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thefoundation2018-12-10 11:47 am
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WEEK 3 MINGLE

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.
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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We're kept like prisoners, aren't we? That's why I had that orange jumpsuit in that one memory. Just tools to use for their own purposes.
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THIS CAN'T BE ABOUT A CERTAIN MEMORY CAN IT?]
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CLEARLY
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If you want to say something, go ahead and say it.
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[his voice came out in a whisper]
I wasn't even suppose to be here...
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unlike the rest of you, I escaped almost a year and a half ago, they kept tracking me down, but they couldn't keep me contained...
I stumbled here by Accident, right after the rest of you had your memories wiped. I was given two options: To leave or to play along - and I couldn't bring myself to leave, I hoped I could at least help somehow...
[The young man starts to sniffle]
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you’re trying your best!
[ and ryoga might feel a soft pat on the shoulder ]
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[...]
Thank you, then. For staying with us and trying to help.
[That's more than he expected from anyone, really. The fact that Ryoga could have left but didn't is something, to be sure.]
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I'm sorry, Hibiki.
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...How much can you talk about right now?
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What do you mean? It sounds like we were all sent here, even if we can't remember it.
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What does that mean?
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I'm okay. I'm- I should have expected something like this.
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Hey, we're all in this together, you know?
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