Week 2

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Week 2

[The Champions have now been here for one week, and while the dud of a first incentive didn't tempt anybody, the fact remains obvious: a lack of murder isn't going to be the thing that gets you out of here.

Blaze Dudely and Rox have not made a reappearance since Tuesday, leaving you to your own devices for the moment. That door they entered and exited through remains locked, and there is no new area to access this week. Are you sure they're even still back there? Despite their absence, you all wake up on Sunday morning from strange dreams. What to make of it?

You can only hope it's not a bad omen for the rest of the week.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 1, submit your memory regain, and turn in your Benefactor threads! ))

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MONDAY

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[hellahighwater]

[ Hello, everyone, we are here in the movie room all day! Who wants to watch movies? ...Or, a movie, specifically, a few times, with some breaks, because fuck it, right?

Come to the room Chloe's monopolized, and you will be able to find her with popcorn, watching an...well, it's a movie alright. She's mostly quiet, somewhat somber, but every so often, she'll shake her head at something. ...Or yawn. Or...grumble. Or... ]

God, Max. ...This movie really still blows.

[ The things you do for love. ]

[stillstands]

[Miki's hovered in the door just long enough to get a feeling that this movie really, really kinda sucks. Like... really. She's beginning to question your taste, Chloe.]

Why are you watching this?

[She's sitting down next to her anyway, and folding her legs onto the chair. Hi, guess she's watching this too now. For some reason.]

[hellahighwater]

[ The smile on Chloe's face is unlike that of any Mimi's seen before. The very expression is a new level of soft. ]

'Cause it reminds me of someone I love.

[in4apounding]

[So, wandering in in time to see the barrier being lowered.]

...That man is a TERRIBLE military leader.

[She sounds almost scandalized.]

[hellahighwater]

[ hAhahahaha ]

He seems that way doesn't he? Wow, no one is operating off an inch or logic. [ ...the more she watches it the more she's actually enjoying mocking it. ]

[theundertaken]

[Max wandered by earlier and was pretty uninterested in whatever was playing, but by the second time, he's intrigued enough to stop in.]

Didn't I see you watching this, like, three hours ago?

[hellahighwater]

What? Can't a girl commandeer a movie room to watch a shitty movie over and over again these days?

[lmafo]

[ She's here to look through the movies, and... ]

I believe there was some kinda expression about pots and kettles and the color black, idk what it was...

[hellahighwater]

[ She snorts. ] Yeah, yeah...

Hey, if you wanna watch your own bad shit, get another theater, this one's mine 'til my eyeballs bleed.

[keepmeinyourheart]

[The movie is strange, and Lunafreya has been in the room for a while watching it quietly behind Chloe. Sorry if she's about to scare you.]

I think it's quite interesting.

[hellahighwater]

[ ATTACK OF THE FLYING POPCORN Chloe just

throws her popcorn into the air

everywhere

with a small shout ]

[challengesfate]

[Despite numerous conflicting accounts and some pretty upsetting realizations, Lucina has decided to take her dream from the night before and deem it just that - a dream. There was just...far too much left unanswered about it for the events to have fit into the time frame of what she knows is going on, and while thinking back on it still makes her uneasy...it's the only way she can keep functioning. And she has to keep functioning. She has to keep living, and doing her best to learn, even as time starts to tick down for her at home.

A week and a day until her father reaches Regna Ferox. She. She'll be able to make it. She must.

Today, Lucina takes up time in the Art Room, her ever-present notebook of things she doesn't understand beside her, as she has decided to draw on a large canvas. She's...not good at it, and her choice of aesthetics is incredibly lacking, but there are some distinct repeated designs showing up in areas: a symbol drawn with exacting care, and another more drawn from a shaky memory. There's a dragon or two and various small human figures of...honestly child-like skill level. But drawing it helps her not to think of any of the bad stuff. It's good.

Come draw pictures with Lucina? Or at least critique her about some of these color choices.]

[playthedamncard]

[oh hey dragons I can't imagine anyone who would be interested in those

Kaiba's chill has...well, it hasn't totally returned from the war or anything, but he hasn't thrown any chairs today, or completely bitched anyone out (yet) (that we know of), so apparently he's let his anger settle, which is about as good as it's going to be today. If he cannot change the memories he had, then he just has to change his present, get back, find out what's going on.

Lucina's absence and then general malaise the day before had been noted, but he had been in no fit mood to pay her any kind of visit. It wouldn't have turned out well for either of them. Sometimes he knows a losing battle when he sees one.

Curious, he is, naturally, drawn to sketches of dragons.]

What is that?

Art Room

[karappo]

We really must stop meeting like this.

[Karamatsu drones as he saunters into the Art Room, looking to be in much higher spirits than he'd been on Saturday. If Lucina didn't notice him yesterday, she will now...in fact, that is why he came in here at all.]

But it is fate that we meet, for I have something to show you, Lucina-san!

art room

[lovecolored]

[ pointing at the Grima mark ]

Oooh, spooky. You practicin' for Halloween or somethin'?

Art Room

[theundertaken]

Ooooh, hey, is that magic stuff?

[Pointing at the symbols. He could add art critique, but that kinda seems like an asshole move.]

[in4apounding]

Salutations, Miss Lucina!

[You feeling any better, new space friend.]

Oh. ...Is that. Grima?

[Indicating that big honkin' dragon picture.]

[keepmeinyourheart]

[Hello, Lucina, would you like Lunafreya to join you. She stands behind the blue haired girl, looking over her shoulder.]

So your world has dragons as well?

[andjerry]

[His dream a day or two ago is just his fears catching up to him. He sees Carol strolling into a town hall meeting, making An Entrance as if she thinks the police are going to be useless here, and then the new agent, the one he's been trying to impress, talking him into showing off his tattoo. "You didn't kill Anna," he hears, and he already knows that but it's good that at least Agent York is satisfied with him.

The longer he's gone, though, the longer it's going to take for someone to be arrested, so as little as he wants to pay this any mind, he has to. He leaves hot food out in the cafeteria throughout the day, as usual, but finds himself brainstorming in a more public area than the library as he starts compiling any public notes he's seen. The library, later on, has him looking through a book on cryptography: Slaine had a great idea, and if it can get them a little further...]

Library

[batfortheprincess]

[They were already fairly limited in what they can do around here, but at the same time, the library was expansive enough that it was always easy to find something new there. Even barring that, paper books were a bit of a novelty to him now, so flipping through them... it was a little nostalgic in its own way.

So Slaine doesn't necessarily come in with anything particular in mind, but as he passes by Thomas, he doesn't miss the book he has laid out. Huh...]

Oh, that's... um, have you found anything useful in there?

Cafeteria

[theundertaken]

Still at the cooking, dude? [It's nice and all, but what does Thomas even do around here other than cook?]

Cafeteria

[in4apounding]

[Penny doesn't really spend much time in the cafeteria during mealtimes. Like, at all. But she's passing by today.]

Did you make that yourself, Mister Thomas?

[in4apounding]

[Early Monday, but after breakfast has been served, another note is posted in the cafeteria.]

Just to be clear, did everyone have some kind of dream about home?

[keepmeinyourheart]

[Penny, you are a sweetheart, but why are you posting this where the cameras can see?]

I do not believe it was a dream. It was more a memory.