Having redeemed their team by winning MS100, Sea has to reckon with the consequences of their victory, their relationship with Yellah, and t
Wait, is the sun up?! A thought turned to panic. I need to be at the Survival Stadium by dawn! I’m late! There was no time to check a clock or a phone. Sea jumped off the bed, slapped on their uniform and sprinted out of their Kinikolu suite. An elevator was on the same floor, as if it was waiting. Going down the elevator Sea could still imagine stopping on some other floor, dreading how another athlete stumbling in would waste precious moments Sea needed. To the Oceanic’s surprise, the elevator shot straight down to the lobby. Then, outside the elevator door, a barrage of camera flashes nearly blinded Sea. It was hard to make out what every marble said, but most were yelling “journalist” of some sort. Questions were shouted forward, nonstop, intended for “… the latest marble sports champion.”
From Project Marblearth: a postscript/retrospective on MS100, Party's Over. Writing by Foucaulf and art by Momoikkai.
