WEEK FIVE: REMOVAL

[retellers]

WEEK FIVE: REMOVAL (25 remain) Time to wake up, participants of the Realm. At 8am, everyone will receive a message on their PHS. Go to where the freaky puppet hell theater used to be across the bridge. Even if the participants ignore the message (or are sleeping in, shame on them), as 9am approaches they will fall victim to a compulsion to head to the specified location. Three Leaders, Tiger, Goat, and Swan, are already present, Jeanne with them. Goat speaks. "... We are the choices we make. May yours bring you closer to the future you wished to see." Once they finish speaking, an alert goes off from a PHS in the crowd—specifically, Zuko's. No explicit message this time, though! Presumably, everyone gets the idea by now and now no one has to deal with glitched text. Regardless of their will, they will feel compelled to walk towards the scene. No other participant will be able to interfere; should they try, a barrier blocks their way.

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[antaressnipe]

[-- This is an absolute low blow for the Realm and Chiron watches on in cold fury before he just sits down, a hand pressed to his temple]

[chanteuser]

[ eventually she'll gravitate over and just sort of flop next to him, tucking her arm around his, if he'll allow it. ]

[antaressnipe]

[It's just like history to repeat

Yeah, it is, isn't it? Whether humans, gods, or even a vaguely conscious Realm, everything resets and repeats.

...

Chiron doesn't push Alex away, and sags a little bit against her]

[chanteuser]

[ she slides her hand up so it's more near his shoulderblade and strokes as soothingly as you can when someone's getting put on a pyre. ]

[antaressnipe]

[... He needs probably as many soothing hands as can be offered.

But this isn't the first time I've burned, and it won't be the last.

A dark, humorless chuckle escapes him, and his eyes close with the ugly truth of that statement]

[arkitect]

[he says nothing aloud-- just rests a hand on chiron's shoulder, and lets it remain there.]

[antaressnipe]

[He doesn't move the hand away, either, just mutters a quiet noise of gratitude and continues watching with tired eyes.]

[robopriest]

[Emet-Selch has got one shoulder, so he'll take the other, his own expression grim as he stares straight ahead.]

[She doesn't deserve this. Not like this. Especially not like this.]

[antaressnipe]

[A soft noise when he feels Hansa's hand on his shoulder, in gratitude and grief. No, she doesn't deserve this.

But instead they get to watch her shoulder another burden on her own, and his heart sinks in his chest the longer he watches]