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! ))

Comments

[playthedamncard]

[How can you look over his tall shoulder, tiny man. Go get your own cards. Oh wait.]

Dragons are the theme of my deck. This particular dragon, as opposed to a deck themed on, for example, the Red-Eyes Black Dragon. There are various types of monsters, and while a deck doesn't necessarily need to have a theme, the cards have to work towards a particular strategy or variation thereof.

...I'm going to have to sort through this. Maybe it's connected to how we don't seem to remember everything, but there are cards in here I don't know. But I'm sure it's my deck. The core of it is always the same.

[photoshooter]

[Blink.]

Whoa. ...That sounds crazy complicated. Like, it seemed simple with just the points for attack and defense, but I guess there's more to... it...

['Maybe it's connected to how we don't seem to remember everything.'

Prompto pauses, then plucks at the edge of one of his new wristbands.]

...Can I show you something, dude?

[playthedamncard]

[...That's an odd thing of literally anyone to say to Kaiba, except maybe Zombina, who considers him a friend somehow for some ungodly reason. His gaze is ripped from the cards to Prompto, tense for a moment, but then...nods.]

[photoshooter]

It's just...

[He takes a photo out of his back pocket and hands it over.]

What do you think?

[playthedamncard]

[Well. That's. not. what he expected.]

...About what? The composition, lighting, angle, your hair, the outfit, that ridiculous expression and pose?

[photoshooter]

Seriously? You don't notice anything a little bit off?

[HIS SELFIE FACE IS FINE, YOU JERK!]

[playthedamncard]

The facial hair is silly. [Okay now he might just be trolling. How can anyone tell.]

...Is that outdoors? [CUZ IT'S HARD TO TELL MY DUDE] In the nighttime? If so, where the hell is that light source COMING from where are the stars?

[photoshooter]

Uh, better question, why am I like fifty years old in that picture?

[playthedamncard]

Argentum. Please. [hey kaiba maybe please start using first names for people no okay nevermind then carry on] Keep up a lotion treatment and you'll look fine. [kaiba please]

We know we're missing memories. Ages in our profiles seem to reflect a later time point for some, for example. Nobody that I'm aware of has suggested that they look different. So it's possible that we came here with memories to a certain point, and thus, our manifestations of our physical selves are from what we recall ourselves as.

...But you're suggesting something more like time travel?

[photoshooter]

I don't know what I'm suggesting. It's just--it's weird, right? I'm pretty good with cameras and filters and stuff and that doesn't look faked at all. Even if it's hard to tell with the lighting.

[playthedamncard]

No, even if everything that's here is technically simulated, many of them are real items with real connections to ourselves and our histories. [case in point: cards]

You look happy, though.

[photoshooter]

In the picture? [Huh.] Hmm. I guess so. I mean, I'm always making faces like that when I take selfies, but I guess whatever's happening can't be too bad if I've got time to...

[He pauses, then squints suddenly and turns the picture diagonally.]

...Is that Insomnia?

[Ifrit's great balls of fire, he couldn't make it out before, but those are buildings in the back, and in the foreground, that's a lamppost or something. He squints harder.]

Are those daemons?

[playthedamncard]

[Hence the question of, hey, where are the stars my man. Kaiba barely suppresses the urge to roll his eyes the second talk of demons comes out of Prompto's mouth.]

This is something significant to you?

[photoshooter]

Yeah, it's--man, it's so hard to tell!

[Boo hiss, future Prompto, why couldn't you take this selfie in front of the Citadel?]

Insomnia's my hometown. I... I haven't been back there since it fell. We were traveling north to Gralea, we wouldn't have just--we couldn't turn back. Not without the Crystal.

[playthedamncard]

Maybe you'll get more photos in the future to give you a better picture [ha] of what's going on.