[CONTINUE] Week 1 || Act: mingle

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Monday comes onto the snowy town once more, though it still looks as if it's 'night' as ever.

Then again, you are underground. That's just to be expected, considering no natural light can get down here in the first place. The Monsters around you are just as friendly as ever, despite this being your second 'time' trying this monday.

...Though....are there a few less Monsters here than there were before? ...Nah. You must be imagining it.

You still have a mission - and after the events of the last trial, you want to do your best to stop whatever is causing this.

But, hey. You really do have nothing but time now to figure it out.

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[accessorytomurder]

Don't... give up.

[Is... is she poking him, or is that supposed to be some weak little shove?]

I sav... saved you, s-so, so you've... you've gotta stay saved.

[finalring]

[ whether it's a shove or a poke, solomon can't help but feel a bit conflicted at seeing her like this. he can't help but wonder if she's...alright? ]

I--I haven't given up, you know. Far from that.

[ ... ]

Are you sure you're okay?

[accessorytomurder]

I just... h-had a cookie! M'... m'fine.

[She's lilting slightly to the left.]

'N you did. You're... making, making plans 'n feeling bad.

[finalring]

I am not making plans. Others wanted to make plans, and I didn't have a choice.

[ for once it's not him trying to do something stupid!

but uh, ]

.........What kind of cookie?

[accessorytomurder]

[SPEAKING OF STUPID...]

...Am'ya-san's special ones.

[finalring]

[ . . . ]

....You're high, aren't you?

[accessorytomurder]

Maybe you're high.

[finalring]

I wish.

[ no yachi, he has to live out his existential crisis. ]

I'll get you some water. I don't want you to be hungover tomorrow.

[accessorytomurder]

Why d'people keep giving me that? There's not 'ven any acid 'round here...

[finalring]

No, no, water to drink. To avoid feeling sick in the morning.

[ he'll be gently guiding her to the kitchen. ]

[accessorytomurder]

M'fiiiiine.

[She pats his... air in front of his chest.]

It's me. M' always fine. Don't worry.