Week 5

[foundationmods]

With the Studio in shambles, it seems odd that the game would continue on. You would think that forces from site 4 would drop in and extract people, right? But no, not a peep is heard from them. The game continues on as it has for all the previous weeks, and there is no sign of it stopping.

The weather certainly matches the mood, though. By Monday morning, a light rain will start to fall, making the area damp and gloomy. People can go outside if they so wish, but they might want to don some raincoats and rain boots.

With power off at the studio, it is safe to assume that no cameras are on there. But what about the rest of the house? Will surveillance continue there? And what is everyone going to do about this balancing act of 'survive' and 'convince everyone you should be allowed to live'? How long will it be before everyone cracks from the pressure?


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[oceanicbutterfly]

[Karen clings back just as tightly.

She was doing better today, or she thought she was. Doe is alive, and all is not lost. But she can't get her feelings under control, can't push them down like she did for so long. Fear. Helplessness. Frustration. Loneliness. Despair. Everything she felt when she was in Watanuki's dreams. Everything she felt on that day in 2007.

After so long, she finally has people she feels like she belongs with again. And all she can think about is the probability that something will happen to them.

When she finally speaks, she only barely does, quiet consonant sounds without any vowels between them.] Sk-sn.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[Saki's still sobbing, and all she can manage is a nod and a quiet:]

Mm?

[Somehow, it still manages to crack with misery.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Karen's answer is a little clearer, unfortunately.]

I don't think I can make it much longer.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[It's... understandable. Even Saki's feeling like she's breaking apart here, and she has no idea if she'll ever be able to put the pieces back together.]

...Me neither.

[She feels like she's slowly losing her mind in this place, surrounded so completely by death, utterly powerless to prevent it.]