[TINY CAT PEOPLE] VOID SESSION: ACT 4

[skinstealer]

 
You tell Jasper that it’s not their fault at all- it’s yours, all of yours, the void’s, and you don’t want them blaming themself for this. You didn’t do the math, and that’s not on anyone else but you. 

VOIDSY: Jesus, Miller, we’re so sorry-
MILLER: …
VOIDSY: We fucked up, this is our fault, we should have told Bryce to carry a pebble or something to balance the weight-
MILLER: …
VOIDSY: Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck goddamnit-
EASTWOOD: Void.
VOIDSY: I made a bad call, and it could have killed Bryce-

WRETCH: voidsy, hey…
VOIDSY: I could have killed Bryce, you deserve so much better than me-
MILLER: Void. Stop.
MILLER: Just...stop it. 
MILLER: I don’t want to hear you beat yourself up, I really don’t…
MILLER: It doesn’t help! It doesn’t help any of this!
MILLER: You are not helping!

 
 
 
She chokes a little, anger sneaking into her voice for the first time since you’ve met her. 

MILLER: Yes! You f-fucked up!! You absolutely fucked up!!!
MILLER: We all know you fucked up!!!!
MILLER: No one is questioning that! You don’t need to say it over, and over, and over!
MILLER: It! Does! Not! Help!
MILLER: I know you mean the best for this team, I don’t think anyone would question that either, but…
MILLER: I don’t know if I can trust you to give direction to my TCPs, not after this. 
MILLER: And I hate that! I want to trust you!
MILLER: We all do!
MILLER: But you need to think, and you need to talk to us before you make any broad sweeping decisions that involve other people’s TCPs, especially high risk ones…
MILLER: You’re...you’re not even a day old, not in our time, and you’re having to learn so much, all at once. And I get that!
MILLER: I get that it’s hard! I get that you’re new to all this, and that you have to deal with being a ton of voices all at once, and that not all of those voices are able to agree!
MILLER: But you need to acknowledge that you’re with two other newbies-
EASTWOOD: Hey-
MILLER: I am talking.

  
Eastwood shuts up immediately.
 

 

MILLER: And someone who hasn’t had a lot of success in this game- Sorry, Wretch.

Wretch just nods, not saying much.

MILLER: We are all on the same footing here, we’re all struggling to figure this out, and people are going to make mistakes. 
MILLER: I’m going to make mistakes too, I feel like I already have, with this whole weight gun thing…
MILLER: But right now, we can’t afford to make any more.
MILLER: TCPs’ lives are on the line- your life is on the line!
MILLER: I get that this is scary for you!
MILLER: You will literally die if you don’t win this game!
MILLER: But that doesn’t mean that you can - or should - manage everything. 
MILLER: We are a team.
MILLER: Now let’s start acting like one.
MILLER: If anybody has anything that involves any other team’s TCPs, you ask first- all of us. 

  

MILLER: Heck, any big decisions at all… we can’t mess this up. Not like this, not again. 
MILLER: And if I’m being honest, I’m either going to have to sleep soon or take some kind of caffeine, and I bet Wretch and Eastwood are in the same boat.
EASTWOOD: I mean, I’m good-
WRETCH: dude don’t just take drugs or whatever i know that’s what yr plannin and we dont need you high as balls
MILLER: Seconding that!
EASTWOOD: Fine. We have coffee.
MILLER: The point is...I don’t know if you need to rest or anything, because you’re a whole lot of people all in one head…
MILLER: But we’re going to have to start resting, maybe in shifts.
MILLER: And I’d rather have plans in mind before then. 
MILLER: Can we just, can we do that?
VOIDSY: ...we’ll definitely try.
MILLER: We’re going to need more than that to get through this, but that’s a start.
MILLER: Now- let’s get moving.

 
Dana is rushing around the room, her goal unknown- until she picks up the weight gun, somehow unbroken. Even with her tiny legs, she’s able to get back to Bryce and snatch a pebble off the ground, handing both the gun and the pebble over and allowing him to lighten his own weight before taking the gun back. Jasper holds him a lot easier now, cradling the cracked driftwood type in their arms. He says that he wants to go home. Please, let him go home. He’s not much use here- Dana interrupts and says that of course he has value no matter where he is, but they’d definitely get him home. 

WRETCH: is there any way to put the leg back on?
EASTWOOD: Well, it’s theoretically possible with something like a bolt through the leg or wood putty, but with it that splintered...I don’t know. Your best shot is a full prosthetic. 
MILLER: We can’t make one of those, not for a long time…we’d need at least one team fully back at their base, and everybody’s all spread out.
VOIDSY: We’re in the same boat with Buddy.
WRETCH: well we gotta figure out somethin
WRETCH: ill dig around the warehouse when we get home n see what we can do...no idea how to do any of that shit but its something
VOIDSY: What about non-addictive painkillers, can you whip anything up? 
EASTWOOD: All I’ve got for ingredients that could pull that off is my smoke, which is an addictive depressant. 
EASTWOOD: If I had create powers, I could probably do something, but like Miller says, I’m shit outta luck on that front. 
MILLER: I can at the very least do this…

   

 
Dana comes close to Bryce and grows a flower, and then another, tying them expertly into a crown before placing it on his head. He seems to calm immediately, his grating whimpers quieting down. Jetter approaches slowly, holding the vial of healing fluid. He says that Wretch says it’s worth a shot, and that Eastwood says it’s okay...Jasper nods and tips the driftwood type closer, allowing Jetter to hold the vial up to his face. 

MILLER: Okay...good news, his health is...not zero now.
MILLER: SUFFERING is still terrible, but he’s not in danger of a kill command or anything...it’ll have to do until he gets home. 
MILLER: It doesn’t seem to have any side effects, just like Eastwood said. 
MILLER: Strange for Spit, but right now, I’m grateful.
MILLER: Voidsy, can you have Jasper help Bryce through the bag? 
VOIDSY: On it. 

  
Jasper’s careful with Bryce, not wobbling even a little as they take them to the other room. Dad follows suit, patting Jasper’s tail as best as she could reach. It’s going to be okay-
  

 
Hark’s gone, the ropes are left in a pile, and the mask, hook, and what was left of her bat are nowhere to be found. Thankfully the bag is still there, untouched. Jasper panics, but Dad tries to get them under control- it’s okay, right now they have to focus on Bryce. Now is not the time to freak out. 
 

 
Meanwhile, Marnet and the others have reached Spit’s base.

Marnet comments that there sure is a weird animal careening out of control through the sky, and that she’s relieved it seems to be going in the exact opposite direction. Wouldn’t want to deal with whatever that is!