Week 4

[airlockedmods]

[After everything that this case was, you probably don't want to deal with anything else. But you wake up on Sunday, just like before, with some new memories, and some new stores to check out.

Let's see what this week brings.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Don't forget to check in, and check your memory regains! You can also stop by the gacha machine and Xander's office hours. ))

Comments

[burninglight]

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Your Highness, every single one of us has severe amnesia and several are bordering on nervous breakdowns. I rather suspect that to be highly relevant to you as well as the results of your handlers' experiment.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You don't have to--I'll be fine.

...Thanks.

[burninglight]

I'm sure, but I might actually experience guilt were it my fault you staggered off and broke something passing out on the floor.

[kingshaming]

[He groans and pinches his nose]

I know, my lack of information is bordering on idiotic. But that is the logic at employ and what I have to work with. Any grumbling on my end does little so best to bite my tongue and do what I can with it.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm not gonna pass--shut up. I just...didn't...wanna stomach anything. [See look at him drinking water, what a good!]

[burninglight]

At least we're clear that your lack of knowledge is painfully shortsighted. I almost thought you were saying such a tremendous blind spot was acceptable, in which case I'd have yet again had to evaluate what level of idiot I find you.

[kingshaming]

...

[Something about that makes an unpleasant feeling roll in his gut, and his head throb. Must be the low blood sugar]

If that is what you wish.

[cyan_maid]

[She closes her eyes, and nods once.]

I can't say I know what will happen in the future. If I'll do anything - if anything will be done to me, or if I'll be passed over again and again. But if I have to go, for once...let it be on my own terms. [Jane's arms come up to wrap around her.] And who knows? Maybe if I'm gone, I'll just...go back to Jake again. And maybe I'll remember what happened in the experiment before. Maybe I'll even remember the Champion Mystery. But I'm tired of not having any agency in death.

[burninglight]

My apologies. Had I realized you'd failed to eat anything like a complete fool, I'd not have offered.

[kingshaming]

Either way, I do not know. And I will do my duties regardless.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're dumb. I'm dumb, but, I didn't wanna like. Puke on everything.

Though I guess I might anyway.

I'm so smart.

[burninglight]

You're the smartest imbecile in the madhouse, yes.

[kingshaming]

[He tilts his head at the Champion Mystery... but well, it's not like he knew the titles of the previous champions. He wonders who it was.]

I see. Then yes, be assured. If you fulfill rule 7, then I shall take care of you.

[kingshaming]

Perhaps a bit of both. All this fakeness grinds on the nerves eventually.

[kingshaming]

I am not at my peak. But my tablet is repaired and still very capable if it's needed.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Heyyyy. Hey. Hey.

Do you wanna know more about me before I puke like a smartass imbecile? Or do you wanna know more about me when I'm super sober and not dumb?

[cyan_maid]

[She really ought to actually bring it up with the others - she thinks Xander knows what she's talking about, that he'd be aware there are holes in the already cavernous gaps in the Champions' memories.]

...Thank you. It's...there's no place for me to go back to without ending up in her clutches again. I...I would much rather be dead. [She takes in a sharp breath and looks at him, then, and her eyes are bright and defiant.] But that doesn't mean you're going to get me to play along so easily.

[burninglight]

...There's a very old saying, in the ancient language that became the root of modern Lucian. Fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt. It means 'men generally believe what they want to'. That desire alone may overcome sense and logic, leading one to blind himself to even reason in pursuit of his goal.

I would like you to make careful consideration of those words, Your Highness--for if your superiors don't even trust you with a full range of information, what really makes you believe they think highly enough of you to waste whatever resources on your impossible payment when they can presumably just be rid of you once they've their desired result?

[burninglight]

I'm not going to coerce you into giving me information when you're this drunk, Church.

[motherfucking_ghost]

And that makes you the dumbest smart person.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I can't tell if that's supposed to be a threat or what, dude. I'm just working out.

[burninglight]

I'd have considered it a rare show of mercy, personally.

[myocordial]

Yes, and I suppose your nerves are being put through enough, aren't they?

I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you up and about again so soon.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ffffffuck right off, Birdo.

[ratherdoweddings]

Absolutely! First, you sort all your stuff. At least you tend towards the same colours normally, right?