Empty chairs at empty tables [closed]

[showsnopiety]

Who: Q 108 Roomanates
When: After Ryder's announcement, before the intro
Where: Halls of Glory, room Q 108
What: Four heroes try to press on after the Operation. Sort of.
Rating: PG so far, maybe more for mentions of death and suffering.



[They still lived together. And the results of the Operation had been...unpleasant. Death, suffering, torture of a sorts; even Caren, who enjoyed some of these things, had been left confused and off balance.

Some of them went to Lasker and back. But they came back, time after time, to this room. To the dorm.

And they had to face each other, and the things they had done.]

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[burlyheart]

Going by appearances, one might not have even known that Potemkin had heard the news. Indeed, ritzy broadcasted speech aside, the daily workings of the Hall of Heroes had continued on as usual. Birds tweet, maids bustle through the halls replacing vases of wilting luminescent flowers, yellow summer sunlight pours through the window, and Potemkin keeps to himself, currently in the space of his own room. He stands in front of the windowsill as if observing what a lovely day it is.

It's for the better that nobody sees his face. Even just from his body, Dasvidaniya had visibly marked him. Thunderland and Sion had tried their hardest to keep him patched up during the mission, and a team of doctors afterwards, so he had left with a heavily-treated right hand and assorted bandages on his legs, from the Noir soldiers who had gotten shots where he was less able to defend himself. So lost is he, he doesn't notice that someone else has entered the room behind his back.

[impulsives]

[ A while after Ryder's announcement, Shinn's just sitting there in the room, being strangely quiet compared to his usual yelling. If there's anything to rile him up, it should be this. But it's strangely so familiar to something back home, and horrifyingly so. History keeps repeating in different places, and as usual, hatred flares up everywhere, whether it's from Ryder's words, or from the citizens themselves.

"GET OUT!" some people said to him earlier. Being unwelcome in several places due to an unfortunate circumstance sure sucked, but it's not something he's not used to, so it didn't faze him much.

They're still reeling from their loss. It's understandable.

So here he is, just nursing his own wound, right arm in a cast as he lies down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. ]