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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Comments

[discernments]

Of course you can be mad. I still killed you, Fiora.

[ That is enough reason to be mad or upset, no matter how necessary Jeanne thought it was. She didn't think her action to kill was wrong in the overall scheme of things, but Jeanne also doesn't think murder is right. It's nothing that can be so cleanly cut between right and wrong. ]

There was no right choice here, not in the sense that I think you're thinking of, and I will acknowledge that as much as anyone.

[bisouled]

Call it whatever you want, then - you were doing what you thought was best.

[ despite the allowances being given, Fiora doesn't seem particularly angry. It's been two weeks, and Jeanne is obviously penitent about what happened. The same can't be said for ... ]

I already decided to forgive you when I woke back up. So there's no changing my mind.

[discernments]

[ There's a beat, as Jeanne decides how she wants to process and reply to that. ]

You are kind, Fiora. If that's how you feel, I can only accept it.

[ After all, it's her right, and Jeanne won't take that away after taking away her life. ]