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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[quadjumps]

[ a nod, and he runs to the bathroom. yuri finishes what he needs to do, washes up, and then emerges from the bathroom.

he's not crying anymore, but damn does he look terrible.

without a word, he starts to walk out the door. ]

[photoshooter]

Yuri?

[Buddy, you're worrying him.]

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...Hey, Prompto.

[ he stops in his tracks but doesn't turn back to face him. ]

What're you gonna do now?

[photoshooter]

Now?

[He feels so hollowed-out. A numb reprieve before the horror sinks in again.]

Right now, or...?

[The post-Chloe now. The now that we know it's real, that no one is coming to help us. That more general and somehow more terrible now.]

[quadjumps]

You know what I mean.

[ he's still not looking back. he's already let people see that he's weak, when he'd cried in front chloe; he can't afford to show any more than that. ]

[photoshooter]

[He doesn't know. What is he going to do? What can he do? All alone, without Noct, without the guys... Prompto's nothing. The thought to crawl under the covers and hide there until it's all over is overpowering.

But the thought that this might never be over--that they'll be stuck here in these same rooms, with this same one hall, with this same trapped, helpless, dreadful feeling, forever--that turns his stomach over. It's so much scarier than the thought of trying. Of continuing to work together.

Prompto breathes in, lets the air shakily out. Yuri's in a bad way. What would... what would Gladio say, with his strength?]

I... t-today, I'm gonna cry. [He swallows and shuts his eyes tightly, shakes his head.] I'm gonna cry and cry until nothing comes out because I'm--I'm scared, and... and Chloe was a good friend.

[Yuri won't show weakness. But Prompto is nothing but weaknesses, and if he couldn't show them, he'd have to become invisible. And he can't go back to that.]

And then tomorrow... I'm gonna think.

[Iggy, lend him your level head.]

I'm gonna keep thinking of a way out of here. For all of us. Because we can't--we can't stay here.

[Chloe never stopped fighting. He can do no less. Where would Noct, angry, broken Noct lead them, to make meaning out of all this heartache in the dark?]

And I'm never, ever, ever going to forget her.

[quadjumps]

[ yuri's always been on his own and usually takes charge of his own life, but nothing could have prepared him for any of this. when prompto speaks, yuri can't bring himself to face him--he's gonna cry, huh? not surprising.

but then he starts thinking with more conviction. yuri thinks that prompto is brave for a split second, but the thought disappears when his own doubts start taking over. think of a way out?

is that even possible?

if they try anything...will they suffer the same fate that chloe did? he's silent for a few moments, mulling over his own thoughts... ]

I'll help you. I'd rather die trying to find a way out than do nothing at all.

[photoshooter]

Yuri...

[He really is gonna cry.]

I...I'm not strong, or smart like my friends. I'm really just a normal... super-average guy without them, so I need all the help I can get.

[Reassuring. But he's not done.]

But I'm gonna make sure you don't get hurt. Okay, Yuri? You're a good guy. I'll do my best to get you home safe. [...] You promised to make me an Instagram account, remember?

[quadjumps]

[ fuck. ]

Prompto--don't talk like you're not gonna make it out of here, either.

[ he's scared. he's scared that prompto's going to die--he's scared he'll die--god. just. ]

We'll make you that Instagram account, and I'll promote you on mine so you'll get tons of followers. And then I'll show you around Russia, and you're gonna make it to one of my competitions. See what ice skating's all about.

[ are these empty promises? yuri can't be sure. ]

You're making it out of here alive.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto lets out a soft, snuffling laughter sound and pats Yuri's shoulder.]

I know what ice skating is, dude.

[The pat turns to a gentle rub.]

...But that'll be cool. I totally want to see you skate. Get some unreal action shots, Insta-G won't even know what hit it.

[N o b o d y calls it that, Prompto.]

So we both gotta get out of here. Okay? We've gotta get all of us out of here.

[quadjumps]

Insta-G? Really?

[ a small laugh, then: ]

...We have to try.

[ their time is running out. and that scares him. ]

[photoshooter]

[He nods firmly, encouraged by that small laugh.]

And we will. I mean, we're all Champions, right? We'll... we'll think of something. Something they'll never see coming.

[quadjumps]

Yeah.

[ he just nods. ]

We'd better. I'm not dying here.

[photoshooter]

Neither am I. I... I gotta get back to my friends, and tell them. [Breathe in, breathe out.] About the coolest, most... hella girl I ever met.

[quadjumps]

"Hella", huh.

[ he scoffs a bit, but he too liked chloe, and her death...it hits him hard for a multitude of reasons. ]

[photoshooter]

Hella.

[He says that firmly. ...After a moment, though:]

I don't know if I'm using that right.

[quadjumps]

You are.

[ short and simple. ]