Week 3

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Week 3

[Two weeks in, and all at once four people are dead. Chitose, Miki, Lucina, and Tsurugi - whatever the circumstances, however any of you may feel, their rooms are just as empty at the end of the week. If you check your P.I.P.s, you'll find that their pictures on the profile page have gone monochrome.

C.E.C.E.'s morning announcement comes like clockwork on Sunday. This time, though, there's an addendum to her usual message:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your first trial, you have unlocked the second floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.! To access the second floor please stand on the teleporter and select the floor you wish to be teleported to.

[In addition to the new floor, the Champions will find that they've gained another memory this week.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 3! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

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[newcycle]

[its been a great week. Korra was already heartbroken after yesterday's trial. But that was only the beginning of her ordeal.

Her dreams are particularly vivid today. And Korra has no reason to hold back her screams as she feels the poison take control of her, as she remembers desperately fighting against protecting herself.

Then giving in and trying her best to take Zaheer down with her, moving mountains despite the intense pain, despite how heavy she felt. Every part of her felt weighed down by metal, until she couldn't fight it anymore. And then, the very air being pulled from her lungs. And how she couldn't fight it anymore.

Korra wakes up, her throat sore, and sobs loud.]

[quadjumps]

[ that's not a good sound and not something yuri recognizes from Korra. He's taking a break from skating and is suddenly concerned? He'll just knock on her door. ]

Korra?

[newcycle]

[give her a minute. she's... sobbing. A lot]

Go away!

[quadjumps]

At least tell me if someone's trying to kill you!

[ otherwise he's going to kick open her door (metaphorically) and tackle the assailant. ]

[newcycle]

[she has to bite back more tears. but she slowly pushes herself up...

And then collapses, he can probably hear it.]

No...

[quadjumps]

[ don't isolate yourself, everyone's told him. now he's adamant on making sure korra doesn't do the same...even if he doesn't know what's going on. ]

Let me in.

[newcycle]

G-Give me a minute!

[yeah, there's a distinct frightened tone to her voice now.]

[quadjumps]

Fine. I'm sitting outside.

[ and sit he does! he'll just wait here until she opens the door, playing on his phone. ]

[newcycle]

[When she finally does open the door, she's breathing heavily... like it took her a lot of effort to even get there.

And she very, very much looks a wreck.]

H-Hey...

[theundertaken]

[Knock knock, this is just Max's day today.]

[newcycle]

[she's gotta get her sobs under some sort of control before she can really amswer\

W-Who is it...?

[theundertaken]

It’s, uh...Max. You want me to bring you some food or anything?

[newcycle]

O-Oh... Yeah.

That'd be nice.

Hang on.

[she's gotta force herself up, and to the door. This is not quite as laborious as it was earlier]

[theundertaken]

Okay - heyyy, hey. [He hadn't honestly expected her to come to the door right that minute, he doesn't have any food on him.] What do you want, I've got some breakfast food...?

[newcycle]

[look, she. she needs to get out, even if it looks like it's difficult to go walking]

I-I'll go with you.

Breakfast sounds good.

[theundertaken]

...okay.

[She...seems unsteady, but fine. He'll let her set the pace, not like it's a long walk back to the teleporter anyway.]

I was, uh, gonna head upstairs. There's a real kitchen there.

[newcycle]

[SHE'S TRYING. THAT'S WHAT MATTERS. she places her hand against the wall as she walks.]

A kitchen? Without MRE's? Or... a spitchen?

[look she's trying really hard to pretend she wasn't screaming this morning]

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[BANG, BANG, BANG. There is now agressivly concerned knocking On the door.]

Hey! Korra! Ya alright in there!?

[newcycle]

[sorry zombina, Korra is just. A wreck, But she's finally been able to force herself up, and though she's leaning heavily and a bit awkwardly on the frame, she opens the door]

-- Zombina. I-- today's not a good day.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

....Ya have an bad dream?

[Zombina's #concerned for ya fam.]

[newcycle]

[bad.... does not cover this dream.]

... I think these are memories.

[she doesn't want to move.]

A-And yeah. This one was... bad.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

...Yeah. I've... been gettin' the feelin'.

[Zombina didn't have the best one either]

Hey, if ya need someone ta vent ta, I'm your girl. Mine wasn't the best either, so if ya need a fair trade, then we can both spill 'bout ours. Sound good?

[newcycle]

[she opens her mouth to agree, and then hesitates.]

I... I'll try.

Maybe talking will help.

[she finally pushes away from the door frame, to awkwardly sit in the hall, like she wanted to meditate, or... something.]

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Alright.

[Zombina'll... just casually lean against the hallway wall then.]

So, ya wanna start off, or should I?

[newcycle]

... It's difficult to explain but... Know that someone wanted me dead.

And they-- they poisoned me.

I'd never done anything to them except exist. This was their plan from when I was just a little girl...