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It had been a rough session for the rejects. Jimmy and skizz had been brought down to yellow, Joel woke up confused and missing all of his gear and BigB...well, he died improv-ing. Easy to say that they were exhausted.
Skizz takes his guitar off his back and sets it against the wall. Kicking off his shoes he slumps into bed, slithering out of his jeans, too tired to remove his shirt. He allows his wings to unfurl comfortably as he slowly slips into slumber.
A weight shifts next to him. Joel had plonked himself next to skizz, not bothering to change into pajamas, the confusion of what had happened this session leaving him too tired to do anything. He'll deal with the repercussions tomorrow.
Jimmy took the longest to get to bed. Despite building all day and being brought down to yellow he still had enough energy to get into appropriate clothing and wash off his makeup. He didn't know how everyone's eyeliner got here but he's learnt not to question what the watchers decide can or can't happen. Once he had gotten appropriately dressed in a shirt and shorts, he got in bed beside Joel. It had become a nice little tradition, a small amount of comfort in these games, especially now that there's going to be a red life next session. So these brief moments of comfort post session were nice.
Further away from the rejects base was BigB's egg. He had been sleeping in the egg for a while now, as the rejects only had space for three beds. Which wasn't ideal as the egg also didn't have room for a bed, just cold, stone seats. You never really prioritise comfort during the first session. Everyone's set on gearing up fast and making a suitable base. As he prepared himself to sleep on the cold cobble of the egg he looked out to the rejects base. They wouldn't mind a second. He was a reject, after all, even if he wasn't great at being a reject, he was still part of the team. So he made his way across the mountain to the hideously homely L that is the rejects base.
After making his way through the agonisingly long maze, which BigB swears gets longer every single time he goes through it, he reaches the bedroom. He kicks off his shoes and makes his way in between the space between Jimmy and Joel. He was instantly engulfed in warmth, the mix of white and gold feathers as well as blankets and body heat made a comfortable space for sleeping, despite it being slightly cramped.
They may have to watch their backs in the future but neither of the four could care right now as they fall asleep in a cocoon of feathers and people, not thinking of what's to come later on.