[When he woke up, it was dark outside. It was dark and he was bewildered and immediately panicked a bit, throwing the covers off and staring around the room with wide eyes before settling. It's okay. It's only Tuesday. Everyone is still okay.
It takes him a few minutes to regain his bearings, to calm down a little as he slips out of bed and rubs his eyes tiredly. It's...confusing? It's confusing and disorienting, and part of him still wants to roll over and go back to bed. That doesn't seem feasible though.
The hotel's much quieter now with only 14 of them, so when he enters the kitchen he's not expecting anyone to be there. For a moment, he stares at Milla like she's someone he doesn't recognize. He's still in pajama pants and a t-shirt, hair sticking up in several directions and blinking away sleep as he moves from the pile of sandwiches to Milla back to the sandwiches.
At least it's Milla though.]
Funny enough, I haven't seen anyone all day. [There's a small half-hearted smile.] Feeding an army or what?
[At least this time she gets a real laugh, quiet though it may be. He's even running a hand through his hair to try and make it less messy.]
I just woke up. It was not Tuesday when I fell asleep. [The response is enough for him to look startled, lifting an eyebrow suddenly and feeling more awake.]
...Milla, there's like twenty sandwiches there. [An exaggeration, sure, but by how much?]
[He shakes his head in amusement before he considers the seat she's offered...and he's turning, moving for the fridge instead to get a half-empty bottle of juice. He started this yesterday. Maybe he should worry that someone's poisoned it or something but who even cares anymore? Instead, he takes his juice and moves to sit across the table from her, eyeing the sandwiches curiously.]
I appreciate the offer, but maybe later. [Even if he'll keep staring at them on and off. Don't mind him. Still, he eventually settles for giving her a level look, taking a drink as he relaxes slightly.]
How are you? [It's not a question he usually asks, but he knows the past couple of days have been especially hard on some of them. Milla isn't excluded from that, even if she seems to be holding up better than most.]
[Milla takes a sandwich for herself before she answers that question, and a flash of exhaustion appears on her features in response to it. it isn't every day that she lets down her guard like this, but. . . well. she's tired, and Percy knows it]
I'm moving forward, of course.
[as she always does. as she has to]
It's. . . tiring, I suppose. But It isn't as though I have much of a choice. [a beat] And yourself. . .?
He catches the look though and it causes a slight frown. He hates that this game's starting to wear on all of them in different ways. Not for the first time this week does he think it's completely unfair.]
I think we're all about the same place. We have to keep moving because the game isn't stopping. [He settles for sort of spinning the cap of his juice bottle on the table top.] I just slept for like twenty-four hours so I guess that's about how well I'm doing. There's...a lot of stuff to process before we meet everybody else in a few days.
[ha. . . she can only hope those 24 hours of sleep he got helped him recharge. helped him recover. she's had a rough week, what with Yuna and Sara's deaths still hanging over her. but Percy saw his roommate beheaded right before his eyes on top of learning who his girlfriend's killer was. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a bit worried for him, despite whatever faith she might have in his strength]
There is, it's true. [she exhales and takes a bit of her sandwich, chewing it in silence] . . . to be honest, in some ways, I feel a bit-- guilty? For the game having gone on this long.
[they've lost over half of their numbers by now. that sucks]
[It's something. Eventually...a hand sneaks forward to take one of those sandwiches, though he doesn't quite eat it yet.]
...that's not something we should be feeling guilty for. But I understand. I do, too. [It's the hardest part about playing.] It feels like we should be better at this after so many weeks, but things keep changing. Hal's putting us in a game it's almost like we can't win just yet. How's that fair?
It isn't fair, but to be frank this game hasn't been fair since the very beginning.
[considering. . . murder, and all that]
We're six weeks in now, and we still have yet to figure out a way to end this game in a way where Damian doesn't have to kill the Deputy. It adds to the frustration. To the. . . pain of loss.
[she grimaces, and takes another bite of her sandwich, which she chews in clear frustration.]
[He's mostly picking at it, but he'll at least breaks off chunks of said-sandwich to eat because Milla's right, this game sucks.]
We've been at a disadvantage from the very beginning, and Hal knew that. I have a feeling everybody who was put into roles felt that way. Think about Sara and Yuna. [Those poor people...]
There's another route. Hal's a robot, but he's not stupid. It just means we need to be asking him better questions to figure out how the game ends and if we can even end it with the Deputy still alive. All of us are frustrated and I guess...I dunno. Maybe I'm worried we're going to overreact and screw up.
[that is, at least, one question she can answer now]
But we'd have to get the Deputy to work with us. And. . . [another small sigh, to spare her ribs the pain of a deep breath] I feel as though we've "screwed up" many times already.
[shakes her head]
Not that those failures are any reason to give up, of course.
Luckily we're all really stubborn. I don't think any of us are going to bother giving up when we've come so far, but how are we going to get the Deputy to work with us anyway? I think it's a good idea, but that puts us at a risk of exposing everybody, too.
Of course it is. If Hal's employers rely on feeding off of pain...what's more painful, Milla? Dying? Or having your trust broken and having to live with that?
I've learned not to really try to understand why gods do what they do, but Hal doesn't seem that forthcoming with information about his employers anyway. You think maybe there is a reason besides "just because"?
And I'm half-god. There are lots of things I could be doing with all of my powers, too. I'm just saying maybe we should consider we might be out of our realm of powers and that's why we don't have them.
...it's possible. I wonder if we could ask Hal to ask them to go back to playing it with themselves and not the alternate versions of us that exist. That would be for the best, wouldn't it?
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It takes him a few minutes to regain his bearings, to calm down a little as he slips out of bed and rubs his eyes tiredly. It's...confusing? It's confusing and disorienting, and part of him still wants to roll over and go back to bed. That doesn't seem feasible though.
The hotel's much quieter now with only 14 of them, so when he enters the kitchen he's not expecting anyone to be there. For a moment, he stares at Milla like she's someone he doesn't recognize. He's still in pajama pants and a t-shirt, hair sticking up in several directions and blinking away sleep as he moves from the pile of sandwiches to Milla back to the sandwiches.
At least it's Milla though.]
Funny enough, I haven't seen anyone all day. [There's a small half-hearted smile.] Feeding an army or what?
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[her tone is slightly teasing. LET PERCY JACKSON REST???]
[she next blinks in confusion at his question, gaze flickering to the sandwiches and then up again]
Oh, no. These are for me. It's dinnertime, after all.
[and she's HUNGRY. Milla is a one-woman army, basically]
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I just woke up. It was not Tuesday when I fell asleep. [The response is enough for him to look startled, lifting an eyebrow suddenly and feeling more awake.]
...Milla, there's like twenty sandwiches there. [An exaggeration, sure, but by how much?]
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My stomach is indicating to me a craving for calories. I haven't eaten much all day.
[is all she says in response, although she does nudge the plate across the table a bit and gesture to one of the seats next to her]
But if you'd like one, you're welcome to it.
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I appreciate the offer, but maybe later. [Even if he'll keep staring at them on and off. Don't mind him. Still, he eventually settles for giving her a level look, taking a drink as he relaxes slightly.]
How are you? [It's not a question he usually asks, but he knows the past couple of days have been especially hard on some of them. Milla isn't excluded from that, even if she seems to be holding up better than most.]
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[Milla takes a sandwich for herself before she answers that question, and a flash of exhaustion appears on her features in response to it. it isn't every day that she lets down her guard like this, but. . . well. she's tired, and Percy knows it]
I'm moving forward, of course.
[as she always does. as she has to]
It's. . . tiring, I suppose. But It isn't as though I have much of a choice. [a beat] And yourself. . .?
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He catches the look though and it causes a slight frown. He hates that this game's starting to wear on all of them in different ways. Not for the first time this week does he think it's completely unfair.]
I think we're all about the same place. We have to keep moving because the game isn't stopping. [He settles for sort of spinning the cap of his juice bottle on the table top.] I just slept for like twenty-four hours so I guess that's about how well I'm doing. There's...a lot of stuff to process before we meet everybody else in a few days.
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There is, it's true. [she exhales and takes a bit of her sandwich, chewing it in silence] . . . to be honest, in some ways, I feel a bit-- guilty? For the game having gone on this long.
[they've lost over half of their numbers by now. that sucks]
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...that's not something we should be feeling guilty for. But I understand. I do, too. [It's the hardest part about playing.] It feels like we should be better at this after so many weeks, but things keep changing. Hal's putting us in a game it's almost like we can't win just yet. How's that fair?
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It isn't fair, but to be frank this game hasn't been fair since the very beginning.
[considering. . . murder, and all that]
We're six weeks in now, and we still have yet to figure out a way to end this game in a way where Damian doesn't have to kill the Deputy. It adds to the frustration. To the. . . pain of loss.
[she grimaces, and takes another bite of her sandwich, which she chews in clear frustration.]
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We've been at a disadvantage from the very beginning, and Hal knew that. I have a feeling everybody who was put into roles felt that way. Think about Sara and Yuna. [Those poor people...]
There's another route. Hal's a robot, but he's not stupid. It just means we need to be asking him better questions to figure out how the game ends and if we can even end it with the Deputy still alive. All of us are frustrated and I guess...I dunno. Maybe I'm worried we're going to overreact and screw up.
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[that is, at least, one question she can answer now]
But we'd have to get the Deputy to work with us. And. . . [another small sigh, to spare her ribs the pain of a deep breath] I feel as though we've "screwed up" many times already.
[shakes her head]
Not that those failures are any reason to give up, of course.
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It's a matter of whether we trust them to be willing to work with us or not.
[and then opens them again]
That's what this entire game has been about, yes? Trust. Or lack thereof.
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[says Milla, who had her trust broken numerous times back home by a CERTAIN SOMEONE but somehow still managed to come out of it all right]
Did we ever figure out why these "employers" feed off of pain in the first place?
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[but she has to wonder, just because it's in her nature to do so]
I told the Sheriff at the beginning of the game that I intended to kill his employers when this is over.
[that's probably a LOT harder than she wishes it was, but hey, Milla can get behind the murder of gods]
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Milla, do you know how hard it is to kill a god? I'm seriously asking.
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[no, but does that matter??? apparently not to Milla]
At the time, I didn't know they were gods.
[ha]
But I'm a being of great ability myself. If I had my spirit artes and the power of the Four to back me, I'm certain I could find a way.
[this is an example of her extreme confidence being kind of reckless and dumb, ftr]
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The Sheriff did tell me he made it impossible for our powers to exist in this town. That's why we don't have them.
But if we don't do anything about these employers, they'll just run another game like this in the future. Correct?
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[but--]
I suppose that's far easier said than done. We aren't dealing with gods who are exactly. . . ah. "Polite."
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These ones though. They've done this already and if the winner can choose an ending why not? I don't think it's against the rules to ask.
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