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

[dereban]

. . . what.

[whirlingmace]

[ Joining disapproving noise ]

[dereban]

Not you too!

[latebluemer]

[Disapproving stare.]

[dereban]

[ stares right back judgingly. really. REALLY. ]

[diesifkilled]

[More disapproving noises.]

[dereban]

[ sTOP ]

[whirlingmace]

Cinquey wants Inalin to stay safe.

[dereban]

[ She puts a hand on Cinque's shoulder in an attempt to be reassuring. ]

I will be. Please trust me.

[whirlingmace]

[ Giving a nod ]

Okay, I will.

[dereban]

Good. And take care of her while you're at it, okay?

[whirlingmace]

I will!

[dereban]

Thanks. And take care of yourself, too, Cinque.