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reapertoire) wrote2018-04-09 09:51 am
reapertoire) wrote2018-04-09 09:51 am
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Week 5; Monday
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 When it hits 07:00, the Reapers are probably expecting to be teleported into a shady corner to meet up with the Host again. It does not go quite like that though. Between one blink and the next, they will suddenly find themselves teleported from wherever they just were and to what seems to be a greenhouse. Strangely enough, if they peek through its various windows, none of the outside landscape looks familiar. What seems to be sunlight can sort of be made out in the distance, but there is a peculiar haze that makes figuring out how far away they are from it difficult. Despite this fog, the actual interior of the greenhouse is fairly brightly sunlit. They'll also notice a song playing from invisible speakers. At the table, despite the fact that no one asked for anything last week, there are two things. One is spaghetti and the other is hotpot. Take your pick. "Good morning, everyone. Shall we get started?" game info ☠ setting ☠ statuses ☠ ic profiles private conversations ☠ murder proposals ☠ money full nav |
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[But does she want to accept it? That's another question entirely.]
Decisions help things end...but I don't like endings. Why can't everything just go on and on forever?
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[Though she wonders if maybe it's better to be unhappy than to be alone or gone forever. Disappearing sounds just as bad as being lonely. But here, in the Reaper Game...there's an eternity of friendships just waiting for Mary. Although, ah, as Anthy said...all of those have ended, too. Nothing and nobody ever really stay forever. It makes her feel sad to think about.]
Maybe it's something I'm just not so good at understanding.
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[ she looks down at nanami(?). ]
So don't worry if you don't get it know, or if it takes a long time to.