Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[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! ))

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[neverheardofhim]

Mmm. [He shut his eyes, already kicking around an idea or two.]

Give me a second to think, alright? In the meantime, I'll need a place to sit and something to drink.

[He snapped his fingers like he'd seen the pompous nobility do. It felt dirty, and he quickly found himself regretting even joking about it.]

If you don't mind. The library and some water should do fine.

[neverheardofhim]

[He makes a face, but otherwise doesn't protest. He'd had worse, and the kid looked like he was knocking on death's door.]

Any better?

[neverheardofhim]

It wasn't your color, that much is for sure. [Not that Varric could judge. It wasn't really anyone's color, was it?]

I don't think any of us can judge though, considering what we all woke up in.

[Unlike Will, Varric had yet to be blessed with clothes that had a long-term use. Sure, he had two costumes, but he got the feeling no one wanted to see him walking around in either one of them.

And he sure as hell wasn't putting on the maid outfit ever.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT's worked alongside Maine, Akande. She's not intimidated. ]

Does he deserve it any less than Diego did? Or Alec?

[toomanybaseballs]

Uh... Okay. Pretty sure Oda wasn't one of the-

Wait, doesn't that make you royalty?

[tuskenlancer]

...Yeah, I guess we could use it.

[ At least they aren't living off whatever they'd managed to smuggle away anymore. She doesn't fill up a plate just yet, though, instead studying Noctis. ]

Noctis, right?

[nightcure]

Did you look at the profiles on the PIP at all?

[goldrighthand]

Diego didn't break.

[Funny, how the one he started being most annoyed with has crawled his way up through the rankings.]

Even Rideaux was defiant. Alec...

[Well, his lip curl kind of explains what he thinks of that guy.]

[nightcure]

[ Luckily, Noctis could joke with the best of them. He gave Varric a low, sweeping bow. ]

At your request.

[ He straightened up and gave Varric a light grin. ]

Meet you there.

[nightcure]

Someone's gotta make sure everyone's eating.

[ He nods to her. It's nothing Ignis could make, but it'll do. ]

Yeah, that's me. You're CT, yeah?

[induality]

[Geez. Dishing out compliments like this is hard. But it's fine. She's... happy to hear something positive follow her name.]

Rick.

[Yep. You.]

I think it's... impressive. How little you let things bother you. I'm kind of... jealous.

[Kill her three days from now now.]

[neverheardofhim]

[A prince bowing to a supposed viscount -- what a sight to behold. Varric spent his walk to the library mulling the concept over, amused smirk on his lips.

Once he was settled in a chair though, Varric's thoughts shifted to the story he was to tell. There were plenty of people there to craft a narrative about. CT, the Project Freelancer mole; Pyrrha, the huntress; Rick, the mad scientist.

It was hard to pick just one.]

[nightcure]

[ It wasn't that long before Noctis joined him in the library. He had a pitcher of water and two glasses, and he took a seat across from Varric.

He poured him a glass and pushed it toward him. ]

There you go. Got any ideas?

[neverheardofhim]

One or two.

[Varric took the glass into his hand and took a sip. He liked to think he had a lighthearted enough idea rattling around in his head.]

The hour of reckoning was at hand. Thanks to the machinations of Rick and the brute strength of Akande, enough of Blaze Dudely's robots had been brought down and robbed of their weapons to create a formidable force. As Pyrrha charged forward with a pike made from the pipes that had felled her dear friend, she was joined by Soma, who crowded the forces onto her waiting weapon.

Leon gripped his trusty bat and bashed the bots too confused to know where to start, and Max finished them off with a few sharp blows from a kitchen tray. Fukawa was a menace with her blades, cutting wires from tubes and sending sprays of oil and other liquid into the air that was deftly dodged by CT, who tackled another robot to the ground. Will, saved from the coming blow from said bot, quickly kicked it in the head long enough to sever the power running from its torso to its cranium.

In the chaos, a king and a viscount fought back to back, kicking, punching and slashing at whatever beasts came there way.

In the chaos, one thing was clear. Blaze Dudely was outnumbered. He backed up toward a gaping door opening into the depths of space. Mozu followed. She was terrified, but this man had robbed her of both comfort and friends, and she'd had enough.

As the backs of his boots scraped the ledge, Mozu stepped forward. She placed her hands against the man's chest and shoved hard, sending him plummeting through the endless depths of space.

[induality]

[Wednesday... Fukawa looks a little different on Wednesday. Probably because that morning... in cell 1... she forced herself into the shower. It's not an altogether pleasant experience for her because there's the voice that says it won't make a difference. But as of today she's clean. But now she has to brush and fix that ridiculous hair of hers.

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.

[nightcure]

[ As Noctis listened, he grinned. Using all of the people remaining to take down Spikes's army of robots? ]

You tell a hell of a story. [ He sipped at his own water. ] That'd be pretty awesome if it happened.

[ He couldn't speak for the others, but he was pretty done with everything. Maybe if he knew exactly what all Spikes could do, he would have been more willing to try something. But there were too many uncertainties. ]

[toomanybaseballs]

Yeah!

I mean, it's been a while!

[nightcure]

Mine says I'm a king right on it.

[induality]

It's... some kind of pasta?

[Fukawa why are you unsure. That certainly is some noodles and vegetables... and meat... It's missing anything resembling sauce though.

Did she just grab whatever and start putting it together?



Yes.]

[toomanybaseballs]

[Oh, Ok. Who... Are these?]

[Leon's actually really glad people are keeping this up.]

[neverheardofhim]

Give it time. Whether he knows it or not, he's defeating himself in this game each week. We're losing numbers, but we're also weeding out those who would be willing to kill, too.

[At least, Varric had to hope that was the way it was going. When he went through the faces that made up their remaining "friends," he found that he wasn't entirely eager to trust all of them.

But that just meant he'd have to be extra vigilant, and keep them from hurting anyone else.]

We're going to get through this, one way or another.

Library

[toomanybaseballs]

[You caught looking at some new licence plates on the wall. He turns to wander off and nearly walks into his classmate...]

Touko! You look... Really cute today. [And you don't smell horrible.]

[toomanybaseballs]

...

[Checking the PIP again.]

Oh... It sure does.

[neverheardofhim]

[When he had left the library to find himself a drink and a snack, Varric had expected that he would come back to the same empty room he'd been in for the past few hours. Not that the sight of Fukawa was an unpleasant one -- quiet the opposite considering her state.]

Hey, Scribbles. [He offered her a pleasant smile.] You... You look well.

[induality]

Oh!

[Varric. She's... glad to see you. She really is. She's a little drained but there's definitely a small fire that wasn't in her after that trial. Fukawa, who's always making faces or looking at the ground... manages a weak smile. Because she doesn't say this a lot it... takes her a moment, but--]

...thanks. I'm... okay. I just had a lot to sort through.