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

[whirlingmace]

[ omg vanitas ]

I think how you are nor is more important, but I wouldn't mind hearing about it.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ ... He glances away. ]

Isn't there some kind of saying about history being repeated?

now* I fail

[whirlingmace]

What about me? Do you care about what I might have done in the past?

oisfkljh it doesn't change how you're a joy to RP with so shhhh

[enter_the_darkness]

[ There's no response....... ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Exactly. ]

Thank you, Eddie.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Why are you like this, Cinque.

He just sighs, looking away. There's the hint of a blush, but he's leaving it at that. ]