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WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE
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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If they were to forget you, would you still seek them out again? ]
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[If they forgot him. If they looked at him, and saw a stranger, what then...?]
[He smiles, lightly.]
Yeah. Of course I would.
[Because despite everything, even being close, and making sure they're okay...is enough for him, he thinks.]
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[he's not looking at hansa when he says it.
because there was the offer from one to remain at his side, no matter what; there was the admission that one just wanted him to be happy. there's the fact that, despite everything, he is comfortable in their company, even if he cannot ascribe a particular emotion to it.
but then there is the reality of who it is they have offered to tie themselves to, the way that any sort of future existence is twisting fate. there's the fact that some things are best left alone, once there's a rift there, and that things happened to line up just so. there's no guarantee they ever would under other circumstances, and there is no certainty he would tolerate being looked at as a stranger by someone familiar again. he is tired, has been for a very long time.
in a very literal sense, he is not going to exist without them, so if they forget-- then what will there be?]
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He is quiet while they both seemingly answer so easily, even if they are very different answers.
He's a normie. He's aware there isn't much he can do exactly if that were the case. What's he going to do, dimension travel? In his economy? Please.
His eyes look away from Lup, but also away from Hansa and Emet, too, his lips thin. It isn't just Lup either; there are others, obviously. It'd be nice to see how they're doing.]
Perhaps if I could.
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A voice echoes—it's hard to make out, but while Blanca won't recognize it, something about it might feel familiar to Hansa and Emet-Selch...? "She might forget everything about me, but I'll remember her. It's not like we'll never be able to meet again afterwards, so I'm hopeful!"
And then, each of them will find that another memory of theirs has returned.
Not that they'll be given much time to think on it, as Lup slaps Blanca on the back. ]
All right, let's go. We're going to go find a good seat to watch the fireworks before other people hog them all.
[ Wow, when did it suddenly become evening. Alex and Chiron nod. ]
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I see. Especially after everything, that's...
[That's fair.]
The voice...makes him flinch, as he looks around, hopeful for a moment, but realizing, once again, that its not like he's here-]
[And ah. Wow, it is rather dark, isn't it? Hansa shakes his head, a little taken aback by the time change.]
Not the best time for the coffee craving to come back...ah, well. [Maybe later he can have a cup, after all this craziness has ended. He gives another shake of the head as he looks at the other two.] Time to go see fireworks, I suppose.
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We will have time for it later, Hansa. For the time being...
[fireworks time, let's go.]
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The smack on the back jars him out of his thoughts, and he glances at Lup, and then at the others. He takes her by the hand again because he's a good (teenage) boy.]
We might can find some after the fireworks. Ever seen any?
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They're not alone in the area, either. As more people come by to find a good spot, they'll recognize the faces of their other friends in the Realm, chatting and dressed for the weather without any other worries.
Get comfy, the fireworks are going to start soon. ]
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[He moves to sit with the others, of course closer to Emet, Chiron, and Alex as he extends his legs, gazes up at the clear night sky. The movement of the people around them draws his attention, though, and he smiles briefly at them as they move to sit as well.]
You know...for an illusion of a mess of memories, this is rather nice.
[It's just...a nice moment. One that could never happen, but its nice, nevertheless.]
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[he's not usually very impressed with the displays, because of course their magic could have done it better-- but he at least doesn't say so.
he'll take a seat between hansa and chiron, settling in to make himself comfortable. while hansa isn't wrong about it being nice... it's a little too much so. he doesn't think he trusts it in this situation. but he says nothing about that either, for now, just quietly looking up to the sky.]
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[Wow. Kind dream Chiron. Blanca offers his thanks even if it happens to be a dream. It's fine.
And if this Lup is anything like real Lup, then she is absolute in his lap no matter where he's sitting. so he may as well sit nearby to the other four; it's not like Lup is going to be tacked on the end.]
Is it too cheesy for me to say that I suppose, if I had anyone at all, ringing in the new year with you all isn't quite so bad?
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As night falls, the fireworks begin. They're beautiful, even if Emet-Selch is a butt with high standards.
And again, a voice echoes: "But fireworks make me a little sad. They're flashy, beautiful, and draw me in for a while. But then comes the time they disappear and it makes me feel lonely. It just makes me remember things are beautiful but only for a fleeting moment—" ]
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[Its things like this, he thinks, that make life as joyous as it is. He is a man who lives day by day, and enjoys every little thing it blessed him with. Of course, it has its ups and downs, but there's light around every corner. He knows that. He feels that. So, he disagrees with the voice, in a sense. It is a reminder. It's a reminder that life is good, and always will be. Life is beautiful.]
[He looks up at the fireworks, both of his intact dark blue eyes reflecting the bright lights and streaks of color. Alex reaches for his hand, and glancing to her, he grips it back, squeezing it. She may not be real, but...]
[Well, there's definitely someone real, here. His other hand moves to rest on the back of Emet-Selch's hand.]
[...He wishes he had a third for Chiron. Ah, well. Its the thought that counts.]
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[it's fine we'll build cyborg hansa a third hand.
but, well. he had never been one for fleeting moments-- so much was ephemeral, including mortals' very existences. it was always something he found depressing, a reminder of everything lost.
having faced a limited amount of time himself, here, he can perhaps see some of the good in it from that perspective. he can allow this indulgence in it, with the fireworks going off above.
he lets his weight rest against chiron, as hansa rests a hand on his-- and takes advantage of the dim light to lace their fingers together and bring that hand up, pressing a brief kiss to the back of it.
there's still something to do here, but they can have just a moment.]
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He twines his arms around Lup and waits for the fireworks to go off. They're very nice. The voice makes him feel a bit sympathetic, but no less discouraged about the preciousness of chance.
He told more than one person here they shouldn't squander the present, hadn't he? The ones always looking at the future, planning, worrying. "It's better to have loved and lost, than not loved at all," right? In more than simply romance, too.
Being so worried about it ending, about being lonely, means not taking the chance to try. And, in the end, being lonelier for not having done it.]
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Anyway. As the fireworks fade, the three will find themselves gradually getting sleepier, before sleep takes them in time.
Once more, they'll dream. In their head, various voices echo, all of them belonging to what's wrong with the world aka upper class middle-aged and/or old men. But, you know.
"Seeing the constant 'There was no change' everyday, is there any meaning to her ReLIFE? Are you really supporting her enough?"
"Aren't you driving the subject into a corner by giving her too much advice again? You're intervening too much. Don't forget that you're only part of the Support Division."
"Hey! What the hell is going on, █████!? Aren't you ashamed of showing me this kind of report!? You better do something!"
When they wake up, they're in what looks to be an empty white space, with no apparent end. Moreover, they're all separated by... an invisible wall? It's not quite like the barriers of the Realm. If they touch it, it'll shimmer for a moment, allowing them to see that it does end at some point, high above their heads. So, hypothetically, it could be climbed, if the wall weren't also perfectly smooth.
But this wall is dividing all three of them, so they can't reach other. ): ]
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[Its the last thought he has before he drifts into sleep. He doesn't understand the arguing. ReLIFE? Support division? He stirs, sitting up...]
[And everything is so white. He stands up, a bit wobbly on his feet, to walk towards the others - and knocks into the wall. His brows furrowing, he starts to beat his fists against it, before kicking it.]
Come on! What is this-!!
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Not unfamiliar tactics, I suppose, but how difficult...
[but as he glances around and notices the empty space, the wall that hansa is busy trying to fight... he places a hand against that barrier, frowning.]
Well, this is a problem. If we fail to receive any indication of how to proceed, then shall I try breaking it?
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He's also a bit groggy when he sits up. A frown thins his lips as he watches both Hansa and Emet-Selch try the barrier. For now, he won't resort to trying to see if he can shoot his overly large gun.
He will... see if he still has the phone? To try to call the only contact in there? If not, welp. He'll at least stand up.]
Do either of you know what "ReLIFE" might mean?
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Blanca does, in fact, still have the phone. When he calls, there's static as if he has terrible reception right now, but whoever's on the other end picks up. ]
He... llo...?
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[He sneers at the barrier when it ripples. Guess even his cyborg strength won't be enough.]
No, I have no idea. [...?] Blanca, who are you calling?
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[but with the way the barrier reacts, and blanca's phone call, he holds off on trying anything drastic for now. he will just keep it in mind, watching blanca.]
If you could allow all of us to hear, that may help.
[blanca put them on speaker]
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[Oh. He will put them on speaker phone if he can, sure.] Hello there. [He is too young to sound this sultry, it's funny. Unless they are adults.]
This is Blanca. My friends and I are in a bit of a predicament. You see, there are some walls that won't let us pass.
There wouldn't happen to be a way on your end to fix that, would there?
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I... n't do any... thing... It's up to you...
Everything is... ultimately yo... oice... I can only... guidance...
[ There's a pause. ]
Try what... 've been doing... til now? Maybe say... what you think of each... other...
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