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]

[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.