Jiro enters into a maintenance shaft and travels down, down past the sprawling tunnelways and the vast churning machinery that groans beneath the Avean Empire, to a small forgotten maintenance corridoor at the bottom of the world. There's a little tent set up there, adorned with wires and lights plugged into an overhead junction that was probably not intended to be wrenched open like that.











Jiro enters into the tent where he finds Sunny kicking back in a pile of fabrics and blankets.

Sunny
* Ayyy, look who.

—Jiro—
...
How was work?
You're here early

Sunny
* Dancing on a razor's edge, you know the drill by now.
* Curried some favour with the labcoats, got 'em out of a bind with management, so hopefully they're not gonna be too motivated to look into all the bullshit I've been spitting out.
* How 'bout you, that card I gave you still working? You get something good?

—Jiro—
...
Yeah, it at least smells good
I tried to but you never really know until you start eating
No, I figured I'd mix things up and get something bad this time

Sunny
* Hahah--! See, it's that kind of innovative forward thinking what's why we put you on dinner duty.


Sunny sits at a little mock kotatsu and while Jiro lays out their noodles.

Sunny
* Great news, by the by, new opportunity's come up.
* Just before I clocked out, we got some kinda message from the High Consul Squarck herself.
* She's calling a big meeting tomorrow, all staff. Everyone in the facility packed in the one room.

—Jiro—
...
Good for her...?
Wait. I'm stupid.
And that means the guards won't be at their posts.

Sunny
* Exacta-fuckin'-mundo.
* Which means you'll have free rein of the building!
* We're gonna need that, cause for my daring plan to get the fuck outta here we need a Yellow Keycard.
* I'm entrusting with you the noble task of swiping that shit.

—Jiro—
...
How am I getting back in? Another crate?
Sounds like a plan

Sunny
* Same way we got you out, mate!
* Make use of the Empire's robust public transportation options and sneak you through with me on the employee tram.

—Jiro—
...
You're underestimating how risky this is going to be
Gods. You make it sound so simple. And for some reason, I keep catching myself believing you.
Am I also going to get captured thrice in a row this time?

Sunny
* Orright, you cheeky bastard!!!
* Sit down and let's eat dinner already.



They eat. The chunky thick jelly noodles are still nice and warm.


Sunny
* Mmmm. Shit, this is good.

—Jiro—
Mm.

Sunny
* These gonzo fuckin' dinosaur blokes might be utterly cooked socially politically and institutionally but fuck, the cuisine.
* Gotta be the best noodle-oriented dinner construct that's touched my tastebuds yet.

—Jiro—
...
Agreed
It's a pretty unique mix of flavours
I don't know about that. I've had better.

Sunny
* The fuck you have?
* Guess I shouldn't be surprised, that island you came off must've had some real fuckin' splendours of heaven the way God herself was shitting in the compost.

—Jiro—
...
Something like that
Gods, not from there
No, other places. From before I lived on Hollidae.
I couldn't even tell you what the food on Hollidae tasted like. It was like ash in my mouth.

Sunny
* Before, ay...?
* I assumed you'd a' been born there, but that doesn't much check out in hindsight, does it?
* I'm betting you didn't exactly seek the place out, neither.

—Jiro—
...
The only one born there is the Goddess herself. The island is bound to her.
I hit a squall on the water. I think my boat capsized...? Next thing I knew I'd washed up on the beach. It's hazy.
The girls were all invited, they had the courtesy of recieving a vision first
Let's stop talking about me. It isn't nice.

Sunny
* Orright, now I'm fuckin' curious.
* You had a boat?

—Jiro—
...
Don't get your hopes up, it wasn't a big one. More of a sloop.
Yeah. I spent a lot of time traveling. Wandered all over the world.
It's been a while since I thought about those days...

Jiro recalls a sketch of who he used to be, walking the winding road.

  I went to many a distant land back then. Stranger than you'd know, more similar than you'd think.

  I worked whatever odd jobs I could get in exchange for room and board, but my real calling was... preaching, you might call it.

  Wherever I went, I would tell tales of the Outer Pantheon. All the minor gods, beyond the big two. I tried to spread word of their deeds so someone would remember them, since they so rarely speak for themselves.

  It was a quiet way to live. I rarely had company between one town and the next. Maybe it was lonely, but I usually didn't mind. It gave me... room to think. To be truly aware of the world around me.




Jiro suddenly notices how long he's been talking, notices the little cat-eyed smile Sunny's got.

—Jiro—
!!
Anyway, this food, huh?
What am I on about
This isn't important. It's the past. You don't need to hear any of this.

Sunny
* Don't think I've heard you talk that long before.
* You'd do good with a podcast, spinning stories like that.

—Jiro—
...
Don't give me that look!!!!
Can already feel the blood rushing to my ears, augh
Don't get used to it
You know I'm not usually all emotional like this, right? You're not gonna see me differently now? Right?
I'm prattling on like it's one of the Goddess' deep and meaningfuls. What's wrong with me.
That was maybe kind of nice...
Stupid.

Sunny
* Awww, shoulda kept my gob shut!
* Just you wait, mate, I got my ways. Squeeze another ramble outta...

Jiro suddenly notices how long he's been talking, notices the little smile Sunny's got.


Sunny
* ...y-- you...