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thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
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MOCK WEEK - WEEK 1 TRIAL
It was noon on Friday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel.
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
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You know, it's going to be pretty quiet without you.
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It'd be much quieter without you.
[ . . . That didn't come out how he wanted it to. He's glaring as he looks away. ]
Shouldn't you hate me?
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Aww. I'm touched.
[ That's totally a compliment. He'll look away for a moment to act all bashful, but really he's not. ]
Didn't know you cared about me.
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I don't. [ huff! ] I just meant that you're way louder than I am.
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Right.
That's all he meant. ]
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[ Grinning. ]
Don't worry. You'll be hearing me again in no time, right?
[ Who knows what the witch will do and Jack did try to make a suggestion for other punishments. Soooooo hopefully it's nothing too bad, right? ]
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HE WILL WANNA FIGHT YOU LATER, JACK. ]
As if I'd be worried about something like that.
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Also good byes aren't really Jack's thing. So he'll just push the floatitas over to whomever else wants to talk to him ]
Uh huh. Suuuure. Have fun.