Penelope had to crack a smile when Jason put their virtual goal in such simple terms. They just had to avoid death and be careful. Her smile widened a little when she looked up at him, though it may have seemed out of place for her to smile after he spoke in such a grim way, all the brunette could think was how thankful she was for him in that moment. If he weren’t beside her to help hold her up and to focus her mind on the tasks ahead, there was no telling how she would have reacted to all of this on her own.<br/><br/>He held her a bit closer, making her realize that their bodies fit together even better in these forms. They were like two pieces of a puzzle that had just clicked into place. She leaned her head against him lightly, watching as he went through an option screen and discovered that his avatar strength and status was still set to the same thing as before. He mentioned it as well. “That means our chances of survival are a little better,” she scoffed under her breath. It was a sentence she never thought she’d be saying in this game, with the meaning it held.<br/><br/>When he leaned down and kissed her cartilage, Penelope felt a series of tingles erupt inside of her in a flourish. She turned to peer up at him, her eyes large and full of questions. He wasn’t finished though, and his whisper only made her cheeks flush even more noticeably. She gulped audibly at his compliment, her smile the evidence of how flattered she was. “Oh, gosh. Thank you.” She breathed out the words, managing a soft chuckle. She had to wonder what it would be like for them, in these forms, to get intimate. Would it be different in some way, or the same, as when they were in their avatar forms?<br/><br/>She was so swept up in the moment, and just about to respond to his compliment with one of her own, when all of the sudden, a black figure raced by in a blur of movement. Penelope gasped when she noticed a shot of blood shooting out of Jason’s arm. Just then, she thought to look at the figure who was dashing off. It was a thief, and there was no telling what he had just taken. At least not yet. “Oh my god!” She screeched, clamoring for his arm. “Are you okay?!” But they both noticed the red number that appeared above his head, indicating the damage level.<br/><br/>“Jeez, this is the amount of blood for a level 1 injury?” She visibly shuddered as she thought about the developers having a possible gore fetish. How gruesome would a level 50 injury be? It was then that she realized Jason had moved for his sword, and after following his gaze, she became aware of the thief, still lurking in the shadows and facing them, apparently ready to attack. But once Jason pulled his sword out and the thief got a good look at it, he must have realized it wasn’t worth his time. He took off, just as swiftly as he came.<br/><br/>Penelope tugged Jason by the arm and led him deeper into the Capitol. “Come on, let’s find a shelter to call our own. We need a place. Like a home base or a… home of some kind.” Her mind was racing with a million thoughts at once as she began to consider sustenance. Did they need to worry about eating in the game, as well? As if on cue, just after stating this, she heard her stomach gurgle and grumble, complaining for food. “Maybe someplace with a kitchen.” She managed to joke, as she led Jason to what her map described as Safe Zone Housing.<br/><br/>It was an impossibly tall building, the very top of it not visible because it was hidden behind a sea of clouds. “Wow,” Penelope gaped in awe as she looked up at it. “Well, this looks to be it.” She murmured to Jason, closing her map and bracing herself as she pushed the door open and led him inside. Rather than looking like the huge apartment building it was supposed to embody, as soon as they opened the door, a single studio apartment became available to them. Apparently whenever someone accessed this building, only their specific shelter would pop up.<br/><br/>That was a good thing. It would keep people from sneaking in on them at night. Penelope released a heavy sigh of relief. She looked around at the small space, with yellow rays of sunshine pouring in from the windows. It was simple and quaint, like a typical Japanese apartment. She sat down on the love seat and waved Jason over, patting the seat beside her.<br/><br/>“Let’s take a look at your arm.” It was a bit of a mess with his sleeve slit open and blood caking along it as well as his skin. “I think we have to get you out of this,” she remarked, commenting about his sweater. Biting her lower lip, she leaned in a little, collecting the hem of his sweater in her hands and gently guiding it upward, over his flat tummy and faintly chiseled chest. She helped him with it until the garment was tugged overhead. Discarding it to the side, she then was able to get a look at his injury. “How does it feel?” She asked, hesitantly.