airlockedmods (
airlockedmods) wrote in
theairlock2017-10-22 12:03 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.]
(( Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 1, submit your memory regain, and turn in your Benefactor threads! ))
no subject
Karamatsu doesn't sit on the bed. Instead, he just leans against the door and slides until he's sitting down on the floor.
He cups his head in his hands.]
...She. ...y-yeah.
no subject
[Osomatsu says that breathlessly, and he looks over at Karamatsu, sitting against the door with his head in his hands. He wants to say something to cheer him up but.. what do you even say in a moment like this? Someone was just shot to death in front of them, just a mere meter away.]
....I thought that... I-I thought that this was all just a gag.
no subject
Karamatsu smooths his hands over his face, dragging them down and letting them rest on his knees.]
...we are in trouble, Osomatsu.
no subject
no subject
...It depends on who they saw. Our Brothers were on there.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[Osomatsu cuts himself off there, staring at his brother with a frazzled expression and a tight knot in his chest before he lets out a groan and leans his head forward, so he can run his hands through his hair.]
Auugh, this is so messed up! We aren't supposed to be in any real danger, that's not how it's supposed to work!
no subject
[...Right?]
no subject
no subject
I don't.
no subject
So in response, Osomatsu just leans forward and buries his face in his hands, the image of Chloe being shot playing over and over in his head.]