ᴡʜᴏ: SOLEIL FLEMING & ELECTRA PRICE ( @damagedflames ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, FIFTH FLOOR ᴡʜᴇɴ: DAY OF THE LAUNCH
Soleil had elected to wait out the countdown to the launch from the confines of her bedroom. Not because she didn't care to see Finch and Amp and Joule and Lark off – but because doing so would probably kill her. She didn't think she could handle another goodbye – another mushy, sentimental farewell – and so she'd lingered back. Waited for the familiar sound of the elevator ding – signalling that they were gone and she was well and truly alone, perhaps for the rest of her life. But, that ding never came. Neither did the launch – instead an important announcement started to blare over the speakers, informing Soleil that the games had been postponed.
She wasn't sure whether she was supposed to feel elated or apprehensive, so she settled on a healthy mixture of both. Another twenty-four hours, at least, to figure out a way out of this mess. Another twenty-four hours to try and stop these games from happening altogether.
Now, however, they find themself alone in the living area of the fifth floor – save, of course, for Electra, who is rather annoyingly pacing up and down. They fidget with the token Nilani had given them the night before, shoving it into their pocket before turning their attention to the escort. Right now, they were both supposed to be high as kites and trying to stave off the grief that was sure to come. Instead, they're both left in a state of uncertainty – a giant question mark over what happens next. "So, like," They finally break the silence, looking over at Electra. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"