[CONTINUE] ROUND 6 - INTRO

[foundationmods]

[After so long a trip, you're all finally here. Taken through a hidden passage inside of the very mountain itself, you find yourself standing in front of a field of flowers, growing well due to the open roof above it. If you look up, you can just make out the shimmering colors off of the barrier - looking almost like the shine off of a soap bubble.

Try not to trample on the flowers as you approach the open, purple gate, where it looks as if someone is waiting for all of you just inside. And remember to wear your masks, now that you're here!

...Still, the sight of the yellow flowers waving in the wind....such a cheery sight fills you with determination for what's to come.

Welcome to the Underground.

You have the -

wait.

Haven't you done this before? No, you have. There was the murder, the trial, the ending and the Darkness -

Any abilities or powers you might have had are now totally off, as if they were never there.

...Someone who was dead is alive again. And someone else....

...

What was his name? You've forgotten it.]

Comments

[finalring]

I've attempted something with Lady Toriel. I've given her the bracelet that Frisk made for me...and I have written it down as well. My question will be whether it will disappear and come back to me at the end of this week--if we repeat the week--or if it will disappear. And, if that's the case, where will it go? Can it truly just disappear?

[ he pauses, thinking. ]

Though I suppose there could be a third option, that it somehow remains in Toriel's hands.

[dereban]

We'll have to test a lot of things.

Start making notes of order of events. Keep an eye on the other monsters. If there are, somehow, any monsters who might be saying things that differ from the last loop, we want to keep that in mind.

We should also keep track of our 'starting point' and 'end point' each time if we wind up in another loop after this one.

[oceanicbutterfly]

We should try something with this place, too. It might not reset.

[dereban]

... Is there room to write anything on the walls?

[oceanicbutterfly]

Not really. We could try leaving notes in here, though.

[dereban]

Instead of a note... let me try something else.

[She rips out a page in her notebook and starts making some folds and a bit of other proper rips and then starts to fold something - it's a paper crane!]

How about we try leaving this in here and see what happens?

[oceanicbutterfly]

If it comes to life and starts flying around, I quit.

But yes, that seems like a good plan.

[dereban]

I brought a normal notebook, not an SCP, Karen.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Inaba. I am an SCP, standing inside what would absolutely be an SCP, located inside what I strongly suspect is also an SCP. I trust you, but I trust no other part of this setup.

[dereban]

[Inaba clicks her tongue, chewing on her nail rather nervously.

She... really does not like talking about this too much in particular. Especially the whole 'other people here are SCPs', which reminds her that, yes - she's considered as one too.

Which, of course just makes her even more tense.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[...shit.]

We still need to have that talk.

[dereban]

Probably soon.

[She hides her expression behind her bangs, lowering her head.]

Just - tell me when you do.