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

[lionson]

Yep! Though it never should've been in doubt, we knew what we needed to do.

[He's back, binches.]

So since I'm alive again and everything, does that mean I get to use your secret name? Or are you still hiding all of that?

[arkitect]

-ah, that.

[a slight hum, there.]

You may, privately, but it is yet something I would not have others privy to.

[lionson]

Oh.

Well.

That might be a problem.

[arkitect]

[he just. places a hand over his face and sighs.]

To just what extent, dare I ask.

[lionson]

A couple'a days after I showed up in the place all of us dead were, I kinda blurted it out.

But it should be fine, I don't think most of them even remember that conversation. And there were only like twelve people there anyway.

[Shima and Kano were among those numbers, though, so maybe Emet should be afraid.]

[arkitect]

I do not believe that sounds as if it should be fine, no-- but then what is done is done.

[he still sounds extremely tired, remind him never to tell anything to anyone ever.]

[lionson]

[To be fair, he probably didn't expect the people who knew that information to come back to life at the time he told Shiro.]

Yeah, it is.

Speaking of 'what's done is done', Sorry I tried to drown you. I wasn't in my right mind at the time.

[arkitect]

I did get that impression, yes... are you more able to explain now just what in the worlds came over you?

[lionson]

Something made me think that I had to kill you to save the others, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it the thought wouldn't leave my head.

I'm not 100% sure it's true, but we talked it over while we were all dead and someone suggested that it might have been prompts on the PHS that made it happen. Like, someone could pick a name, but wouldn't know what happened after that.

[arkitect]

I do believe I have heard that mentioned before, yes... though what a curious result. I must wonder if we both would have been intentionally chosen, in that case...

But if your theory is correct, then whosoever caused it certainly has not admitted as much to me-- nor, it seems, to you.

[lionson]

Yeah, I haven't heard anything about who did that to me.

I do know who affected you, though. But part of me thinks I shouldn't say who it was, because they were trying to help and didn't know exactly what would happen to you.

[arkitect]

It is hardly as if I am going to do much about it, when it seems we may be nearly finished. Consider it a fair trade for what you shared over there.

[lionson]

ha! Fair enough. I'm trusting you to be nice though.

[Time to whisper a name to him.]

[arkitect]

[hm. he listens, then just siiighs once more.]

...I did have a feeling. We will have to speak, later.

[will he ever stop being tired, sources say no.]