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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(( Welcome to Week 5! Don't forget to check in and submit your memory regains! Turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! ))

Comments

[le_mat]

Right after Shelob.

[theundertaken]

Ooof, in it for the long haul. That's cool.

[flip flip flip leeeet's see here that's like the start of Book Six okay]

I'm willing to take it in shifts if you are, bet we can do it in a couple days or so.

[le_mat]

Karamatsu has been helping too. And hell, it's not like I have much else to do here.

[theundertaken]

Fair enough. Are you one of the people who skips over the songs, ‘cause I will if you want.

[Though his tone is one of somebody whose clear instinct is to read the whole thing]

[le_mat]

...well I'm not gonna make you sing them, but I'd like to hear them at least.

[theundertaken]

Cool, cool cool cool. I'm no good with music anyway, I don't think I could make up a tune on the fly. But it's just like a poem, right?

[The reason he asked is probably obvious, there's one right here. Something Sam sang when he was losing hope of finding Frodo in the tower of Cirith Ungol:]

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

[le_mat]

[he remembers what Max said before, about these books and languages. He gets it better now, hearing it spoken instead of just reading it himself.

Their situation can't be more different- but now having seen a dark place, he has to close his good eye. So Max can't see it get damp.]

[theundertaken]

[.....yeah, it's sort of an applicable passage, here. Max pauses for a second after the song is done himself, glancing briefly up at Akira, but not being a psychic, he clears his throat and forges onward.]