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redactable2020-11-15 01:53 pm
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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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Dorothy may just be trying to punch him in the face, even if she has to go onto her toes to do it. ]
You bastard.
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The hit turns his head, and he doesn't bring it too far back. Owie. (pensive)]
...I'm sorry.
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For what. [ And she says it steadily, but both hands are now balled into shaking fists. ]
What are you sorry for, Blanca? Because so help me, if you say it's for not saving me, I will have to rather unfortunately ruin your face.
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he can see she's legitimately angry.]
No, I'm sorry for... being a part of the set-up.
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I thought, at least a little-- that you understood me. That I was fine with taking responsibility, if it came to that.
But like that, that was--
[ Breathe, Dorothy. ]
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It wasn't right, no. [He's not sure what else to say that wouldn't just be him trying to make excuses as to why it was done. so all he can offer is, a little more quietly:] I'm sorry.
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But even if she did understand, she doesn't think that would make the feeling recede in the slightest, and she takes a quiet, shaky breath. ]
At a later time. I don't believe this needs to be discussed any more than this here.
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[He's still quiet, though not exactly overly soft. Very... professional? After a moment, he offers:]
We're glad you're back.
[He would say "I," but maybe now isn't the time.]
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[ They'll talk more later. ]