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[awakenerd]

Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle

[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]

Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.

What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?

[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]

Comments

[schrodingerscockroach]

Of course that's how loopholes work. That's all it was over and over, him trying to find the little things I said that said I still cared about them, that I was angry at the Project.

Had to watch every little word, make sure I sounded angry at them and thought the Project was right.

Sometimes I thought it was true, that I was mad at them because I had to fool him and I started to think...to think....

[voreaciously]

It's fine if you care about me. You aren't a prisoner of the project anymore, so you can do as you please, is what I mean.

[schrodingerscockroach]

No....no, I really can't....

It's always going to be there, following...

Always killing the people I care about....

[He's losing focus again.]

I don't know if I'm dead.

[voreaciously]

[she could tell him that, but she's not going to

it might put him over some sort of edge.]

You are here now, that is what matters. And it will only follow you inasmuch as you let it.

[schrodingerscockroach]

We were hunted down.

Hunted down for what Freelancer did, locked away...

Carolina didn't die, but we might have died then because Freelancer won't leave us alone...

[voreaciously]

[she thought he might have been more stable, and perhaps he was momentarily, but he's slipping once more.]

It does not exist any longer.

[because nothing exists any longer]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[It is definitely slipping.]

It's where I feel oldest....

Struggling against the armor, locked away, locked more than the cell, locked in what's supposed to be safe, left to starve and dehydrate with all their corpses around us....

Carolina didn't die, but she will and I couldn't help her again....and the Reds and Blues...

Maybe it's me...[A shift again.] I failed them. [Back to normal.] Why do I keep surviving when everyone else doesn't?

[voreaciously]

[where is therapybot when you need it]

I do not know. Strength, spite; you cannot let them win. You have to keep going for them.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I want to. I want to so bad....avenge them at least....

But alone...I can't do things alone....

It breaks too easily...

[voreaciously]

The Director is not here. He does not exist, right now. Vengeance is beyond you.

But you can honour them, instead.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Honor doesn't do anything...

Not when their killer can still hurt...