Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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[serrata]

I'd already seen his sword! That's the worst part! He pointed it at me and it was on fire, and I was still convinced I could take him!

Even I can't believe how stupid it sounds!

[motherfucking_ghost]

My arm's not burnt anymore. So. There's that. He doesn't have a sword anymore. He's a Champion.

...I mean out there. Wherever the fuck we are. A spaceport. PAL's back, but like, a slightly upgraded version? And some guy from my past. I dunno, he probably told you all this.

[serrata]

I know, I-- did you know that we've been able to see you this whole time?

[ that's important information, she feels like she should probably tell him that. ]

We were just watching you both on the TV we have here, and then when it cut back from whatever happened you could hear us.

[motherfucking_ghost]

That's.

...Oh.

Even there?

......Oh. Shit.

[serrata]

Yes. Even there. Not all of it, thank god, I will live a long and happy life not knowing what you and Dad got up to in your kiosk but we saw enough to know what's going on.

We can still see you now, too, through the cameras, I think.

[scourgingstars]

[motherfucking_ghost]

What--I don't care about the kiosks, I care about the spaceport.

[serrata]

Oh-- yes! Yes, we can still see you! I'm not sure how, but for what it's worth, I don't think you're in another simulation.

So please. Don't take any more risks than you have to. Please, please don't get yourselves hurt and in trouble.

[motherfucking_ghost]

What makes you say that?

[misanthropicprinciple]

I mean, if someone's asking us for the you-know-what, I imagine that's gotta be, I don't know. Useful.

[motherfucking_ghost]

None of this is real, asshole.

[misanthropicprinciple]

At some point, doubting everything just gets in the way of getting shit done, Church.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, now you wanna get shit done.

[burninglight]

He's my adviser, of course he does.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Wow, he didn't expect that surge of pride in his chest, what the fuck, Dad]

[burninglight]

[the stabby children get shit done]

[misanthropicprinciple]

That's pretty much how I work, yeah.

[serrata]

I thought the mall must've been a simulation as soon as I got here and remembered everything because the it was just so elaborate. There were so many supplies and just-- just lots of little things. Like that woman who made you remember me. She just touched you and you swooned right out of your chair. You can't do that to someone in real life, can you?

But since you woke up, there hasn't been anything strange like that. And it just... it just doesn't feel right. Two layers of simulation just seems so excessive.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You're in a VR of a VR. There's no telling how deep the rabbit hole goes.

[serrata]

I don't know if we are. I think it's a seperate simulation -- it's connected, but it's definitely not the same one you were in. Don't forget, the game all four of us were in happened in the real world but everyone who died still ended up here, even without being directly hooked up to it.

That's why you had to be in here to get in contact with us.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I can't forget what I don't remember, Yuyu.

[serrata]

... how much do you remember? I've been trying to keep up, but I've been losing track of the weeks.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Choro.

[That should say enough.]

[burninglight]

...well that was poorly timed.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Yeah, Church's answer says it all.]

...I remember something after that, too. Something I can't exactly place in time, but... I don't know. We were in an Arby's?