WEEK 3 MINGLE

[foundationmods]

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

[latebluemer]

... It sounds like we're all remembering missions this time. I remember I hated missions.

[She's wrinkling her nose a little.

Frankly, the mission in her dream-memory wasn't all that bad compared to a lot of the ones she's hearing about, but with what she's learning about the Foundation and their missions and how (presumably) they all got here she's starting to sympathize with her mystery-past-copy-self. Honestly.]

We had to contain an SCP, a dangerous one, but couldn't figure out the procedure.

Bennings-san and I were looking for it. He... had books, and I had that stupid, stupid computer SCP from last time that wouldn't listen to me no matter what I tried. I don't know why I was still trying to work with it. [a sigh] Flat-san and Himemiya-san were there too. Flat-san was guarding us and Himemiya-san was providing, er, moral support?

[?????]

[rosebridled]

Oh, was I? I thought Escardos-san was the moral support.

[latebluemer]

I mean, I guess you were both kind of moral support?

[Emphasis on kind of. She did not feel very moral supported.]

... Where did that tea come from, anyway?

[rosebridled]

I don't know. I think I brought it with me?

[latebluemer]

I need to be that prepared next time, I guess.

[She's pretty sure next time in this case is this time and she is still distinctly not prepared enough to have brought a tea thermos to the blizzard. Woe.]

[rosebridled]

I could offer to bring some for your next memory, but I don't think it works that way.

[latebluemer]

Hmm. Maybe the best I can do is think about the memory of tea while I'm dreaming the next memory. Like lucid dreaming?

[Is this what lucid dreaming is even used for. Mystery.]