ambidex voting #17

[vivariummods]

A M B I D E X  V O T I N G Once everyone exits their respective rooms, Zero's voice will be heard over the speakers: "Proceed into the Ambidex Rooms and cast your vote. You will be given 45 minutes to decide." And with that, the elevator doors open and the PA system turns itself off. It seems as if there are no rewards or any of that nonsense this time around... BASIC INFO ✖ VOTES + FORMS ✖ RESULTS + REACTIONS

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[fairsfair]

[ like jake does anything that makes sense. it's not a bad thing if he wants to hold onto the hope that she didn't get a memory of him killing some good soldiers, right ]

Guess he wasn't a fan of my shaggy hair. Most balding geezers tend to be jealous of those with hair.

[ he says as he normally goes around shaving his head ]

[skyentificmethod]

It's not even like running fingers through flowing ginger locks like some shampoo commercial was the order of the day or anything, just when--

[and then she abruptly cuts off, because there's still a sickening twist of her gut at the memory of pulling fingers away wet with someone else's blood, and she folds her arms tight, slamming the kibosh on that train of thought before her breath can get too shallow. he'll have to ask if he wants any deets on anything]

[fairsfair]

[ well, that's not a good reaction... jake's expression turns into one of concern and guilt, since he knows that she's most likely reacting to something that happened in his memory, even if he doesn't know what it is exactly.]

... Hey. Whatever happened, none of it happened to you, okay? It wasn't real.

[ he speaks in a soft tone. he's honestly trying to make her feel better, even if this isn't anything he's used to doing. ]

[skyentificmethod]

It--

[she trails off again; just because she doesn't want his memory doesn't mean she wants to saddle him with it. distressed Alfendi was bad enough, who knew what Jake might do after that kind of traumatic bullshit. probably punch something explosive again and really nothing good would come of that. it may as well not be real, so like most things it was better just to bury it and move on.]

...Right. [no waver, good. she finally peeks up at his face, frowning at his expression, nudging him lightly] So you don't worry about it either.

[fairsfair]

[ surprisingly, he wouldn't actually get super upset about that particular memory, only because he already knows that he did things like that for a living. it'd just kind of make him down and feel guilty, but he can bury that well enough... no exploding screens for him. ]

[ he just nods. ] Yeah, I won't. [ spoilers: he might just a bit. also, a small bit if silence before he quietly adds: ]

... Sorry.

[skyentificmethod]

[she shrugs, simple]

I've had worse.

[which isn't quite true, but she's had equal, speaking from a pure panic standpoint, and once the invasive feel of 'this shouldn't belong' fades she's sure she'll be able to shove this down with the rest. She takes another breath, then leans over against his arm, just a little]

[fairsfair]

I'll take your word on it.

[ he lets her lean and responds with just giving her a pat on the shoulder, hand staying on for a second or two before he pulls it back ]

But don't sweat it, if you don't want to talk about it even later. Just forget about it.

[skyentificmethod]

[well, if he's not going to kick her off him, she'll just stay there, then. among other reasons, this has been a particularly long day.]

...

...Thanks.