WEEK ZERO: PIZZA PARTY

[saturations]

SURPRISE!

Sunday morning starts peacefully enough, until around noon, when alarms start going off on your phones informing you of a Pizza Party taking place in the Central Node. You can snooze the alarms at first, but they begin to get a little more insistent after a while if you aren't making progress heading down there. If you're being stubborn, you can probably hold out until right at 1 PM, when an archway opens right in front of you and pulls you in.

The central node is comfortable right now, with blankets laid out on the grass and boxes of pizza are set out. Cheese, Pepperoni, Hawaiian, Meat Lovers, Veggie, I could just keep writing types of pizza all day. A few boxes even contain very weird varieties of pizza, but if you give them a try, some of them might be good! Some are as terrible as you'd expect. Otherwise, the pizzas are all warm and delicious, and there's enough for everyone.

The Residents are all already here, waiting for you! Have a fun and cool day!

... Unless?

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[fleshedout]

[She gives up on trying to push past, looking over at Buzen with a sharp sort of nod, agreeing.]

....I hope this is all just more fun and games.

[...But she has a feeling it won't be.]

[hasteful]

[ . . . he looks out at the scene, thoughtful. he's not completely on guard yet - he just wants to support her]

If this is the Prism acting... I was told that the Prism doesn't really feel malice, but that doesn't mean it can't cut. Kind of like a blade. [which makes it easier for him to understand]

So let's hold onto that hope for now. [a beat] And maybe think of suggestions of games that don't involve hurting each other.

[fleshedout]

[....]

[She looks at him, looks at the two in the distance. A memory comes to mind, and she tenses....but only for a moment.]

[...She's not there. She's here. A different world. A different place. It won't happen like that.]

[...]

Mm. You're right. [She says, finally, the tension releasing slightly, but she's going to watch, intently, anyways.] Let's just see what happens.

[hasteful]

[ . . . he'll just shift to bump shoulders with her once, offering a smile. he'll keep watching, just in case, but for now he's here for emotional support!]

Yup. I'll back you up, whatever happens.

[fleshedout]

...

[The...lightest impression of a smile, maybe?]

...Thank you.