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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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[Listening to Ripley, an anger rises in Snake as he does, one he can only direct at the untouchable powers responsible. Killing, watching people die...it was different if you signed up for it, if you had a reason. That was fair game. This - having to shoulder a responsibility you were never meant to carry - wasn't.

In her pause, he asks a question he feels he already knows the answer to.]

How many survivors?

[Ripley glances towards Snake for a fleeting moment, then turns back to look at the target, her expression stoic.]

Two. [A pause. Her voice is even and subdued.] Me and my cat, Jones. Everyone else was killed by the alien.

[She falls quiet, her hand tightening around her arm. She seems distracted.]

I had to burn two of my crew members. They were going to be used by the alien for...God knows what.

[Snake lets that hang for a weighted moment.]

...You made the right call.

[It almost feels an empty reassurance; of course, logically, it was. But killing a comrade, someone important to you, no matter how necessary...it left you with a weight that often got too great to carry.]

They'd have thought that too. I'm sure.

[Ripley shakes her head, her mouth twisting to the side. Not that Snake's wrong, but...it's still difficult to think about. Which is why she has to keep going, keep working on trying to save people--for the sake of all of those trapped in here with her.

But how can she? She's way out of her depth here and she knows it.]

I don't want to have to make that call again. But it'll happen eventually.

[...]

Whoever decided to throw kids into this shit is sick.

[It will happen, with this place, and it won't be easy.

Snake's jaw tightens, and he lowers his head.]

If they're not getting killed, they're getting blood on their hands.

[He heaves a sigh.]

Feels like they're handling it a hell of a lot better, sometimes.

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