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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Comments

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He uses that momentum grabbing onto Owain and throws him to the ground. After it, he starts pivoting to so he can keep the swordsman in sight]

That's something I've learned while traveling: when possible, use your opponent's momentum against them.

[swordhandled]

A wise lesson indeed. [ jumps back up and settles into a stance, watching ryoga ]

How many lessons have you learned, I wonder? [ he asks before rushing in once more. he's planning to feint, making a slash with his sword before quickly switching to a kick to knock him to the ground ]

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[He grins - still keeping to that low, balanced stance as though he's acting like a solid wall]

Quite a few - there's someone I've been trying to beat for a long time.

[Ryoga fell for the faint, grunting as he stumbles to the side from the kick]

[swordhandled]

You must be well on your way to doing so.

[ reacting quickly, slashing at him for real once more ]