QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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week 7, post "trial"

[chanteuser]

[ they're in (one of the three who didn't DIE)'s room because it's like 2:30am and i'm sleepy. alex is peering out of the window with a frown. ]

... I really don't know if this is supposed to be a good or a bad thing.

[ the lack of colour, the glitching... ]

[arkitect]

[it can be emet's bc he's not inviting anyone else. he's laying on his back on the bed, arms folded behind his head.]

It is most likely to simply be the way things are, 'til reaching a conclusion.

[robopriest]

Well, if we are inside a machine...it makes sense. Probably.

[Still feels weird, though. He just shakes his head before also laying back on the bed.]

[arkitect]

[well. if they're both on the bed... it takes a few minutes, but he will eventually rest a hand on one of hansa's. chiron's are busy.

it's the last night, he will allow a little indulgence before they know what might come next.]

'Tis still strange to think of.

[robopriest]

I don't suppose anything in your thirteen thousand years was anything like this?

[Hand touching...he feels blessed...even if everything is just ??? right now]

[arkitect]

...not entirely like this.

[he idly laces their fingers together, but- sounds slightly distant.

it isn't exactly the same, but he's seen the end of the world before. the cracked sky is... mildly unsettling.]

[robopriest]

[He smiles at the interlacing of fingers, before drawing their hands onto his chest to rest against it.]

Mmm. Either way...we all have each other, right?

[arkitect]

[he'll allow it-- as hansa moves their hands, he doesn't let go.]

We do for tonight. Naught else may be guaranteed, but there is that much, now.

[chanteuser]

[ rest, grandpa. ]

... It's probably the most creepy I've seen things here. But hopefully it is just that.

[arkitect]

We may hope, yes. If there was a point or a requirement to that final vote, then I am sure enough of us chose yes.

[chanteuser]

... probably.

[ ... ]

Although it would be nice if this was it, for the right reasons.

[arkitect]

I certainly hope it is. I do not have the patience to continue.

[he's so tired. let him rest, whether it's in death or not.]

[chanteuser]

[ let! grandpa! emet! rest! ]

I think we'd all be happier if that's the outcome.

[antaressnipe]

[Chiron is on the floor

... with a knife in hand, and a piece of wood, quietly whittling. It isn't anything of note, or shape, but the motion soothes him]

We will have to see what tomorrow brings. All things considered, I feel we did well.

[chanteuser]

I'm surprised that "imagine you have a village" task turned out as well as it did.

[antaressnipe]

Yes, that could have gone far more poorly than it did, though I do think it helped it was a hypothetical at heart.

[or so he assumes]

[chanteuser]

[ just calling that out: ]

We hope.

But a peaceful co-existence with a few crab cultists and a spa isn't too bad.

[antaressnipe]

No, it isn't.

[... Though briefly his head pops up from his work, staring at all three]

By the way -- None of you were injured in the skirmish, were you?

[arkitect]

It would take some doing to truly injure me, in that form.

[he's fiiine.]

[antaressnipe]

[A faint look of amusement]

Truthfully, I meant the other two, but it would be unfair to disregard your health just in case.

[Emet you OP bastard]

[robopriest]

Only the one scratch which you took care of. The rest of me is fine.

[Says Hansa even though he still has bite marks from weeks ago from the mosasaurus. Also Treasure is here because I say so. She just curls herself up against Chiron.]

[antaressnipe]

[Ah, a sweetheart. He will give her a scratch against her ear while he responds to Hansa]

Very good. I would have been cross otherwise.

... Not that the skirmish was impressive...

[All of them just OP bastards]

[chanteuser]

I avoided any injuries.

[ she was flying, after all ]

[antaressnipe]

Good. I am grateful.

[So that's no one he needs to bandage, and his eyes drop back to his piece of wood, watching it slowly disappear as it's whittled down to nothing.

A sigh, and he will look out a window if there's one.]

Our last night here, then... if we are fortunate... [Honestly he's more talking to himself at this point]

[arkitect]

...we will simply have to see.

[not quite looking at him, still on his back, staring at the ceiling.]