Week 5

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Week 5

[In a tragic yet seemingly inevitable turn of fate, the Champions have lost Zombina this week. OsoKaramatsu and Korra, too, are gone, both having fallen in their attempts to help their fellow Champions out of terrible circumstances.

Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night, until they're awakened by C.E.C.E.'s announcement. This is all starting to become routine.]

Congratulations, Champions! By surviving your third trial, you have unlocked the fourth floor of the ship. A new mini map has been added to your P.I.P.!

[The trash compactor is completely shiny and new again. In addition, the profiles on the P.I.P.s still inticate that Karamatsu is dead. Because of course he is, right?

Fuck you.]


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SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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[Starting today the temperature in the station will be much lower. This will carry on into Friday morning.]

THURSDAY

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[playthedamncard]

[He's never felt so lost and useless as this. In a time and place he can't possibly be, fighting an evil that can't possibly be. And Atem. The pharaoh with whom he is inextricably bound--and he knows this now, in ways he can't find the words for, not now, not yet. Yuugi, the true King of Games. The doorway of light.

He doesn't want to get up. But as ever, he makes himself. He hadn't checked the rooms the day before. Wasn't up for it. He's letting this place get to him, eat away at his ever defense.

When he finds the letters, he takes them to the cafeteria and leaves them on a table for everyone to sort through. And makes himself a very, very strong cup of coffee. Before disappearing for a little while.

When he reappears, he looks gaudier than ever. Joining his locket around his neck are dogtags, as well as that stupid plastic pyramid. At least he's got his coat back on. And a spiky bracelet around one wrist that...well at least it goes, honestly.

The new floor gets examined, as always, and he finds the infirmary to be like an offensive joke. He digs through the medicine, and the bags of blood, wonders if this would have been enough for Zombina and laughs bitterly to himself. Nothing else truly grabs his attention (some of these boozehounds are probably going to die from the bar) except the gym, where he'll actually take the time to do some working out in there instead of taking up cafeteria space.

In the holodeck, it's not a duel this time. There seem to be several little scenes going on, various constructs of memory. Ancient Egypt. A man that looks nearly identical to him holding the body of a pale woman. A knight riding a three-headed dragon. Anyone who's seen him in the holodeck before might recognize 'Yuugi', but decked in gold and much tanner, more regal than ever before. Several items not unlike the Puzzle or the Rod set into what looks like a stone sarcophagus. He's quiet and contemplative.

And if anyone goes to hang out in the greenhouse as of late, they might see Ibris the robot lizard clinging to a plant, blue ribbon still wrapped around it. Kaiba does not seem to be anywhere in sight.]

[karappo]

[Whether everybody on the ship still alive has realized it yet or not, Karamatsu is in fact still alive, too. But if there were anyone the least happy about this development, it would be Karamatsu himself. Having your brother sacrifice himself for you isn't all what it's cracked up to be. The PIP lies, so either you'd have heard his altercation with Rox last night...or from someone else who did. Because Karamatsu can't be easily found today.

All day Sunday Karamatsu stays in Akira's room. He doesn't leave save to take a trip to the bathroom, and he's not present during any meal times. He doesn't get up to close the door whenever Akira comes in or out, though, so more likely than not it'll remain cracked. He's been sleeping fitfully with that cat plush of Akira's in his arms, his head pillowed by two things: his blue hoodie from home, and a red one. It's more well put together than the one he's still wearing from the trial. The memory he gets doesn't help him much, either...not when it ends with them all dying in space anyway.

So maybe that's how everything really does end.

Either way, Karamatsu won't be leaving unless otherwise convinced to.]

[le_mat]

[He didn't get much sleep, honestly. Between nightmares, new memories, and Karamatsu being there. But some sleep is better then no sleep. And the dumbwaiter has some gifts for him.

First thing in the morning he hits the coffee bar in the cafeteria with a new bag of coffee from home- it smells lovely, better then the bagged stuff they usually get here that's for sure. There's enough for a few people to get some too, but Akira drinks alone, looking like the coffee is both the best thing he's ever had and about to make him cry. A happy cry, but a cry none the less.

Shortly after he gives the new floor a look, stopping by the bar to grab the most expensive liquor he can find and take it down stairs. He can be found at the mural, pouring a shot for himself, tapping the wall before drinking it. He leaves the bottle there for the dead- one is more then enough for him.

Other then checking on Karamatsu and walking the rounds though, he spends the rest of the day at the gym, doing stretches and sit ups, or jogging.]

[le_mat]

[He lets him sleep and grieve until evening. But eventually something has to happen, even if it's small.]

Karamatsu-san... are you up for a shower and maybe something to eat?

[Being clean is good for the soul]

[theundertaken]

[At some point during the day, when the door is cracked, Max is gonna come in with a mug and a plate. He sets both down by the bed, and then sits on its edge, next to Karamatsu, and puts a hand on his shoulder. Is he awake?]

[karappo]

[Karamatsu isn't sure he slept so much as just laid there trying not to think, so when Akira comes back in again he just sort of curls a little more.]

I...will in a moment, yes.

[He's not going to go without showering- he knows he'd feel better washing the remnants of tears off his face- but food isn't a very exciting prospect.]

[karappo]

[He's awake, evident by the way he flinches when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He wasn't going to look, but since Akira had been announcing his arrival when he came in, he does.]

M...Max-san.

a wild top level has appeared!

[quadjumps]

[ CLOSED ]

[ in the early hours of morning, you may hear the sounds of glass breaking. If you wake up and follow the source of the sound to the Art Room, you’ll see that inside, there’s broken pieces of glass and plastic on the floor. Look up….

The camera is broken.

Beneath it is Yuri Plisetsky, holding an ice skate in his hand, breathing heavily, bags under his eyes. He doesn’t linger there for long, though.

He’ll move to one of the other cameras in the the hallway and look it straight in the eye. ]

Hey, fuckers! You wanna off me too? Then meet me in the ice rink!

[ And then...he leaves. ]

[ ONLY OPEN TO AKIRA AND KAIBA ]

[ Before Yuri makes his way to the ice rink, there’s one thing Yuri has left to do. He’ll seek out Akira and Kaiba, if they aren’t already in the Art Room, and deliver a message: ]

The camera’s broken in the Art Room. Figure something out. You have time.

[ CLOSED ]

[ Well...he’s here.

He’s on the ice rink, and he’s got a new set of ice skates on. He’s dressed in his normal outfit, hands in his pockets, hood on his head. He’s waiting. He’s here, and he’s ready to rumble.

Don’t stop us now, the moment of truth
We were born to make history ]

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[One full second ticks by. And then he's on his feet, blood running cold.]

Yuri, what have you done? [This is bad, this is bad, this wasn't how this was supposed to happen, there was going to be a plan, they were all going to work it out--but if anything is going to happen, they have to move quickly, and he knows it.]

[quadjumps]

...I'm sorry.

[ he says it quietly...and then--

and then he moves in to hug kaiba.

if there's one thing that people have taught him here, it's to say goodbye properly. ]

Thanks for watching out for me.

[theoversaw]

[Anyone in the cafeteria, or in the hall to the pool room, sees the response.

Blaze Dudely, like a man going to execution, stalks from the Overseers' side to the teleporter, and then to the ice rink.

He holds the handle of a sabre in his hand.]

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[The only person who's hugged Kaiba in a long time has been Mokuba. Nobody's dared. Nobody's tried. This isn't what Prompto would have wanted, why is it all out of his hands, these stupid people and their stupid suicidal decisions...

He's too shocked to initially reply or do anything but stand there awkwardly with Yuri hanging on him, but--but at least one arm comes around his shoulders.]

You were supposed to be with us. We were going to plan this together for all of us. Why...

[quadjumps]

[ it is a stupid decision. yuri knows that. but he made a promise--he promised korra, and he's not going back on it.

dislikes: people who break promises.

he lets go of kaiba, looks him straight in the eye even though he's tired and looks like he's ready to collapse. ]

Because I made a promise. And I'm gonna go give them hell.

[ he starts to turn away. ]

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[ ah. is this how he's going to die? not by a gun, but with a sword--

that gives yuri more time. it won't be instant, like how rox killed chloe. his hand shuffles inside of his jacket pocket, and he pulls out the knife he used to train with zombina.

under his breath: ]

Chloe. Chitose. Lucina. Tsurugi. Miki. Slaine. Prompto. Luna. Osomatsu. Zombina.

Hey, Korra. I promised I was going with you, didn't I?

[ to whoever shows up at the ice rink: ]

Enjoy the show.

[ and then...he's skating, full speed at blaze, knife in his hand. ]

[theundertaken]

Oh - hey, you're awake.

[He rubs Kara's shoulder lightly.]

Brought you some food, buddy.

[playthedamncard]

[And he can't--he can't argue with that. He'll be angry, damn he'll be angry, just like he was angry at Slaine, but he still understood Slaine. A promise is a promise. (But this promise is ridiculous!)

There's no time to draw this out. Rox or Blaze could be showing up at any moment, and whatever Yuri has planned, he's at least thought that much through.]

We'll throw a party if you manage to take one out. I'll throw it myself if I have to. You'd better make this worth it, Plisetsky. Make it count.

[quadjumps]

...

[ make it count, huh? yuri can't help but laugh a little, and he turns back to give kaiba one last grin before he goes out. ]

I will.

[theoversaw]

[Blaze is completely silent.

He steps out onto the rink. With a flick of his wrist, the sabre handle in his hand swishes out into a long, lethal gold blade that glows like it's made of pure heat and light.

But he doesn't strike, sliding to dodge the first slash of Yuri's knife.]

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[ not striking, huh? yuri feels fear shoot down his spine when blaze's sword starts glowing. it's like he can feel the heat radiating off of the blade, and it scares him.

but he can't stop here. he's come this far.

yuri skates back a bit, then readies himself to do a butterfly, hoping to slice blaze up with the blades of his ice skates. ]

[theoversaw]

[This time, he earns a gasp and Blaze half-stumbles to keep his footing on the ice, leaning back so that the blades barely whiff his beard.

He doesn't strike back.]

Ya wanna make me kill you, boyo?