week 4

[airlockedmods]

[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[everylittlesecret]

[Nari peeks out from under her blanket, watching Queenie without making a single sound. Unfortunately this does not go unnoticed by her little bodyguard in the room, who chirps a good morning tune.]

....

[Just going to hide her face again.]

[goteachother]

Nari? [She was trying not to wake her up she just... wasn't quite up to ducking out early today and after the weekend she wasn't sure Takumi could handle her fussing again. She could still feel Tina's dread in her chest and it made it hard to want to do anything.]

I'm sorry, sweetie... did I wake you up?

[everylittlesecret]

[She sighs and pulls the blanket off of her head.]

... you didn't. I just woke up. Sorry...

[goteachother]

Whatever for?

[She wants to ask so badly. She didn't think much of it last week. Some people were a little upset about the memories and such but it wasn't that odd for her and her life was so very mundane there wasn't anything major to remember.

How wrong she'd been.

It ached, the betrayal of someone they'd trusted so thoroughly, especially in the wake of Lee's betrayal. Mr. Graves... she could hardly believe it. But at least she understood a bit better what had people so wound up last week.]

You... you wanna talk, at all sweetie? [Because it's normal to want to talk about these things? And, admittedly, Queenie is insatiably curious.]

[everylittlesecret]

If I made weird noises or anything...

[Talk... Does she want to talk? About what? The memory? Having all this shoved in her face, making Nari more afraid of this place than ever?]

It's not a nice story. So... I don't want to scare you. Sorry.

[goteachother]

Not a peep.

[It is very hard to fuss at you from across the room Nari but she's a little uncertain of how actively petting fussing would be taken.]

You ain' gonna scare me, sweetie. And I don' expect everyone ta have nice stories. There aren't many folks that do.

[everylittlesecret]

Huh.... dreams like this usually make me scream....

[Might not be advisable if Queenie can note the small crackles of static on the blanket. Someone's a little charged up.]

... yeah... but this story I don't think will ever have a happy ending now... [She hesitates before sitting up. Might not have known this about your roomie before, Queenie, but... unitards aren't easy to sleep in. She at least keeps herself covered from the waist down out of courtesy.] The scars I've got. They tie in with the story.

[goteachother]

[Her first, instinctive response is to tell Nari not to give up hope, that things could get better. It was the same thing she'd been telling herself all morning. But her optimism would likely be considered misplaced at best so she bites her lip, tries to keep her inquiries as neutral and inoffensively cheerful as she can.]

Living happily ever after isn't the only way to have a happy ending.

Sometimes survivin' is as good as it gets... and that's okay too.

[everylittlesecret]

... after what I remembered, I don't even know if I want to survive. [She takes a steadying breath.] When I was in high school, after my sister disowned us and left, I didn't have anyone to protect me anymore. I was hiding everything back then and to the bullies it looked like a weakness. I don't... I don't even know what I did to make this girl so mad at me. She.... [Nari pinches the bridge of her nose with a grimace.]

.... she beat me to within inches of my life........... the reason I don't like ice, why I have never tried to really control it... I can't. I can't because I need to be afraid to use it.... she kicked in that fear... and lost her legs because of it. Didn't know that till I woke up in the hospital after a bunch of surgeries.