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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[unhappylittletrees]

[Jamie watches his video with growing, white-knuckled distress. He can hear people shouting around him but his attention is almost completely set on watching a dark-haired woman in hospital scrubs smiling and chatting with a man also wearing scrubs at a nurses' station. When it cuts to the nurses' station looking utterly destroyed it feels like someone's punched him square in the gut and fills his brain with fog and static. They have Cindy. They're going to hurt Cindy. They're going to put her through this stupid experiment too where is his sister-

Then Chloe's rage-filled yells cut through the fog and static and he watches her attack and quickly get taken down.]

Chloe!

[He sees the gun, sees the explosion of blood and Chloe go limp. His breath catches in his throat and for a long, agonizing few seconds he's paralyzed...until he drops to the floor in a dead, useless faint.]

[theundertaken]

[Max is elsewhere being useless for a little while, but when he turns to go he sees Jamie on the floor.]

Shit... [He crouches down next to him. Definitely still breathing.] Jamie? Hey, buddy...

[Gonna just lightly shake his shoulder.]

[unhappylittletrees]

[It's a nice effort but he is down for the count at the moment. It's probably for the best because if he wasn't the last thing he'd want to be is aware of what's happening right now.]

[theundertaken]

[Ugh okay, let's get him out of here.







.......can Max even fucking carry Jamie]

[unhappylittletrees]

[roll a strength check for your weird sloth arms, Max]

[theundertaken]

[Under pressure, Max apparently rolls a nat 20 and hulks the fuck out.

Carrying Jamie back to his room! Because there's no fucking couches anywhere else!]