WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE

[retellers]

WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE (21 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and it's the start of a new week. To the participants, yesterday's events may seem distant now—albeit not as distant as their life before this. Whether or not they notice, they will have lost a memory upon waking up. As usual, the participants will find that their lodgings have changed, and should anyone check their PHS, Chiron, Ochako, Soo-won, and Dorothy's profiles have been removed. They may also find that they have difficulty recalling complete details of the past weeks. Furthermore, it looks as though the rules have updated. Not everything is the same as the previous pattern, though. The barrier to the north is back up, and once more, what lies beyond is an empty field. In contrast, however, participants may notice that they can finally access a place they haven't been able to before... Additionally, it looks like the Leaders aren't around. No matter where the participants look, they're nowhere to be found. Should anyone try calling for them in the Planetarium, there will be no response—not even a message telling the participant that they're busy. Finally, everything around the participants begins to... glitch? Buildings may suddenly blink out of existence and then back in, random items like chairs or cups may suddenly distort even while they're being used, and looking at any particular thing for too long may give someone a headache. It's worse than it was that one week, though: participants will find that it's happening to themselves as well. Body parts might suddenly glitch out of existence then back in, and there will be a shot of pain when it occurs. It'll happen randomly, but it also seems to occur more often if they're touching something or another person.

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[lecarre]

[That's probably wise. To the next room over! She's not much for conversation anymore, is she?

Anyway, next is the... Knight Room?

She opens the door without hesitation, and then blinks at the ensuing darkness. Hm.]

[arcsplainist]

[ Given yesterday? He'll chalk it up to that.

Then she opens the door, and his eyes grow slightly wider. ]

This is different...

[ Alphinaud is about to walk in, but then he notices the floor and stops dead in his tracks. Uhhhh. Water? ]

—Is that real?

[lecarre]

Interesting.

[Ange shakes her head.]

It can't be. It hasn't spilled out from under the door, and yet is level with the floor.

[... She steps forward, and tilts her head.]

How odd.

[arcsplainist]

'Tis best not to apply logic to what we find within the Realm, but...

[ Alphinaud follows suit, stepping forth. He watches the floor in mild awe, rippling underneath his footsteps. ]

Marvelous, is it not?

[lecarre]

[...]

Yes, it is.

[It's bizarre, too, but Ange can't deny it's beautiful.]

... I cannot help but wonder if these have come from the leaders.

[arcsplainist]

A fair assumption to make. Already has much been drawn from their memories.

[ He looks around. It's so dark, yet in spite of that, somehow he isn't lost. Alphinaud draws further into the room. ]

But I know not enough of their minds to say for certain. It could very well come from anyone.

[lecarre]

[...Ange follows, her good hand on her hip.]

That is true. It is pointless conjecture regardless; it does not change the fact that these rooms do not yet hold any keys for us.

[Not...that she's seen, anyway.]

If anything does, it is likely the basement.

[arcsplainist]

The basement?

[ Curiously, he looks back at Ange. ]

You have been down there, then? I have yet to see it for myself.

[lecarre]

Yes. [finally, a truth.]

I... dislike having to speak in such imprecise terms, but something about it... simply "felt" off.