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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[relentlesslyonwards]

[He's attentive the entire way through the story, taking a petal between his own fingers when she finishes.]

Hearing that, it makes it sound like these flowers are a bad omen for us. ...Although, it's already a little too late to be blaming anything on them.

...Are there any happy stories associated with these?

[latebluemer]

[...]

[She ends up crouching, too, arm around her knees and contemplating the flowers for a long moment.]

If there are, I don't know of any. But if they're an omen for us, then there's something that Kurosaki-san told me. There's a way for us to all go home. If these flowers grow when you meet someone you're never going to see again... Then maybe we'll get to go home.

[They'll catch the Monsters and beat them all, and then somehow wrangle the Foundation or the Resort into letting them go free. They don't even know what will be waiting at the end of the road.

... The way out of this world is death. Maybe this really is the perfect flower for them.]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[As he lets the implications behind her words wash over him, he moves a hand down to the base of the stem, as if to pluck it from the ground but pulling back at the last minute.]

I don't know if that's really the way I want to get back home though. As twisted as this place is, I'm glad I met the people here. And just parting ways like that doesn't really sit well with me.

[latebluemer]

I'm not sure either. We don't know if it works, and we don't know what we'd be going back to.

[Her voice is steady, almost detached, sweeping over the logistics of the decision as though they're talking about choosing ingredients for dinner or something like that. It really is a twisted place, where they have to talk about legends like they apply to their lives.

She's not sure, either, about the meetings here. She won't forget them, she knows, unless something like what happened to their Foundation memories happens once again. She doesn't voice that one.]

What would you want to do at the end of this, Schwarzer-kun? If you don't want to part ways.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[His gaze doesn't leave the petals of those blood-red flowers and there's a very, very long pause before decides he's ready to answer.]

Well... I'd want to find a way where we can go back home and be able to visit each other, but even I understand how naïve that sounds. [He shakes his head.] So if we do end up going our separate ways, then I think I'd at least like a memento of the time we've spent together -- something I can keep as a reminder.