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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[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!!!]

[radiantflame]

[Morag looks away for one minute and Tropius is harassing the Galactic members. Wonderful.]

Ah. I apologize if she's bothering you.

[azumods]

[Oh, hi, Morag.]

She's not bothering me. She gave me a banana.

[oh my god.]