Week 4

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Week 4

[The Champions have had their first deliberate murders this week, and just like that, Prompto and Lunafreya are gone. Slaine followed them shortly after, however most people may feel about that.

This time, C.E.C.E.'s addition to the morning announcement probably doesn't come as much of a surprise:]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your second trial, you have unlocked the third 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.]


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(( Welcome to Week 4! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

Comments

tags you everywhere because i told you he'd be triggered by this and i plan to deliver

[dejabrew]

[She's like. One of his people. He's worried when he doesn't see her anywhere, not even for breakfast or in the pool room.

So he knocks on the door.]

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[It takes a few minutes, but a paper is slid under the door.]

What is it?

[dejabrew]

[The rooms are soundproof so he can't just yell through, so he pulls out a pen and writes back:]

Worried about you. Let me in? -B

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[The note is slide back out a moment later.]

Not a good idea. Thing's ain't lookin' real pretty right now.

[dejabrew]

I'll bet I've seen worse.

Want me to bring you anything? Help you get anywhere?

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[It takes a while but the note is slid back.]

......Steak. Also a milkshake. I'd like some.

[dejabrew]

I'll be right back.

[It takes him a while, but he comes back with her requests and knocks on the door, holding the plate with the steak in one hand and carefully holding the milkshake in the crook of his arm.]

Z? Sweetie, let me in.

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[There's hesitation for an full ten minutes, before the door creaks open. Enter?]

[dejabrew]

[Enter!

He's conscientious enough to shut the door again behind him.]

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

[Zombina's wrapped herself up in her fuzzy blankets, but what parts of her are visible are covered in bandages. There is a faint scent of rotting flesh. Vigorous appliance of soap is no longer working to cover it very well. ]

T...t..thh...thhanks...s..

[dejabrew]

Oh, Z, sweetie...

[His heart breaks. He comes closer, ignoring the smell, and sits down on the bed next to her, putting the food down on the nightstand.]

You poor thing. How can I help?

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

.......c.....c.......caaan't. ya.aa.. ya cant.

[The worlds slowest shrug.]

[dejabrew]

[...Somehow, he probably knew that. He's probably known it since Tuesday, honestly, when he sat with her on top of the frozen pool.]

Do you want me to keep you company for a while?

[theworldsliveliestcorpse]

Y.....y.y.y... ya.... calll... maaa... aaan...

[She shrugs again.]

Du....dunno.... wh.....w.w.h....why.... ya....aaa... ya... wo...woouldddd... ssss...s.s..stiin....stiink...s....i....in... heeeer....rrr....reee.

[dejabrew]

I've smelled worse.

Do you want me to get a book or something and read to you for a while? It's something I used to do-...

Anyway, it's something easy that you can just listen to, you don't have to worry about trying to keep up conversation if you're tired.