come out of hiding, i'm right here beside you

[barehands]

[A while after the execution has ended, everyone will find a simple note slipped under their door.]

If you don't want to be alone after everything that's happening, some of us will be in the dining room. Even if you decide not to come, please remember that you aren't alone here.

[The note isn't signed, but the handwriting is feminine and neat.

For anyone who decides to come, there's a good array of food laid out on the table. There are some small and simple cakes, cookies, and pastries, a healthy amount of okonomiyaki, okayu, and other Japanese dishes (with a focus on rice and eggs), along with curry. In addition, there are pancakes, and a large pot of soup. It looks like a few people collaborated to make enough food for everyone here.

Just like the meal they shared together earlier in the week, the candles from the storage room lend a more peaceful light than the fluorescent lights above.]

Comments

[dangerousfool]

It wasn't? Oh.

[Wheatley seems to consider that for a moment]

I guess I could do that. It'd be like supervising the papers, and I have experience in supervising, I can do that!

[You somehow managed to kinda cheer Wheatley up. Congratulations?]

[heritrix]

[This wasn't her intention at all, but somehow in her life it keeps happening??]

Would you to be the official paper supervisor, space junk-san. Would that make you happy.

[dangerousfool]

I'm not sure it would, but I wouldn't mind to--wait, space junk? What?

[Guess who hasn't even taken a look at his profile]

[heritrix]

Isn't that what you are? It seemed bizarre, but it's what the profile said.

[dangerousfool]

No, I have never been in space, I'd remember if I had.

[Wheatley's eye shrinks in surprise. Wait, is that who they had...]

They wanted to bring him in here?!

[heritrix]

[Okay, some of her playfulness is dissipating.]

Bring who?

[Wheatley she swears to — okay not god because Kirei would smugface — but she swears if there's another trippy robot with a soul abomination here with you and this one has human skin...]

[dangerousfool]

There's another Personality Core in the facility I was in that loves space. If there's someone who'd be called space junk it'd be him.

I mean, we look pretty much the same except for the color of our optics, but I don't get how they thought I was him. He knows only one word!

[heritrix]

[Rin makes an oooh sound, and taps a fist against her knee.]

I like him better already. No words would be preferable, but an improvement is an improvement.

[dangerousfool]

Well, if you like someone who'd shout SPAAAAACE every ten seconds or so then that's great! Maybe he's around here, I'll tell him to go see you.

[He doesn't mean it maliciously. The Space Core maybe would be glad to have someone who'd like him around]

[heritrix]

If he was, he'd have a profile. Even you did.

[Maybe she's getting a little nicer, because she doesn't add on "and you're the most unnecessary", even though she thinks it.]