I’m glad to see everyone is finally on the same page and that expressing concern about Harry’s team is ‘allowed’ now but I really could have done without the month of indirecting and attacks that a bunch of us (who for *weeks* have literally been saying the exact same things that people are saying this morning) had to deal with along the way.
The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week]
After the world ends, Pike takes up distilling moonshine in the still on the roof.
It’s Percy still, actually, but he cedes it to her with his blessing, spends his time instead in the garage fiddling with whatever’s most broken, a mechanical triage of sorts. And sure, they need a doctor at the end of the world, but there’s a surprising amount of downtime between sewing people’s organs closed and administering antidotes, and if there’s one thing everyone needs after the world ends, it’s a stiff drink.
She’s even started experimenting. Things get slow at the end of the world.