Unknown Transmission (a different "unknown")

Man and War are one,

Each depend on each other,

Therefore, all wars will end

When mankind does...

The Institution 10:00 P.M. (same day as previous chapter)

Hours passed of Clay and Callie asking each other questions about their species. It's now sleep time for the staff, and Clay is speaking with Kari about any available place for Callie to sleep in.

"Clay, I already said that we have no more bedrooms, or any room as a matter of fact." If she wants, she can sleep in the Assembly Room."

"But she told me that she doesn't like to sleep in very large, empty, and dark rooms. Not only that, but we can't leave a bad impression on her."

"Then how about she sleeps in your room and YOU sleep in the Assembly Room."

"I think my room will scare her more, especially since noise is always heard at night. By the looks of her, I'm pretty sure she'll be scared of that too."

"Isn't she an adult or something?"

"She's 19. So an adult and not an adult."

"Then she should stop being scared of everything."

"That's like you trying to stop being a bitch. Thinking: Now I know why Marie really worries about her."

"Then let her sleep in your room WITH you. That's the last option."

"What?! Hell no! Do you know how wrong that is?"

"Firstly, she's not human, so it'll be like sleeping with a very intelligent pet. Also, just sleep on the floor or something, and let her sleep on your bed. Just clean up beforehand. We don't want the room to traumatize her with how unorganized that room is."

"Looks like that's all I can do. She better leave tomorrow then. I will not want to do this more than once." Clay heads towards Callie, who is in the Assembly Room, waiting for him.

"Yay, you're finally back!"

"So, there's good news and bad news."

"What are the good news?"

"The good news are that you have a place to sleep that isn't the Assembly Room."

"Then what are the bad news?"

"You're going to have to share my room with me." Callie gives him bewildered look. "Yes, I know that's weird, trust me, but I have a way to not make it so weird."

"What will you do?"

"I'll just sleep on the ground."

"Oh, ok. Also, does it get cold in here?"

"A little."

"That's good! I love the cold."

"That is good. Mostly since we don't have any extra blankets or anything here. Preserving things tend to get expensive." Clay opens his bedroom door slightly. "Just let me clean it up a bit first."

"You know, I represented team messy on splatfest."

"Well, I'll at least clean up a bit-. You represented messy on splat-who?"

"Splatfest. Didn't I tell you about it?"

"I don't think so. Just tell me again while I clean up my room a bit."

"So, a splatfest is a monthly-ish celebration where two things are pitted against each other in turf war. The winner is determined by the higher score in popularity, solo battle, and team battle."

"And what's a turf war?"

"Did I seriously not tell you? Must've been distracted. Well, a turf war is a battle for turf control between two teams of 4. The winning team is determined by who has the higher turf control by the end of the match. But don't be fooled, you need to attack the opposing team too. You use a variety of weapons to splat the opposing team, causing them to respawn on their spawn point." Callie notices Clay frozen in place, with a look of horror in his face." Are you okay?"

"You're telling me that you ACTUALLY KILL each other FOR FUN ?! I thought that we were messed up killing each other, but to do it as a game? That's so wrong. And this is a way to celebrate? Might as well have a purge every Sunday here."

"I-I never thought of it that way. I guess it is a bit wrong."

"To be honest, at least you don't actually die. Some people back then sacrificed others to their gods for a good harvest/rain. And the splatfest sound like any other sport we have. For us, the killing and respawning is morally wrong, but so were a lot of things." Clay finished cleaning up his room, and let Callie in. "It's getting pretty late, so we should sleep already. Oh that reminds me." Clay then heads to his drawer and pulls out a bag. "If you want, I have some pajamas that you can use to sleep a bit more comfortably, although, they're a bit big." Callie takes them in excitement.

"Thank you!"

"There's a closet so you can go change into your pajamas." Callie runs into the closet and comes back two minutes later. The pajamas are beige colored with light red vertical stripes. The pajamas, of course, are too big for Callie (Clay's 6' 0" btw). Callie jumps to the bed and gets under the coverts. Clay laughs at her actions and heads to the closet to change. He comes out a minute later and lays down on the floor, using the clothes he changed out of as a pillow.

"We should sleep now Callie, because we wake up at 5:00 here."

"I like waking up early."

"Then this is the place for you. Good night."

"Good night."

"Shit, I have to take off the translator off. If you need something, poke me so I can put the translator on." Clay takes off the translator and puts it on the top of his drawer."

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"Uhh, good night."

Callie's POV

"Good night Clay!"

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