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vault1132023-04-24 05:53 pm
WEEK 3 MINGLE
The dreams are back, of course. They never left. But they’re different. In the dream, you wake up back at home at last. It’s so close now or… maybe everything else was just one great big nightmare. Your loved ones hug you tightly, and you can feel it so vividly that this has to be real. Things are going well for you, somehow. Maybe you won that fight. Maybe you found your freedom. Maybe you got that promotion. There’s something hopeful in the air as you breathe it, so so vividly. So much more vividly than the dank corners of the vault.
And then someone in your dream, a friend, an enemy, a loved one, family, they turn to you. They open their mouth, and through it, almost like a speaker, a song begins to play. Have you heard it before? You have now.
Coincidentally, they seem to freeze. Ice creeps up their skin, and if you take the chance to look around you, you’ll see it all start to crumble. It all goes up in a cloud of fire. A mushroom cloud, more specifically. Every single morning, on every single day of this week, you’ll be forced out of the real world and placed back in your body. Horrible, isn’t it?
Of course, just like the last two times, The Overseer speaks up over the intercom.
“I said at the end of the last execution that we’d have a new area prepared for you. A new week awaits you. I look forward to watching you take a stab at it.”
Poor choice of words, maybe, but the routine continues and the elevator has unlocked another stop. The third floor is now available to you.
As ever, the Overseer and her significantly more pleasant assistant are available for contact.
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The shock is writ explicitly on his face before cooling. What a strange sight indeed, especially to see the other male like this. ]
Louis? Can you hear me?
[ How long has he been like this, he wonders? ]
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"Like a mushroom cloud in the sky, I felt my world start waving goodbye, but baby it's just, it's just you."
[His eyes are dead and lifeless. His skin is clammy and cold. He's been preserved, but even from here you'd see there's no neck wound.]
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Pulling his hand back, a frown adorns his face. ]
...Who are you? You're not him.
[ Possession? ]
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"Pistol Packin' Mama."
[That seems to be the speaker's introduction.]
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What is he even supposed to do with this? Alas...this is his life. ]
...Right. Of course.
[ Like this makes sense. Arjuna has nothing else to say because he has no idea how to react to that, up until the event ends...he's a disaster. But he will be there to ensure the body doesn't get further messed up??? It's the thought that counts, and whatever kind of nonsense that blares later on in segments, for certain.
But...he was listening.
That's for certain. ]