Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved. However, there's still work to do here, isn't there? Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up." And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder. "We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out." >Follow?

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[goodforsomething]

Owwwwwww...

[Stan is a sixty-something year old man. Getting up in the morning is painful enough for him sometimes without literally everything that has happened here. He gets an arm over the edge of his pod, removes his glasses with the other hand, and rubs at the indents they've left on the bridge of his nose. Hopefully those go away.]

Just...just gimme a minute.

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel might be thirty-some years younger, but he's having just as much of a time.]

Feels a bit like the hangover from hell, don't it?

[goodforsomething]

Ugh, yeah. Lucky you don't wear glasses, I feel like they stuck knives in my face.

[That's maybe a little hyperbolic, but he's earned it. Stan hoists himself half-upright, and immediately regrets it as something cracks audibly in his back.] Ohhh yep, there it is.

[notjustawriter]

That sounds painful as hell.

[Gabriel finally manages to sit up, and he has to pull the Schattenjäger talisman off his neck.]

...My neck's killin' me right about now. I wonder if they have painkillers in this place.

[goodforsomething]

Kinda doubt it. This place is more about causin' it. They'd better have some food though, I'm starvin'.

[notjustawriter]

You're damn right they'd better.

I'm hungry as hell.

[goodforsomething]

[Stan runs a hand over his arm where an IV ought to have gone, and finds nothing.] What've they even been doing with us the past two months...?

...ah, fuck it, I don't wanna know. [Stan starts the arduous process of hauling himself out of the pod.] I'm not gonna sleep again for a month.

[notjustawriter]

You and me both, Stan. I don't think I want to even look at a bed or a while.