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

[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.]