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

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Snake nods. He's not sure he wants to drag a kid into whatever kind of operation would be necessary for taking down the Foundation, but he can't deny that determination. Roxas had enough reason for revenge like the rest of them.]

Regardless of whether we're printed from a machine or not. [Something that Snake says as a reaffirming statement to himself just as much as to Roxas.] Our lives are still our own. It's our choice what we want to do with it.

[13thpromise]

[ There's a moment of pause on his part, because while this has all been a boatload of information, he's been able to sort of try to deal with it as well as he had. But...being a copy of a Nobody - ]

...because no matter where we came from or what we are, we're still people.

[ ...even if he was troubled by such a thing himself, he can't accept anything else. ]

[tacticalespionageaction]

...and we’re not pawns. Not their tools, or anyone else’s.

[He was borrowing someone else’s words a little, changing them up as if he hadn’t committed the exact phrasing to memory, but he wasn’t wrong to. The only problem lies in that he had to turn to them again so soon, in such a context.]

[13thpromise]

No, we're not.

[ And really, he's just about tired of being anyone's pawn. ]