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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Comments

[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.

[serrata]

... of course. Right. ... sorry.

[ She should know better, considering what she remembers waking up on Sunday with that week. ]

I can try and ask to see if there's any way of confirming for sure if you're still stuck in the VR. I'm not sure how soon we'll be able to get the answer to you, but we'll work something out.

[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?

[serrata]

An Arby's... and all of us were there, weren't we? That was just after we got out of the mansion. That's... hm...

[ If they remember Choromatsu, then that makes it about six weeks deep into the game, and... ]

That's about three weeks after what your latest memory would've been. Does that help at all?

[misanthropicprinciple]

...I remember your birthday, too. Giving you...

[His hand touches his chest, where the pendant sits.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I remembered talking about engagement.

Not with you.

[Nods to Ardyn.] With him.

We were on a roof. Was that whatever house...from the photos?