WEEK 3

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WEEK 3

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Another week, another set of bodies to add to the pile. Two lured in by The Lady's machinations, and another two done in by misfortune; six of your number are dead already. Who knows who it will be the next time? And for what reason? Nevertheless, there’s no choice but to keep pushing on in your own way; whether that means barricading yourself inside your room for the rest of your stay, leaving artwork of your fellow Survivors around the housing area, or eating all the raw meat in the vicinity… well, everyone deals with things differently.

Either way, you understand the drill by now, yes? Another portion of the city reveals itself as the fog retreats yet again, lampposts lighting the way to the new areas as usual. The full moon wanes to half this week too, so make the most of it.

[[Welcome to Week 3! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 3 tab on our Locations page. Once again, feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt.]]

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[ortion]

[...

Okay. Something is definitely off here, and Dist can't ignore it any longer.]

What is the matter? This isn't the same confident Cumore who got me back on my feet after our first trial.

[drydrown]

...Things are just wearing on me, that's all. I'm not used to feeling this way either, believe me.

[It sucks? He doesn't really know how to identify it but it sucks.]

I'm aware that it will matter very little to anyone if I die here. And that's acceptable - there are very few that matter to me in any sort of way, either. It's just irritating to me that I'm likely going to die here for someone else's benefit.

[ortion]

[Dist's eyebrow twitches ever so slightly. Those sound like the words of someone who really has resigned to all of this.]

You're not going to die if I have a say in any of this.

[He says it like he actually does. He doesn't, but like...he's hellbent on not dying, and it irks him to see Cumore struggling.]

[drydrown]

[wh...]

I... All right?

[what the actual fuck does he do with that. um.]

[ortion]

[Fuck.

Realizing what he's just done, Dist covers his face with his free hand.]

My apologies. I...suppose I proved your point perfectly, didn't I.

[Uggghhh.]

I take issue with the idea of you dying.

[drydrown]

[Oh, that's.]

...No. No, it's fine. I'm not...

[...mnnnngh.]

I'm not...terribly accustomed to sentiments like that, that's all.

[ortion]

Believe me...I understand. And I am just as surprised to have blurted them out...

[These two are absolute champions at this, clearly.]

But they are sincere. I...do care about you.

[drydrown]

[He's quiet for a moment at that, though he doesn't seem displeased at all.]

I really will be fine, you know. The past few days have been difficult, but it's nothing I can't handle.

I appreciate it, however. Don't believe I don't.

[ortion]

[This time, Dist believes it. So he nods with a small smile.]

Good. It was not my intention to challenge you on it, but I do feel more confident about your resolve now.