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Week 4.
Ashley Williams and Asuka Langley Shikinami have joined the ranks of the deceased. Two more deaths, two more people whose absences will be felt by the group; a bit over one-fifth of the Participants are dead. And this week, it seems everyone is feeling it. They say three times can be considered a routine, and the fourth week of the exercise isn't breaking pattern any. Saturday can be given to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. There are no more bodies, no more bloodstains; there's nothing else to be found this morning. Unless, of course, you count whatever you found last night, strange dreams or otherwise. Once again, there's a new floor to explore; after everything that trial decided to be yesterday, you deserve the reward. And for the second time, there are rule changes, effective immediately. You might want to take note of them. |
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[OOC: Welcome to week four of Trustfell! Save your threads for coins and the coming week's activity check; don't forget to check in to this week's activity check and submit your memory regains as well!
The Letters and Switchboard posts are still active, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here, to be used at your leisure!]
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[The trial will be a formality, just like all of the hearings he held after he returned from Aurora. She's already made up her mind, hasn't she? Fleeing after all of that... it's admitting his guilt. She wouldn't believe a word of what happened here.
Logan's grip tightens on the sash and it isn't long before he's shaking.]
She's not prepared, she never will be. She doesn't know how to lead a country. She doesn't know how to handle that and there's no way she can prepare for it in a year. Albion cannot recover from a coup quickly enough to hope to face this threat.
[Why didn't he tell her? Why didn't he stop her?]
If I return home, she's going to--
[All he can think about is Reaver's execution. Is that what she'll do? No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to have him shot. Make a display of it, like he did for Swift. The people of Albion would certainly celebrate, wouldn't they?]
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[He wants to yell at the man. You should have told her. He should have joined forces with her, should have resorted to actually trying to defend Albion instead of devolving into tyranny, which he clearly did, because why else would he have "executions" listed as a like?]
She'll.... she'll probably kill you if you return.
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[His words are speeding up and his usually perfect speech doesn't sound anywhere near as composed anymore.]
I have to return home though. There isn't another option; I need to take responsibility for my actions--
["Take responsibility."
Suddenly Logan feels very cold.]
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[He echoes the phrase, sounding bitter and cynical.
Is this what they've been reduced to? He's never going to be able to disassociate that phrase with death.
Even if Logan is a tyrant king, he's in that awkward category of "hasn't killed anyone here." Three weeks ago, he wouldn't have complicated such a thing, but now...
The group needs to stay together.]
There must be something we can do. This group... we don't look aaanything like the sort of people you'd normally associate with, I assume. Maybe there's hope in audacity.
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...I don't know. Maybe I'm still missing some memories. Maybe I'm...
[already dead]
I... I'll be alright. I haven't let anything break me and this won't either.
[He lowers his hands to the bar, then moves to sit up properly. He means it. Nothing is going to break him.]
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We'll get out of here.
[And unstated there's the "we'll make the Conductor pay."]
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[Regardless of what he has to go back to, Logan needs that.]