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Week 5.
Two more are gone this week. Luna and Chie Hori have joined those who are present only in memory now, and their passing seems to have left a lot of emotions raw and exposed. But as usual, the group has at least a little bit of time to recover. Saturday can be dedicated to rest and sleep; on Sunday morning, the clock chimes the hour at seven o'clock. The stairwells are clear of bodies; there's no more death to be dealt with for the time being. Unless, of course, you happened to recover something particularly unfortunate in your dreams... Once again, there's a new floor to explore; your reward for doing your job well. And since you've survived for a month now, you are doing your job well. However, the new floor isn't the only thing that's changed; there are a few things about the building that seem a little...off. A few things that weren't there before might be, or a few things that should be there aren't; you'll just have to see what the week brings, won't you? That is, if you're not going to be investigating all the goings-on personally... |
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[OOC: Welcome to week five 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 to be used at your leisure, for the sake of contacting the jerk who's keeping you here!]
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An explosion... Your arm and your ribs were broken, correct?
[That's probably possible. Logan hasn't had much to do with explosions before.]
If that's the case then...
[Then this would be Cabanela's final memory, wouldn't it? So he's...]
I don't understand. You survived the explosion and then you were shot?
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[He shakes his head. Cabanela's trying, poorly, to keep this all together. No, he won't let this break him. He's not going to rise to the bait if the Conductor suddenly offers a second chance at life this week.
He refuses.]
I'm... still not clear on certain events. But I.... I'm not sure what else to think.
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Eventually he forces himself to look up again.]
I'm sorry this happened to you. I... I wish I had some idea of what to say.
But if you're alive here, then that means that there is still a chance. Perhaps you cannot return to your home, but you are here. As long as you're here, there is still hope. Do not forget that.
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I'm alive right now, even if something happened to me moments before coming here. I don't know how it's possible, but...
This doesn't change things here. There are still many people who need to get out of here alive.
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[That's what would make the most sense to him, at least.]
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[You'd think he would have a huge scar or bruise in the center of his forehead, but he doesn't have anything like that.]
I'm suuure it could have been from right before-- gunshots are so quick, I doon't think I'd know the difference.
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[And if you were taken from right before that happened, then you should be able to return, right? That makes sense to him.]
...I understand why you would be concerned, having a dream like that. But I think it's too early to assume anything. You may regain other memories that make things clear.
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But a gunshot wound is preeetty obvious. Even if the worst does happen, this doesn't change anything. I'm alive here, at this very moment.
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[Logan relaxes a bit at that.]
I'm sure we'll learn more as more times passes.
[And more people die...]
Until then, try to keep moving forward. That's unfortunately all we can do right now.
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[.....]
What about you?
[Because he's spent the last week wondering if Logan is dead.]
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[He hesitates for a moment, shakes his head, and presses on. Logan can't look at Cabanela though, and instead his gaze is directed at the floor somewhere to his left.]
...My sister is the Queen of Albion. She was crowned while I was incarcerated. I didn't get to see it.
[Which is probably the stupidest thing he could possibly be upset about, but it gets worse.]
Her first act as queen was to decide my fate. The people who supported her each had something to say and all but one was in favor of seeing me killed.
I do not know what her decision was. The dream ended before I could find out.
[He folds his hands tightly to keep them from shaking.]
...There would be no reason for her to keep me alive. The reason I offered was a flimsy excuse at best. It would be best for her to execute me, to erase all traces of my rule and start anew. I told her what she needed to know; she will have to handle the rest on her own.
[Four years of preparations lost. What was the point of everything he went through, of everything he tried so hard to do? Why does it have to end like this?]
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...It's like what you told me. You're alive right now.
We have to stick together, for the group.
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[As long as he has that goal, he thinks he'll be alright. It's a lot to deal with, but this is something he can do. He can try to ignore his own problems for now.]
Ah, Cabanela... If you could keep this just between the two of us.
[The last thing he wants is for someone to decide that since he's (probably) already dead, it would be fine to kill him.]
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[Cabanela gives a smile.]
Like usual, this doesn't leave this room.
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