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Week 11.
WEEK 11 The meeting with Mars could have gone infinitely worse. It's difficult to say that it went well, admittedly, but at least it didn't go as poorly as it could have; either way, her departure leaves you free to look around the Valley Windworks, and it shouldn't take you long at all to find something interesting on the floor. It's bright yellow and glowing, set into the ground like any other normal part of the floor otherwise; stepping on it will cause the world to spin briefly in your field of vision, and when it straightens itself out again, you find yourself standing in the corner of the lobby of a large building you've never seen before. Welcome to the Jubilife TV station. The place seems staffed with Galactic grunts, but they leave you alone outside of just watching you in that dead-eyed, vaguely unnerving way they have of watching everything; they'll let you leave without a fuss at any rate, and it's probably for the best that you get yourself situated for the time being. After all, you've got an entire new city to get accustomed to. The people here seem to be trying to get themselves situated as well, though obviously that's for entirely different reasons. The world continues to change, around them and you both, and overall things do seem to be going in a direction that might be considered favorable. Noticeably, the grunts in the TV station don't seem to be changing at all, regardless of what happens to the other locals; that might be cause for some concern... POKEMON AVAILABLE: WITHIN CITIES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week eleven of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend!] |
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[But he doesn't mean that in a bad way. It...reminds him of home. It's nostalgic, in a way.]
You guys really have stuck together all this time despite everything, huh?
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Ignis-san...can I ask you something?
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Of course you can, Atsushi.
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[He just can't shake off Mars' snide words to him. He's an outsider, he doesn't belong here, and therefore how could he know what's best for a world currently devoid of any and all life...]
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...I've no conclusive answer one way or the other; we simply don't know enough of Galactic's motivations in selecting offworlders or the criteria of who they chose. What I can speak to is that a fair handful of us seemed in need of a second chance of sorts, or that these circumstances provided opportunities otherwise unavailable.
I do hate to say something as cliched as 'it is what you make of it', but in the absence of objective reason I think one should consider seeking out their own.
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[He got one of those, back home. Or, he was in the process of getting one, he thinks. Things had been pretty bad, but he felt like he was making some sort of difference, at least.]
That's all you really can say in a situation like this, I think...I guess in the end I just hope I can be of some help with what we're trying to do, here. Even if those commanders don't like it.
It's right, what we're doing.
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That sounds bad, but it actually does help me feel better.
[We're all just doing our best...]
And I have a feeling that a group of free-thinking people is going to be a match against a handful of the same with an army of mindless grunts.
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