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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[photoshooter]

[He shakes his head, miserable but insistent.]

...That's what heroes do.

[Lunafreya. Gladio. Ignis. Noct.]

Take it from me. I... I know.

[hellahighwater]

[ Dammit. ]

I...

[ The picture of Max, staring at her... Why'd she have to draw her looking so kind? ]

F-- fuck...!

[ She can't pull her hand from Prompto's, but she can cover her face with her other one, to hide from the looks. She's not a fucking hero. She--

She sobs. Her shoulders shake with them, and the pen falls to the floor. She tries, so hard, not to scream, and it traps itself in her throat, like a horrible groaning yell.

It's for the best. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. ]

[photoshooter]

[Still sniffling, Prompto scoots closer and switches the hand that's holding Chloe's so he can rub her back, swallowing down his own upset, because Chloe--Chloe is his friend.]

It's okay, we can... if you wanna go some--somewhere else, or hit something, we... anything you need.

[Neither of their rooms are far from the art room. It's not home, none of this can be home, but--it would be less public, at least. She doesn't have to hurt where anyone can see her.]

[hellahighwater]

[ She shakes her head. Really, she doesn't want to move right now. She can't, she can't stand, or... ]

J- just-- I just gotta-- f-for awhile--

[photoshooter]

Yeah. No problem.

[He gets it, and he's not going anywhere. He stays right there, holding her hand, rubbing her back, while she gets it out, his own tears fading into only the occasional sniffle.]

[hellahighwater]

[ The whole time, the half-finished picture of Max continues to look at her. Consoling, kind. Just like Max. God, what an infuriating girl, really. Even after all these years, she can't help but...

Chloe cries. She doesn't care if someone comes in, she'll tell them to fuck right off. (If she can.) She never wanted to-- she wanted to live, or something. Her sobs won't subside for awhile. Eventually, she'll just lean her forehead against the canvas, so she'll just leave it there.

She's waiting to just feel hollowed out, like how her dad's death made her feel, but...that's not happening. Dealing with the aftermath of this one, it might be a little different. ]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto doesn't have anywhere else to be. There's nowhere else he would be, anyway. He'd never leave someone--leave Chloe--alone at a time like this. So he stays, sometimes rubbing her back, sometimes just leaving his hand there, a warm and gentle reminder of solidity.]

If you're here, then... then, d-do you think... maybe she found another way?

[hellahighwater]

[ Chloe shakes her head. It jostles the paper, just a little. ]

There wasn't... l-last I remember she was already starting to travel back.

[photoshooter]

[Damn it.

Prompto closes his eyes and bows his head, then puts his arm around Chloe's shoulders once more.]

I... I'm glad... you got that week.

[Shnrrf.]

[hellahighwater]

...Me too. I- [ She swallows. ] I can't wait...to remember more of it.

[photoshooter]

[It's a sad, small smile, but it's there.]

Tell me about it when you do?

[Selfishly, childishly, he doesn't want these things to be memories. But he can't take that away from Chloe.]

[hellahighwater]

[ She sniffs and roughly wipes away tears. ]

...Yeah. I could talk about Max any time.