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[nohalation]

Who: Future is Now and any visitors (including maybe a new face ku ku ku)
Where: FIN DORMS
When: Day 115 late-afternoon, eveningish?

[HOW ARE WE DOING EVERYONE, have we had any emotional breakthroughs yet? Probably not? Okay!]

Comments

[thinkoutsidethebox]

[Erika is still in her pretty princess dress and has PROBABLY not had any emotional breakthroughs. She is fiddling with a chessboard in the common room.]

[arealeyeopener]

...?

Nice new look.

[resonantblue]

[Silence has finally taken the wheel from Song, she also still has the collar tattoo around her neck]

That girl. She went too far.

[HUFFS]

[resonantblue]

I did not realize you did so well during the game...

[meanwhile, has the collar tattoo]

[arealeyeopener]

Silence?

What's with the...

[gestures at neck]

[thinkoutsidethebox]

Thank you. It was a reward for doing well in this morning's game. Though, it would seem the rest of the unit didn't manage as much, since we didn't win overall.

[arealeyeopener]

That sucks. But at least you can have something pretty out of it.

[thinkoutsidethebox]

... [giggles]

I did. I can't claim much credit for a game that was mostly chance, but it was fairly fun despite that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Dryly:]

Welcome back.

[resonantblue]

[hovers her fingers over it]

During the game, Song was given a collar that compromised ones freewill. She became obedient to anyone.

Now it seems to be little more than a mark.

[probably]

[arealeyeopener]

[............ANGRY GESTURES]

What kind of game is that?!

[resonantblue]

Th-this is... momentous?

[hold the presses she's pulling out her diary]

You smiled, giggled, and called something fun!

[resonantblue]

...thank you. I want to apologize for Song.

[resonantblue]

[you know she was going to try and describe it, but the thought of what went on is just. too much.]

Um. A strange game... a troubling one, to say the least.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Raises an eyebrow]

Apologize for what?

[arealeyeopener]

Are you okay?

NEW MEMBER!

[justpure]

[He awakens in a silver room. Everything is simultaneously clinical and strange, and he wonders just what he is doing here... And more importantly, who he is.

He lays in bed for quite a while, pondering his existence. Of course, he can't remember anything about himself. He remembers what a bed is and how to walk, but nothing of his childhood or family or any other events that could define him as a human being. It's an odd state of being, both haunting and strangely relaxing.

But he can't simply lay here forever. Upon laying his eyes on the cell phone he was provided, he turns it on and flips through profiles...

... Hm. Not too helpful. They don't contain much history at all.

Eventually he comes across a profile that has a space for a color... Maybe that's his... But Medusa? That's what the hiragana says, right?

He gets up and takes the phone with him. Perhaps there's someone who can help him.]

Excuse me?[A tall fellow wearing a set of pajamas and a surgical mask wanders into the common room.] Do any of you know who I'm meant to be?

[thinkoutsidethebox]

I don't really care about that part, but I will at least savor my victory.

[resonantblue]

Yes! Of course! Without a doubt, I am okay!

[thinkoutsidethebox]

[...]

That's not really all that unusual. I enjoy games when they're actually games.

[arealeyeopener]

It looks nice and you can wear it to remind people you won. No bad part to it.

[arealeyeopener]

You're really bad at lying.

[resonantblue]

This must be my first time taking notice of it...

[arealeyeopener]

I think you get to decide that. Welcome to future is now. I'm Shine.

You can pick whatever name you want to be called. And if you can't think of one you can ask for suggestions.

[but whats with the mask tho]

We all wake up without memories like you just did. You can buy them back.

[resonantblue]

Everything she said to you was something she's never told me. Silence is troubled by it, and wants to express her dismay that you witnessed Song's frustration first-hand.