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

[relentlesslyonwards]

[There's a lot to parse here, up to and including the fact that Snake was a child soldier. It's a familiar story in some ways but also not, and the face of a silver-haired girl flashes through his mind.]

You have me there. [There's a glance over to the crab claw.] But you weren't completely unarmed yourself, huh.

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He smirks a little, and holds the claw up with a wave.]

Still hand-to-hand.

[If you stretch the meaning a little further.]

It's not that I don't use weapons, but they can't be all you rely on. In a battle, the only thing you can count on is yourself.

[relentlesslyonwards]

I guess that's one way of describing it...

[There's a blink at the last sentence, before his expression shifts to something more melancholic.]

I can't deny that you have a point, but when you say it like that... it almost sounds kind of lonely.

[tacticalespionageaction]

It can be. The battlefield is a lonely place.

[Even though it's full of people, each one is looking out for themselves, most of all.]

But that doesn't mean it has to be.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[There's a blink, and he closes his eyes for a bit, like he's mulling over something. When he opens his eyes, there's a small smile.]

Yeah, of course. Did you also have friends there to back you up?

[tacticalespionageaction]

...Sometimes, yeah.

[Whether all of his team could really be considered 'friends' was complicated territory, but there was no denying he did have some there looking out for him.]

They saved my life a few times, one way or another. I owe a lot to them.