week 6

[airlockedmods]

Week 6

[Six weeks. Twenty-three Champions whittled down to just seven. Where the halls of the station once felt crowded and loud now they're empty and echo when someone speaks too loudly. Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night but outside of the usual wake-up call there is no new floor announcement from CECE.

Like the trash compactor last week, the infirmary is pristine and sterile once again. As if nothing had ever happened.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( Welcome to Week 6! Don't forget to submit your memory regains and turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! There's going to be no AC this week.))

Comments

[le_mat]

[He stares down at the skillet, at the garlic slowly browning and starting to smell nice, brow furrowed]

There's something about even doing it willingly that scares the shit outta me.

[playthedamncard]

...I think that's only logical. Sane, even.

Having it taken away from you, all your physical agency, being reduced to nothing more than a thoughts in a void, it's not pleasant. And being trapped in a virtual world for years can warp what's left of your mind. Experienced the former, witnessed the latter.

At least if you remove 'you' from 'yourself' willingly, you have the option to go back whenever you want.

[le_mat]

I guess so. Still, I think I'll stay rolling around in the dirt for awhile longer.

How do you take your meat?

[playthedamncard]

[Even if it's true, even if they've unraveled the 'plot' of this little game, there's nothing they've been able to do about it. Even if the anger's still there, and he's eyeing another glass to throw, it's exhausting to run around in circles changing nothing.] Medium's fine. ...Thanks for cooking.