[ pyrrha's stomach has been churning ever since her awakening in beacon. one minute she was running after cinder, still fighting, clinging to her semblance and her shield -- the next she was shot straight through the chest, and a excruciatingly painful burning sensation overcame her and rendered her lifeless. the scene doesn't stop playing in her head as she walks over to the feast. that's when others around her start dropping like flies.

pyrrha gasps and bends down to check on one of those who have fallen. there's still a pulse, maybe some snoring that indicates they've fallen into a deep sleep. she gives them a few shakes. ] Hey, wake up--

[ that's when she sees a flash of green at the corner of her eye, and pyrrha quickly glances over at one of the plates and uses her semblance to send it flying at the spirit. it howls in pain, allowing pyrrha some time to stand up, though she stays close to the person asleep on the ground.

if she sees someone else who's awake in her vicinity, she'll wave them over. ]

I could use a little help over here!

[ no matter how exhausted or worn down pyrrha is, it won't stand in the way of her being kind. she's certainly not in the mood to be actively handing out compliments, but at the very least she can write something nice on the bulletin board. she looks at her tablet for a few contemplative moments before she finally settles on something decent: ]

To everyone in Beacon: I'd like to thank you for your perseverance and hard work thus far. I know it isn't always easy to move forward after death, but resilience during times like these is what will keep us going. I believe that we can make Beacon a better place this way.

Thank you,
Pyrrha Nikos

[ listen. pyrrha was thoroughly enjoying engaging with this little pumpkin friend, if only because it was a very welcome distraction, but once it started taking up the entire screen she found that it was probably time for an uninstall. ]

Well...it was nice, but I think it's time I stopped feeding you.

[ and she does indeed. it seems to be working up until it starts biting at the corner of her screen. pyrrha blinks, and then watches as it chomps its way inward. well. that's not good.

pyrrha goes to seek out some help, and once she finds someone else she can speak to, she holds up her tablet. the pumpkin is still munching away. ]

Excuse me, sorry to bother you -- did you, perhaps, also get this...little pumpkin on your device?