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WEEK 6.
You've lost a lot of people this week, haven't you? Katniss Everdeen and Weiss Schnee were killed for rule violations, while Chie Hori and Frank Archer were murdered by Mikoto Suoh and Yuuki Terumi. It doesn't really matter how they died, though, does it? After all, they're dead now and the only thing you can do is keep moving forward. It seems like there's no end in sight. Saturday is given to regrouping and sleep; come Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock and there are no dead bodies to be found, so it can be assumed that all of you are safe for the time being. That said, you'll be feeling a little groggy when you wake up; it seems you've regained something that you didn't realize you'd lost... Changes were promised to you this week; while Sunday dawns seeming no different from the previous weeks, it seems one change is going to remain a constant - namely, a new floor has been opened up to you. Whether this is a promising sign or not is something that you're going to need to decide for yourself. The important thing, for now, is that you continue to do well. |
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[OOC: Welcome to week six of Trustfell! Feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget to save those threads for coins and the activity check!
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I'm sorry. ...I know, this isn't...how anyone wants to see someone like that again.
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[ ...again, fuck her dad, just, unspoken but still very there ]
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Was it...your abilities?
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[ She looks down. ]
It was fast, at least.
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...My brother, Michael, he... He drowned, 'cause of me. He's mine.
[ A show of solidarity. That's all she can think of. ]
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Alex, that's... I'm sorry.
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Yeah. ...Yeah.
[ Alex...takes a moment, and then she pulls something out of her jacket. ]
I, uh...I have something. It's yours? A...picture.
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Oh, that's... I wonder what that was doing in there.
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[ And, you know, without robo-parts. ]
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