'cause it's better than nothing

[thespaceopera]

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - P Otono-Tachibana Makie Pavel Chekov Peter Parker Pidge Gunderson Prompto Argentum Psycho Mantis

Q - S Randolph Lyall Remy LeBeau Sandalio "Biffy" de Rabiffano Sanza Stark Shin-Ah Sorey Steve Rogers

T - V Taako Thor Tim Drake Tyrion Lannister Ulaz Vash the Stampede Victor Frankenstein The Vision

W - Z Wanda Maximoff Zaveid

(last updated: 1/25/19)

Comments

[this_loser]

[Upon picking up the bracelet, the scene will change considerably.

Prompto stands before a large circular door. Gingerly stepping forward triggers the door to split and spiral open, revealing a dimly chamber lined with tall glass tubes. In each is contained a human, bodies and heads bare, arms folded, eyes closed, as if they were simply sleeping. A black swirling mist obscures the lower half of the tubes.

Moving closer, and he'll see they all look very familiar.]

Who...What am I?

[There's confusion, and anger, and whole lot of fear.

The feeling only gets worse, culminating in a gut-deep sickness when he finds a clipboard at the end of one line of tubes. A termination report, with a list of numbers - not names, unit numbers. "The following specimens have been eradicated." The picture paperclipped next to the report looks just like him, and he feels bile rise up his throat.

There's a stairway behind him. He thinks, it's got to be better away from here, and slowly creeps up the metal steps. The scene fades back to the sunlit haven]

[the_tailor]

[Oh, Prompto... There's clearly more to the guy than Lance ever imagined. Is he really some kind of test tube baby? An experiment? God, how sick do people have to be to do that--to create human beings and think of them as subjects, to eradicate them--

He feels almost nauseated. Once he's back to the campfire, he takes several gulps of fresh air before moving on. ...The book can't be bad, can it? He picks it up.]

[this_loser]

[The book will offer a small reprieve from the previous memory.]

[Welcome to Lestallum, where women are in charge, and everyone is okay with that.

It's also stupid hot and crowded as Noctis leads the way down narrow cobblestone streets to the hotel, with its fans and glorious shower.

Prompto, enamored by the ladies coming off their shifts, some of them with arms thicker than his, feels the need to pipe up.

Noctis paps him on the back of the head and the scene ends as they trek onward.]

[the_tailor]

[Oh, man. One look at the women in this town tells him that he would have loved to be there. He can greatly share in Prompto's appreciation of them, undoubtedly.

(Look, he's a very happily taken man, but he won't deny hotness where it is!)

He can't help but laugh a little at poor Prompto. Well, at least he's found himself a badass girlfriend now.]

[this_loser]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.

[Standing near the cooking station, fingers hooked in his belt, is Prompto.]

Hey, Lance.

[the_tailor]

Prompto.

[He gives him a little smile, waving to the other man.]

Heck of a city there, huh?

[this_loser]

Lestallum? Yeah. Not nearly as impressive as Insomnia, but ... it has its charm. Hot as balls, though.

[the_tailor]

Where I grew up was pretty hot as balls itself, but I can totally get people who aren't used to that kind of heat.

[He nods.]

Insomnia? That a bigger city where you're from?

[this_loser]

Yeah. It ... it was.

[The smile drops. He presses his lips together, eyes going distant.]

[the_tailor]

[Was.

Well, shit.]

Sorry, Prompto. I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory.

[Which is amusing enough, because he literally did just earlier. Lance is unsure if he should approach him now about that, though.]

[this_loser]

Nah. Don't sweat it. Half of what I got are bad memories.

[Which means the other half are good, right? Even odds. Or something.]

[the_tailor]

That...sucks. I'm sorry about that.

[Sometimes, life really was unfair, being so cruel to such good people.]

But hey, you just gotta focus on the other half. And the good stuff that's happened here.