Week 5

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[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

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 activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[Several protests began and died on her lips. She wanted to argue that the corpses in New Haven, the families of those who died in the massacre, all might disagree with him. But she didn't. Her mouth remained closed, and for a long while, she simply leaned against him.

Eventually, a voice in the back of her head began to chide her. She wasn't the only one who received memories, at least she was almost certain she wasn't. She lifted her head, giving Rhys a serious look, before laying a hand against his cheek.]

What about you...? Are you alright?

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[ He hesitates. It feels wrong to turn attention to him when she's not... doing well at all. Rhys instinctively places his hand over hers, squeezing lightly. She's... asking, so maybe... ]

I... not. Not really. Angel, I did something-- really bad.

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[It was as if Rhys had flipped a switch. Though she still felt her own distress rising up within her, it could at least be ignored for the time being. It was like she had thought earlier -- she wasn't the only person receiving memories.]

What happened? [If Rhys could forgive what she had done, she could at least listen and try to do the same.]