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thefoundation2018-12-10 11:47 am
foundationmods) wrote in 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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[Medic can't say one way or the other about rodents, though.]
Eagles aren't really my area of expertise, anyway. I learned quite a bit from helping Soldier, but my preference remains with my flock.
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[He's joking really!]
What's the story with your flock anyway? No offense but it doesn't seem normal to be covered in birds like that.
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[Phil can't see it, but Medic just has. The biggest goddamn grin on his face at that question. This is one of his favorite stories to tell.]
Well! The short explanation is that I stole them!
The slightly longer explanation is that I stole them from a wedding!
The longer-than-that explanation is that I stole them from a Prime Minister's wedding!
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[He loves you.]
... I feel like I should be used to you saying these sort of things by now.
But every word you said is incredibly baffling.
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Also, I killed one of the Chancellors at the wedding. That's an important detail.
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...I feel like I'm going to regret this, but why were you stealing birds from the Prime Minister's wedding?
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I guess I should be relieved you didn't kill a man just to have some birds.
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[Medic taps his chin with his pen, thinking. Ah, what the hell. If he hasn't scared Phil off yet, he probably isn't going to now.]
Before I became a mercenary, I had a hobby. That hobby was tracking down and killing people who deserved death but had avoided it, usually by hiding their identities in some way.
Still murdering people, like my normal job now, but not for money. The satisfaction.
My friend Soldier and I- we actually met in Germany before becoming mercenaries. We had the same idea, actually. His plan had some, ah, issues, but I helped him along as best as I could.
The Chancellor was one who had escaped justice. My only regret is that he died quickly.
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Well... he would be a damn hypocrite to judge him on killing people who deserved it when his one reason for killing a man (before Medic) was to feel something.]
You're lucky I'm the only one reading this, you know.
[He smirks.]
Are you going to kill me too now that you know that I'm enough of an asshole that the universe had to keep me in one place before I escape.
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No. You're not at all like them, not even close.
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I'm really flattered. You're probably the first guy I've met who's said I wasn't the worst man they've encountered.
[Romantic.]
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Phil does miss, but it doesn't matter, because Medic reaches over and grasps Phil's hand, himself. His hand is warm and he holds a little tighter than he probably means to.
After a few seconds, his grip relaxes, and he rubs his thumb over the back of Phil's hand.
Medic was a bit more nervous he sounded.]
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Anyway you don't have to worry about me judging you. I've told you already that I've done more shitty things than I can count at this point. For fun even. If I hated you for killing people, then I might as well hate myself for what I've done.
...
Which I do, but that's besides the point.
i wanna go back in time and tell past me that i'd seriously rp medic/a bill murray character someday
It's not that, really. I didn't think you would.
I was being serious before- you are nothing like the people I've killed, even at your worst.
You're not a man who deserves to die.
[And Medic's starting to realize that he really, really doesn't want Phil to die. At least not permanently. At least not in a way he can't fix.]
it's beautiful isn't it
He is silent for a good long while. As if pondering the note.]
... What do you see in me, exactly?
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At first, I didn't really know. You were attractive, and funny, and interesting, and you weren't disgusted by me, and that was enough? Then you kissed me, and all of that happened, and I sort of expected you to just. Leave me after that, but you didn't. And you still haven't.
And then you were genuinely upset to see me die, and genuinely worried that I would somehow hate you for it? And actually caring about the fact that I died?
And that's... baffling. I've spent years now around mercenaries, but I still remember trying to date men before that- civilians- I remember how poorly that went. And I actually had better impulse control back then! I managed to accidentally drug you the first time you kissed me and you still kissed me again after the effects wore off???
And that told me a lot. That no matter how abrasive you try to be, you're not as awful as you think you are. And especially after last Thursday-
I trust you. And I really like you. And I'm a little worried about you.
... I think the real question is, what do you see in me?
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[Phil reads over the note over a few times (smiling slightly at the mention of last Thursday), amazed that anyone who really knew him would think of him so highly. Under his narcissism, Phil never really thought too highly of himself, and being trapped in the time loop only exasperated that once he was finished indulging himself to death. And reading this makes him feel... happy. Genuinely happy.
He realizes after a good minute that he should respond to Medic, and not keep him waiting.]
... I think you're hot.
[He... he really meant to say more than that.]
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It takes Medic a few seconds to process that. And once he does, he just fucking loses it. He pulls his hand away from Phil's and puts his head in his hands, giggling uncontrollably. The birds that are still flocking around him look startled, and a few take off in surprise.
After a few minutes, he manages to write down a single sentence before he puts his head on the table, still laughing:]
YEAH THAT TOO
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You know what? I changed my mind.
I want to be put back in that time loop so I can try this conversation again.
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DON'T TEMPT FATE LIKE THAT!!!
besides i dont want you getting bored of me after the 200th attempt to do whatever you need to do to get out of the loop
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It's fine I'll just make sure to tell you every day I'm trapped in another loop so you can help me out of it.
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Medic reaches a hand back across the table, taking Phil's in his again.]
thank you, by the way
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You're welcome.
[Phil sighs as he runs his free hand through his hair, now that Archimedes is out of it.]
I'll think of something better. God it's a lot easier to be charming when you have infinite chances to try it.
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[After a moment, Medic lifts Phil's hand and kisses it. Just because Phil can't be charming doesn't mean Medic can't try to be]
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