still hot, be careful.

[Duma waddles behind her the whole time, trying to hide his face against her skirt even while she moves. Please never ever leave him that was so scary.

But exhaustion catches up to her as the evening goes on, and she needs to step out. One moment, only for a moment—of all places, she takes a short walk east, to Route 211, and sits in the grass, nearer to the cliff's edge than the city, but only, only barely. Latona sits beside her, and Emmeryn cannot help but lean against her; Duma sits at her other side, for once, not causing trouble, and Emmeryn keeps one arm over him. The egg sits snug in her lap.

Audhulma trills and dances about the place, always looking back to Emmeryn for her approval, knowing not to twirl too far out of reach. Less mindful, Heim zips through the air, up higher and higher, descending and looping and back again. He loop-de-loops forward, past her, towards the cliff's edge, and Emmeryn's breath catches, she starts to reach one arm out, his name catches in her throat, and—

He flies a little farther, flips and dips up and down, a little farther again, steady, steady. He's fine, just fine. He flutters closer to the opposite mountainside, across the bridge, and back again.

With a slow, shaky sigh, Emmeryn withdraws her arm, touches her fingertips to her chest, lightly. The sight of the night sky making even the short drop down over the cliff still makes her stomach churn, and the memories of a deity's despair don't know how to settle in her yet, but no stars have never looked lovelier.]

[discutio]

Oh... thank you, Emmeryn.

[Tea's not quite his thing, but by god he'll take anything right now.]

I hope you didn't go to much trouble.

Kitchen

[anythingforyou]

[Emmeryn will have likely seen Camilla in the kitchen making hella amounts of food for everyone after all of that. It's stress cooking at it's finest, really, and Camilla's definitely taken out of her head when Emmeryn sets down the tea next to her.]

Oh-- [...give her a sec, that was undignified.] ...Thank you, Emmeryn. That's incredibly sweet of you.

[azumods]

[Oh...hey, Emmeryn.

Jupiter might take a little bit of finding; it seems she's left Mars to herself for the time being, and while usually she tries to act in a way that's halfway befitting a commander - or at least someone who has her shit together - she's in one of the side rooms just...sitting on the floor off against the wall, legs drawn up to her chest and arms folded on top of her knees, head down.

She doesn't jump up or even try to act dignified when she hears Emmeryn come in, she just looks up and unfolds herself a bit, and she'll accept the tea easily enough, even if she'll look a bit bemused as to why this is happening in the first place.]

Pretty sure I don't do anything but yell at you.

[The question of why she's being offered this at all is implicit, though she'll leave it unstated.]

[azumods]

[You'll find Mars off in one of side rooms, staring out a window overlooking the city. It looks like she's had time to fix her hair properly, but that's certainly not the only change. The mania from earlier is gone, though she still seems a little wound-up.

She'll glance up when she hears you in the doorway, and tip her head a bit at the tea.]

You didn't have to.

[She'll accept it after a moment though, because Emmeryn's probably not going to take no for an answer.]

Galactic Base

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael accepts the tea instinctively, but seeing that Manaphy egg up close again reminds him of what happened earlier. God, it feels like weeks ago now. He can't muster the same anger he'd felt out on the beach, but he bristles a little at the reminder.]

You do see how shooting a magic beam at you with no warning was pretty shitty, right?

galactic base

[thunderwolf]

[Eustace is found propped up on one of the beds with a sleeping Rose in his lap. Her tendril arms are coiled around his waist, so he has to strategically receive Emmeryn's tea offering, but he accomplishes it! He's just not allowed to actually move from this spot anytime soon.]

Thanks, Emmeryn. You're starting to make me into a tea person.

[...]

Are you feeling all right? After the... [He motions at the egg with his cup.] Everything?

[Because actually yeah, it was way more than just Manaphy. But Manaphy was the most unexpected part.]

[discutio]

[Ignis did make some attempt to make for the kitchen as usual. He'd taken some time to set his coat aside and wash the rest of the ash from the encounter with Heatran off his face. Highwind sat in the corner, unharmed but preening at some faintly charred bits of cotton on his wings.]

[And that was about as far as he got, because Ignis took what he'd planned to be a minute to sit down and set aside his visor...then wound up falling asleep with his head on folded arms.]

[anythingforyou]

[Well, Camilla was all ready to join him in the kitchen, honestly--she was gonna just wash herself off a bit and then get some meals started after she'd spent some time apologizing to her Pokemon, but the sight she sees in the kitchen is...well, it definitely seems like he needs the rest.

Camilla looks over to Highwind with a finger in front of her lips, a gentle 'shh', and dips out for a moment--she winds up finding one of the beds in the building and nabbing a blanket from it, before coming back in and placing the blanket on top of him gently. He can take a rest; she'll take over for the time being.

He will more than likely hear her either way, though; she does her best to work somewhat softly, but whether he hears her working in the evening or in the morning, she'll definitely be there and cooking. Hell, he'll probably even find a plate of something on the table when he wakes up, failing that; hopefully he doesn't mind some fruit filled crepes, if that's the case.]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael has never seen Ignis do this, ever.

He came in here to make some cookies, this being the one post-crisis thing he's taught himself to do competently. He'll continue doing that, but he keeps casting Ignis vaguely alarmed looks as he works. Should he wake him up? His neck would kill him after sleeping like that all night, but his body's also a good forty years older.

Maybe he'll just work a little longer and see if Ignis wakes up on his own?]

[anythingforyou]

[...Gods, there's something to be said for just how much these encounters take out of her; first there was everything that the cave decided to be, and then there was Mars, and Ignis, and everything was just. Stressful as hell. And Camilla's used to stress. That's not even touching upon the fact she'd tried to show some actual decency towards an enemy for once, and she's...really not sure if she's cut out for it. She really can't help but feel like she's gone back on everything she knows, and it's...a mess.

...It's at least good that they all survived, if nothing else.

She's actually going to be spending a lot of time in the Kitchen, having taken over for Ignis for a while he's conked out; she's making just about anything she can, honestly, so if you got a specific request, she'll hear it. Even if she seems honestly really out of it; she'll be better when she's addressed, but one may probably see her just kind of staring deeply into whatever she's cutting up, or into space while she stirs some stuff. Either way, it's. A mess, but she's got work to do. It's something.

Camilla does wind up bringing meals to Jupiter and Mars, as well, should they need anything to eat. It's only fair, after all, and she can't really say she minds either of them too much. Though she suspects the feeling is likely not mutual.

It's later in the night that Camilla can be found on Route 205, with most of her Pokemon out with her on that bridge. It's definitely a somber mood tonight, and Camilla is absolutely just holding Altena and Haar very closely while they cuddle on up to her. It's...honestly, just really nice out tonight, and the air is good for all of them. Even the ones who are playing on the bridge, chasing one another around.]

...We really do have such hideous amounts of determination, don't we. [It isn't stated to anyone in particular, though if anyone's nearby, they might hear her.] We cut it so close, each and every time. It's worrying, isn't it.

[There's a lot on her mind, to say the least.

She'll probably be in the kitchen again come Sunday, as well, just kind of keeping a general rhythm of cooking for everyone. She'll be a little more mentally there, then, at least.]

Route 205

[takestheblame]

It's fitting, in some strange manner.

[Because hey, it's like a strange, heroic tale]

[azumods]

[Jupiter is...currently leaving Mars alone for the time being, seeing as she's got a lot to think about and she wants to consider exactly none of it, so here we are; she usually at least tries to act like someone who has her shit together, but she doesn't exactly have her shit together right now so she's just...off in one of the side rooms, sitting on the floor near the wall with her legs drawn up and her arms folded on top of her knees, head down. She does seem to hear Camilla coming, though she doesn't jump up or try to act dignified, she just kind of looks up and uncurls herself a bit because might as well, honestly.]

Oh, come on, you didn't have to go and do that.

[The...cooking and stuff. Either way, it doesn't sound truly agitated; half-joking, maybe, but there's a definite undercurrent of "why" to the words as well.]

Route 205

[bloodspent]

[Hey, Camilla.

Jake's got Albert out with him tonight, just because it seemed like a good night for it now that he's not going to be terrified by the...world, let's be real, he hadn't been taking the spatial distortions too well - anyway, he'll join her pretty easily if he's allowed, seeming a lot less worked up than he usually is after these things.]

You know, I'm not going to say we aren't dumb as hell, but sometimes all you've got to do is refuse to die when everyone really wants you to.

[azumods]

[Like Jupiter, Mars has retreated to a smaller room with a window overlooking the city. She's staring rather intently out said window, her chin propped on her hand. She's apparently had time to fix her hair and otherwise she's looking a lot calmer than she was earlier. Still wound-up, sure, but not like she's going to start shrieking again.

She'll look up when she hears you at the door.]

Oh, hi. You didn't make that for me, did you?

[She tips her head a bit to indicate the food.]

kitchen

[fatalstrikes]

[Usually Yuri vanishes after all the stress of these big meetings and deity-encounters. Today's a little different though, because he noticed that Ignis fell asleep, so... Well. Here he is in the kitchen, looking like he totally belongs here. He's even got his hair tied up! He is ready to help.]

Figured you could use an extra hand if you're going to cook for everyone.

[You've probably seen him in the kitchen before, he doesn't usually prepare meals for everyone, but if someone's around while he's cooking, he'll always offer to make them something. He's pretty good at it! He doesn't mind this sort of thing, and really, it looks like Camilla could use some assistance since she seems a little out of it.]

Kitchen

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, holy shit.

[Michael's voice is hushed, and he's stepping carefully as he creeps over to look at the sleeping Ignis.]

I almost feel obligated to draw on his face or something. Probably get my wrist broken.

[gekkaju]

[After all of that, Atsushi didn't think that they'd be spending time resting in the Galactic Base, but here they are. He'd been a little less of a force during their confrontation with Jupiter and Mars than he had been during the battle against Heatran, mostly because the others were better at talking. He was good at...you know, recklessly throwing himself at problems until they fixed themselves. Now he needed to rest and find his Pokemon some healing because he'd literally upended his bag and gave Palkia all of his berries.

He finds one of the beds and sits down there with Chazuke, Mizushi, and Natto sitting in a semi-circle around him as he rummages in his bag for some towels he'd shoved in there. He lets Grace out, giving her the task of running some of the towels to the kitchen to be dampened (and if you're in the kitchen you might find an Eevee bumping into your legs, silently asking you to help her up to the sink), using them once she returned to wipe the three larger Pokemon down since they were all still ashy from the fight in the cavern.

Atsushi then has Mizushi sit on the bed next to him, carefully spraying his wounds with a potion bottle, occasionally spritzing Natto with the same. Remarkably she's in better shape even after challenging Heatran head on. Mizushi is just exhausted really, after both attacking for so long without reprieve and everything.

...of course, the Floatzel isn't getting out of the TLC without Atsushi pulling him into a hug, to which the Floatzel looks down at him for a moment before carefully returning the embrace, patting Atsushi's back with his paws and licking his hair, slicking his bangs off his forehead in the silliest way possible.

He's tired, they all are, but...things are improving. Slowly but surely, and that's something.]

beds

[niceoppai]

What in the heck even happened to you guys? Did you fall into somebody's fireplace or something?

[niceoppai]

[Chelsea lets out a sigh of relief and slumps against the wall.]

Oh, man... How do we get ourselves into this stuff?

[Well, it's time to rest and eat in the Galactic Base on Saturday night, anyway. Chelsea and her Pokémon will be eating whatever's being made and she'll wave you over if you pass by.

Later, she'll be sitting on one of the beds, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.]

I think you guys're rubbing off on me.

galactic base

[thunderwolf]

[Effectively waved over, Eustace joins Chelsea with some of his own food.]

Been looking for you, actually.

[What could this be about now?]

[eudaimonikos]

[That was a weird experience, huh?

It all got a little emotional for Michael towards the end, so perhaps it's no surprise when he bows out of the base immediately afterwards. At least he's not so worked up that he'll run out without letting people know he's going. Anyone who follows him will find him ushering all those ghosts he collected back out of the Pokemon Center. They disperse slowly as he waves them on, looking sort of like a long and angular mother duck. He retrieves his belongings while he's there, and a few other things as well. Maybe it was just because of Saturn, but that last Galactic Base did not have a wide range of foodstuffs.

On his way back, he pops into the residences along his route as well. He doesn't know any of these people, so it's not exactly a visit. Really he just yells:]

Hey, the space thing's fixed!

[Before heading out. Tonight just reminded him of the last night he visited Liam, to let him know about time. That's all.

Back in the base, he gets some dinner from whatever Camilla made and repairs to the kitchen himself. He'll be making chocolate-chip cookies again - no experimentation this time, just whatever version of the recipe he seems to have settled on. He goes around to bring them to people when he's finished.]

Here, have some sugar. I didn't put anything weird in these ones.

[Half the group seems beat. That's not unusual, but they seem a lot worse off than even that shitty confrontation warranted. Maybe he should catch up with Team Right Stairs at some point?

Mars and Jupiter will be offered some cookies too:]

Veganism is a Saturn thing, right? Not a Galactic thing?

[That done, he'll settle into one corner with all his Pokemon. Gaston's rhinestones could do with some fixing, and you may also catch him having a quiet conversation with Jane Doe. Michael never really told her about Jupiter's role in how they met. At some point he falls asleep there, resting back against the coiled bulk of his Milotic. That's probably not going to do him any favors in the morning.]

[azumods]

[...Oh, what is. This, um.

Jupiter is sitting on the floor in one of the side rooms; she seems to have gotten over curling around herself and putting her head down for now, so for the time being she's just kind of...honestly, she's taken her hair out of the styling she's usually got it in, letting it spill down her shoulders and shaking it out a little. The effect is a little weird, and she's still not even trying to pretend she's got her shit together, but you know what, she's here, and the question actually gets her to laugh a bit, briefly.]

Definitely a Saturn thing. If it were a Team Galactic thing, I would have quit by now.

[hyruglyphics]

[ So as it turns out, shooting a psybeam, mimicing the powers of Pokémon far stronger than you produces a decent set of experience. And as such, once Zelda makes to settle into the base (she actually sort of intends to go and see if she can't find some records room and possibly collect some new books or research material), well. The Mime Jr evolves. Zelda is delighted with the sight even if she's also... a little worried... it might be sick... But mostly it's an exciting thing, to see this one... she needs to pick a name!

Anyway, while much of her time is spent around the Base trying to find said research materials (possibly asking Jupiter or Mars if they can direct her to them), she is also entertaining herself with the new form of her companion. Namely, that he is silently miming out a wall! Actually, a pretty big wall in one hallway!

... A wall which is, actually, there. It's just invisible and made of psychic barriers. So hope you don't run into it? Zelda herself is on the far side of it, mostly there with the Sheikah Slate to try to take some photos of it. ]

Oh, do be careful...!

[ Though as Sunday comes, she's walking out into the city proper. A little bit antsy even though she didn't really do all that much, her main stop is actually the herb shop to gather up some last minute supplies before they set out again. ]

base

[niceoppai]

Whatcha lookin' for, Zel? [Chelsea looks up from sorting her stuff in her bag.] Something of Galactic's?

[swiftasacoursingkawa]

[Saturday evening finds Sena fussing over his Pokemon in the base, rubbing soot off of Portus and reassuring his bug-types that it's okay, just because they couldn't bear the lava world's heat doesn't make them useless. Vee wasn't out there either and she doesn't really give much of a shit about that.

Then again, Vee doesn't give a shit about a lot of things if they're not fun to her, so maybe she's a bad example.

By Sunday morning, though, he seems a little more sure of himself and a little more focused, because he seems intent on seeking out Jupiter to ask her something. Or apologize about something. It's not entirely clear which.]

[azumods]

[Come Sunday morning, Jupiter isn't too hard to find; she can be found up in that room where you'd confronted both her and Mars the day before, checking the machines over and making sure they weren't damaged during The Palkia Experience. She seems in an acceptable enough mood now that she's had some time to cool down, though, or at the very least she seems back to business as usual.]

[semistableman]

[That could have gone so, so much worse, couldn't it? He's still in shock that they were able to get through all of it without anyone dying; of course, it was his goal not to kill anyone-- and he intends to stick to it. Especially with the recent revelation of how much Cyrus actually cares about his Commanders even if he can't express it worth a damn.

The fact remains that he can't sit around doing nothing, so he does what he's done best whenever he's in a fit of anxiety. He cooks the vegetable stew he always offers to the group, including an offering to Jupiter and Mars. There's not many hard feelings right now considering they did both agree to unchain Palkia at great personal risk to themselves.

By Sunday he seems a little less.... blank, and can be found just outside the city with his menagerie of Pokemon in tow.]

[azumods]

[So Jupiter's not even pretending to have her shit together tonight; she's just kind of sitting on the floor in one of the side rooms, having taken her hair down at some point from the usual style and just kind of letting it spill haphazardly down her shoulders and back - it's a lot longer than it looks when it's up. That said, though, she's not doing too much, just kind of sitting there and staring blankly at the empty space three inches in front of her face like she's thinking about stuff, but she'll come around when she hears Bucky enter.]

Even after I threatened to rip your arm off and beat a blind guy with it, huh?

[It's light, though.]

closed to mars;

[azumods]

[Okay, so. While Jupiter still doesn't want to talk to Mars about literally anything that happened today, she still needs to check on her and make sure she's still, you know, in one piece and hasn't run off immediately to go cry to Master Cyrus or done something equally impulsive and generally stupid. Not like she cares or anything.

She'll find her in that side room with the window eventually; Jupiter's taken her hair down out of the usual style, leaving it to hang loosely down her back, because she's not here to even pretend that she's got her shit together right now - but judging by her general demeanor, it seems like she's going to at least try for the time being, she doesn't seem worked up or upset or anything, just kind of here.

She taps gently on the doorframe as she enters, to get Mars' attention and not just startle the crap out of her.]

Hey. You still want to go back to Master Cyrus, or do you want to wait for a little while on it?

[She'll come in and sit down nearby without really waiting for an invitation.]

He's got to know already about what happened, after Palkia fixed everything.

[azumods]

[Mars glances up at that and she settles when she notices Jupiter. Jupiter's looking approximately how Mars is feeling, but she's fixed her hair and she's trying to at least hold herself together until the crazy group of chatty people has left.]

Yeah, definitely. It would be pretty stupid to keep him waiting.

[She hesitates once that's out there, though.]

To be honest, I'm not really sure if I want to go back right away. That's kind of stupid, isn't it? There's some stuff I want to talk to him about - beyond the Palkia situation - but...

[She shrugs. It's something she doesn't really know how to explain, because she's not even sure what the problem is.]

[radiantflame]

[Immediately following everything with Palkia, Morag sees fit to release the rest of her team from their pokeballs. Tropius immediately senses that Mars seems a bit stressed, and lumbers over, bowing down and offering her some fruit. Can she offer you a nice banana in this trying time?

Later, Morag takes her leave and heads towards the city outskirts to keep watch. Or... she tries to at least, because Sorcha suddenly lights up, disappearing in a flash of white light, reappearing as something quite different. It appears the assault on the chain was enough to finally put her over.]

...Ah. Well, I suppose you all did do quite enough today. Perhaps we'll take a short break after all.

[And that's how they ended up spending the night at the base, anyhow.]

[azumods]

[Mars looks up when she hears movement, and her expression softens a bit on seeing Tropius.]

Hey there. Oh, for me? Thanks.

[She will happily accept the banana. Thank you, giant bananasaur.]

Did you wander off from your trainer?

[Not that she's really expecting a response she can understand or anything, but Pokémon are people too and you treat them with respect. More respect than you treat half the people you talk to with if you're Mars, but eh. it's whatever!!!]