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Week 5
[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.
Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))
Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]
(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))
SUNDAY
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There's a lot of remembering in the past few weeks, but this is different. It's like everything's become so much clearer. He remembers emerging from his prison. Finding Umbra. Finding the guys. (Prompto's there, and Noctis is so relieved he can barely breathe.)
Returning to Insomnia. He's become the Chosen King, hasn't he? It's his duty to bring back the day, wrest control back from the daemons.
He kills Ardyn Izunia-- no, he kills Ardyn Lucis Caelum.
The throne brings you here? It seats only one.
Off my chair, jester. The king sits there.
When he wakes, he goes to the license plate factory. It takes him a little while, but he goes to the memorial wall with several in hand. And he adds these names. There are probably more names, and he'll add them as they come to mind.
After that, he goes to the kitchen. Someone has to make sure everyone eats. It's nothing really special, but there's rice. There's tea. There's broth, vegetable and beef. There's bread, jam, butter, eggs, bacon. All space varieties, of course. But it doesn't look bad.
And of course, pancakes.
After that, he goes to the greenhouse and just... sits with a book in hand. ]
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"Listen, Max. My respiratory system-"
Nope! Nope nope nope we are not thinking about that today, nope we are not thinking about today's memory!! She goes in to sit next to him. ]
Good book?
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[Because she can't possibly hurt more, right.....]
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This is going to be so much fun!
She shakes her head, frowning.]
Noctis? Are those names for people who...
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There are three or four finished license plates sitting on a table in thecorner.]
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Pyrrha doesn't leave cell 1 for most of the day. She... barely leaves her bed in the first place. She sits on it, legs drawn up, head down, thinking. Or, perhaps it's crying, that happens off and on.
She remembers things, a fight, part of the Vytal festival, the thing she thought wasn't happening for weeks. But it did, and now she knows she made it to the finals.
At some point, Pyrrha does drag herself out of her cell and wanders sluggishly into the kitchen. It just leads to quiet searching through the cupboards, looking over all the unappealing space food they've had this whole time.
Anyone that happens to catch her at this time is going to find that Pyrrha's... definitely seen better days. Her hair isn't done up in a hair tie, and her eyes are noticeably red...]
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Anyone walking past Cell 6 this morning is going to be treated to the sound of Will Graham just tumbling straight out of bed and hitting the floor no holds barred. He seems oddly spooked by his tumble though -- staring at the opposite wall like he's not there at all, like all he's really feeling is the swoop of gravity and the rush of cold air, the roat of wave, blood scenting the air, seeping into his clothes and the warmth of another person. He remembers falling, and he didn't do it alone.
When he does emerge, finally, he's in the kitchen. There's something that looks like a very basic omelette in front of him, and there's a cup of coffee in front of him because a quarter of a bottle of whiskey doesn't last long on an evening like the one they recently had. He's reading a letter.]
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My hand hurts... But that's not the only thing that hurts.
Komaru... her friend. Her first real, true friend. And she'd forgotten all that until now. Just how much that dumb girl meant to her... But she's glad she remembers, even if it hurts a little too. Because she needed to hear some of this.
Helping each other... that's the advantage of working together, right?
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What do you want to do right now?
Byakuya was safe. That was... important. Even if something happened to her... he and Komaru were going to be okay.
She stays in bed -- in cell 1 -- longer than usual. Even for her. Because she doesn't know where she'd go even if she did. The library... she doesn't want to go back there. Not... not yet.
When she does emerge it's to hesitantly visit the kitchen to... try and put something together for herself. It's a sloppy attempt really. She's not trying to do anything grand. Then she goes to the exercise yard where she... sits. And thinks.]
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It's a sensation of triumph - but when he wakes up, it's empty. So he retrieved his gauntlet - what good does it do him, here? It's still out of reach. All it does is frustrated him all the more, a bitter pill of rage in his throat that could so, so easily lead him to lashing out -
but they expect him to, now? They have seen him for the Beast he is, and if he makes a move now, it would be akin to suicide. But Doomfist is nothing if not patient and willing to wait for an opening, so he tolerates whatever looks are thrown his way with a detached scorn.
While he briefly visits the kitchen to create a meal for himself, he spends most of the day in the exercise yard or once more in the room of fire. And while he'll likely not be seen doing it, Oda's license plate will be removed from the wall. If it is remade, it will be removed once more before being 'allowed' to stay.
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Of all the memories Soma could've imagined he would regain, this... this was never even on the radar. Possession, manipulation, yes those things could and did happen, but this is a hundred, a thousand times worse. To be the very thing so many wished destroyed, the epitome of evil, the antithesis of all life....
Soma jolts out of sleep with a thin, keening wail, instantly curling in on himself and sheltering his face with his hands. He doesn't want to see, doesn't want anyone to see, his skin feels wrong, like the thinnest paper barely containing foulness and filth unimaginable. He can hear the demons inside him howling with glee, their Master is waking and soon he will crush everything and everyone beneath his heel.
He screams again, a raw howl of despair, and twists his fingers into his hair so tightly it feels as if his scalp will give way. Tears slide down his face, stinking faintly of both salt and copper. If this is what he truly is, why didn't Oda take his life? No one here is safe from him, he knows that. The knowing will be his undoing. He does everything he can to force out prayer after prayer, not realizing he's speaking a language he never learned.]
"Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra...."
[The words burn his profane throat, choking him, forcing him to start over and over again until he collapses into another mantra of desperate madness.]
"Deus protegas me, ne discesseris a me...."
[He will not emerge from Cell 5 all day, but his door is not locked.]
Cell 5 has issues
More like Issues
It could be worse.
Not much!
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She gets up a few hours later than she usually does, which is still around the time that most people are probably rising... and she sort of seems like she's... well, buffering would be a word she wouldn't know, but it's definitely a word that describes how she's going through the day. She gets breakfast and spreads Cheryl's letters out on the dining hall, as she sort of just... looks at some tacky-ass phone as she picks at some space eggs.
Later on... she can be found standing in front of the memorial wall, just kind of... thoughtful, in a drained, morose sort of way.]
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Wonder if I could even fit everyone up there...
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MONDAY
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The words had haunted Varric from the moment he woke on Sunday. He tried to ignore them by throwing himself into business throughout the day. He'd been nothing more than a log that weekend, ignoring those he cared for. Waking up to his own voice, to the morose gaze of Lavellan, had been sobering, in that regard.
They'd been separated for years, sending letters when they could and meeting when it was safe. Varric was too public of a figure, too much of a weak link. Plenty of people were eager to point fingers at Hawke for what happened in Kirkwall, and they would have done anything to find her and bring her to a justice Varric knew she didn't deserve.
It had never felt like enough. Even when they met again in Skyhold, it all felt like it was too little, too late.
And it was. Marian Hawke was dead, extinguished just as Malcolm, Bethany, and Leandra had been before her. She'd stayed behind, a hero, his hero until the very end, and finally it had caught up to her.
Remaining distant hadn't done him any good for her, which was why he had thrown himself into taking care of his loved ones on Sunday. On Monday, however, it seemed to catch up to him.
Varric remained inside Cell 4 long into the day. The door was left cracked as always, and anyone who was curious could probably peek in and witness Varric reading The Tale of the Champion. His fingers brushed over the illustrations every now and again, as if somehow it would translate to touching Hawke's skin one last time.
Eventually, he would make his way to the license plate factory. He studied the panel for awhile, trying to make sense of the strange, future interface. It took several tries to produce the right plate, with Varric deeming each effort, each font not worthy of the memorial he was creating.
Finally, though, he brought a plate to the memorial wall. It was set amongst the others with a careful touch, and a fond gaze, before Varric turned away from it in order to flee back to his room for a period of time.
Hawke[Eventually, he found himself in the mess hall. He wasn't eating or drinking, but rather watching those that came and went. His writing was spread out in front of him, but nothing new had been put on any of the pages.]
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TUESDAY
GROUP SESSION NUMBER 3: Support
Today, therapy is not optional for anyone.]
Today, we are going to try a bonding exercise that's perhaps a bit more direct than usual. We are going to go around this circle and state one thing that we appreciate or respect about the person to our left. And when it goes around, we are going to do it again the other way.
Miss Nikos? Why don't you begin?
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WEDNESDAY
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The most intriguing thing she discovers, by far, is her dog tags. They're unmistakably hers, painfully familiar...and with a retractable flash drive hidden inside.
She needs to find out what's on them.
But how? It's not like there's a computer lab in among their ever-growing collection of common areas. For the moment, she just puts the dogtags around her neck, tucking them away.
CT's been wearing her armor more and more ever since it had arrived a week prior. Replica or not, it's comforting to wear it again, and she can be found wandering - or prowling - the hallways in full armor and helmet, brooding.
Later, she she discards her armor in favor of her jumpsuit and a workout. She hangs her new punching bag in a corner of the exercise room and gets busy beating the stuffing out of it, almost literally.
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So. On Wednesday, Noct's at the memorial wall again. Someone might find him writing on a piece of paper, which reads,
I found these in the license plate factory earlier. I figured you might want them included with the other names, whoever you are.
-- Noctis
He's there for a while, lost in thought. There's still stuff to make tea in there, so he's nursing a cup of it.
Afterward, he goes to the... infirmary? Huh. But he's got a bag that he's filling with stuff. Bandages. Painkillers, stuff to stitch up wounds, antibiotics, whatever he thinks might be useful. The end of the week is looming ever closer, and he's aware of what that might mean for everyone. There are so very few of them left, and Noctis intends to get out as many of his friends as he can.
And then he's wandering around. He's not sure what he's doing, really, but he just needs to move around. Get out of his head for a little while. But this is Noctis, and it isn't that easy for him not to think. Sometimes, he'll stop in by a room, and if someone's there he'll give them a greeting. Sometimes, he's off in his own little world, playing with the ring on his finger. It's a pretty fancy ring, too. Or, he might be writing in a notebook. Someone who's observant will notice there's a name at the top of the page: Luna.
Or sometimes there's another name. Prompto. Gladio. Ignis. Iris, Cindy, Ravus.
Ardyn. Regis. ]
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[Big mistake.]
[Next thing you know, Leon's sprinting to the kitchen to wash the unreasonably spicy flavor from his mouth. It's kind of obvious there's something wrong with him: The poor guy's face is beet red and he's watering at the eyes. HELP.]
[After that fiasco is over, he goes back to looking through the stuff Oda was supposed to get on Sunday.]
Huh? What's this?
[He holds up a black ring that came with the small pile of plushies and slippers. It looks kind of cool, so he decides to try it on. Maybe someone should pass him by in the hallway and tell him trying on weird rings is a bad idea.]
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Later she also takes the maid dress that she's worn almost constantly since she's gotten it to the laundry room, trading it for wearing the peasant girl dress she'd gotten for a costume for a little while as she imitates what she saw Cheryl do. Bleaching it. Not entirely. Just... into a slightly lighter gray shade so she can add a little purple to it, resulting in something of a dark plum color.]
..that's better.
[From that point on you can find her wearing the colored dress. She... finally goes back to the library, but really she's just standing outside like she's not sure she wants to go in.
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There are things she should do. Things she might want to say.
Around lunchtime, Pyrrha can be caught going from the greenhouse, where she's inspecting what would pass for flowers in here and picking a few, to the licence plate room, staring at the machines, wondering just how it works.
But it all comes to a head in the afternoon, when Pyrrha's gone down to the memorial wall and gets to work on putting up an assortment of plates.
Penny
Some of the letters are smushed together, she knows.
She also rests the gathered flowers down at the base of the wall.]
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THURSDAY
Before the banquet
Soma finds himself somewhere between frozen with dread and utterly numb. It's not a good place to be, mentally or physically. So early in the morning, hopefully before the man has left his cell, Soma slips a note to Akande under the door.
Soma
And Akande will find the teen waiting there, still wearing the cloth tied around his head almost over his eyes. Something in the way Soma stands is different, brooding but not showing weakness, every inch of him tensed like a predator. Still, there's no murderous intent radiating from him, only a strange blankness.]
Akande.
[No inflection to his voice, no emotions betrayed, only quietly firm syllables. He's tightly wound but not about to snap. He can't. He has to stay in control.]
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ALTCHLOE
Then she hangs out in the library for a while, reading through a couple fiction books about time travel. ]
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