IC INTRO - MARCH

[phantasmods]

Sometime after the showdown, those with communication devices from the station will all get a collective message -

Okay, everyone come back! We might need to do a final sweep or two of the beach, but it looks like most of the Fissure is stabilized! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Everybody go ahead and come back up - and bring anyone else you found with you! I know I saw a couple new faces on the drone cameras. (*･▽･*)

Also, if you get a chance, check out the new door leading out of the residential area! It's a surprise for all your hard work. (´◕ ◡ ◕｀) There's also food in the kitchens if you're hungry and want something warm!

With that in mind, grab your new friends and go ahead and come on back.

STATION EXTERIOR

Upon returning to the station, the first thing most will probably see is Up, standing on the rooftop to congratulate everyone on a mission accomplished and also handle any questions the new arrivals might have that haven't gotten answered yet. They stand tall and graceful beside the ramp... Most of the time. Occasionally, one might catch them trying not to fidget with the belt that now hangs fashionably askew on their hips.

For those who want to seek out the surprise Charm promised, there's a second ramp leading down off the far side of the roof, as well as the door he mentioned on the network. Both lead to the shiny new viewing deck, with its mismatched furniture, half-roof, and view of the beach.

Charm himself is here, long android limbs spread across one of the lounge chairs as he fiddles with one of the wind element crystals in his lap. It occasionally reacts and blasts the tails of his red scarf in random directions, but he doesn't seem to mind.

STATION INTERIOR

Those adventuring to the kitchens will find that there are four large pots arranged in a line beneath a set of heat lamps on the stove. Three contain curry - labeled "mild," "spicy," and "the fire of a thousand suns" in neat handwriting - while the last contains plain rice. An assortment of mismatched bowls and utensils sit on the counter nearest the pots. (Welcome to Keystone Station, you'll have an easier time finding matching cutlery at your local Goodwill.)

In the common room, meanwhile, the boxes of clothes and trading post are set up again. Those who investigate something fluffy in a particular box on the end of the couch may discover a girl and friend taking a nap...

Comments

[photoshooter]

Ew. I think Ignis's cooking spoiled me. It's so hard to just go back to boring, normal food, let alone gross stuff like this.

[Waves at the dumplings. Waves at the gelatin.]

[thoroff]

I'm accustomed to not exactly eating like a queen... but this is pushing it a little, yes.

[Just a bit.]

[photoshooter]

Some of the food here is weird, but you can usually tell what's okay for human consumption. I think Jetshard might eat bugs, though? Alien bugs.

[thoroff]

...I suppose that's not too terribly strange, all things considered.

[photoshooter]

Bugs, though. Euuugh.

[thoroff]

Bee larvae are considered a delicacy among the nobility of my homeland, and they're all human.

[No, she doesn't get it either.]

[photoshooter]

Ew! The nobles I know would never eat bees. Or bee larvae, uggghhh, nasty.

[...]

Okay, maybe Ignis would try it. And Gladio. But not Noct, never.

[thoroff]

I could say the same... I doubt Chrom or Lissa would be caught dead eating that sort of thing.

...Maybe Maribelle.

[photoshooter]

Why are fancy rich people so weird.

[thoroff]

Because they can afford to be, I guess?

[photoshooter]

They could also afford to share the wealth and take everyone out for nachos.

[thoroff]

Psssh. Sharing is for rubes.

[Just casually sidestepping the whole "what are nachos?" thing.]

[photoshooter]

Hey! Sharing is caring!

[This just in, Final Fantasy XV character Prompto Argentum is a dirty socialist.]

[thoroff]

You'll hear no argument from me, but I'm no noble.

[Well, technically? She's a princess? Maybe? Since Validar is the Plegian king now? But, uh. Best not to think of that.]

[photoshooter]

Hmmm... well, Noct's royalty, and he still knows how to share. ...Or how to get rid of food he doesn't want, anyway. [HE LOVES YA, BRO.] Maybe he can teach the rest of them?

[thoroff]

[Snort.]

I wish him luck.