WEEK 3 MINGLE

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WEEK 3

Week three opens like the other two weeks, but when you wake up, you know there's been a change in the area. At first, nothing is wrong - but when you look at any window, you aren't greeted with the cheery sight of the outside - instead, there's just a cold, harsh blackness. Trying to leave out the doors is impossible, too - if you try, you just find yourself back on the couches in the lobby. On top of that....The Staff are beginning to act even stranger, their glitching out becoming more obvious. Sometimes, they seemingly go blank mid sentence and walk away, as if they were reset, and slur or stutter their words.

The weather is...well, non-existent, except for the courtyard, which is still pleasantly snowy. There is still music playing in the halls, and the cover songs continue with some low-key music for the week.

On Monday morning, another memory is returned to everyone. Another piece to the puzzle, one step closer to finding the truth of this place. Yet, it doesn't seem like you're any closer to solving this...

And time still ticks onwards, regardless if you're ready or not.


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Comments

[whirlingmace]

[ ??? ]

How do you know him? Did you guys work together?

[diesifkilled]

We were at the camp together.

[whirlingmace]

Oh. So you were friends before!

[ A beat ]

Appy, you had a friend here and you didn't tell him.

[ :< ]

[diesifkilled]

He didn't even tell me!

[SO. MAD.]

[whirlingmace]

Do you want me to hold him for you so you can punch him? Boom! Friendship punch!

[diesifkilled]

-Yes. Yes, I do.

[whirlingmace]

[ Hehe. ]

Okay!

[ Pausing a moment to put a hand on his arm. ]

Want a hug?

[diesifkilled]

Not right now.

...I wouldn't mind one later, though.

[whirlingmace]

[ Giving a nod. ]

Okay! Later then. Come find me when you're ready.

[diesifkilled]

Thanks, Cinque.

[latebluemer]

Was the camp anything like this?

[She also doesn't recall him mentioning the camp, but this is more important, maybe.]

[diesifkilled]

It was a lot like this. I'll tell you all more about it once I'm done giving this dumbass a piece of my mind.

[latebluemer]

Okay. But it's a little weird that both of you are here, isn't it?

[diesifkilled]

Not really. Just like all the rest of you, I was almost certainly sent here by the Foundation.

[latebluemer]

... What's the point of sending us all here without memories or information? Even you, right -- does that mean all they're doing is trying to feed us to this thing?

[She's moving past baffled and into kinda pissed at this point.]

[diesifkilled]

It's entirely possible. That's what they were doing at the camp.

[latebluemer]

What do they even get from that? Is that their idea of containing something like this?

[It feels a lot more like they're the ones being contained. SCPs. She's liking this less and less and her likes were already in the steep negatives to begin with.]

[diesifkilled]

Pretty much. They're stupid.