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WEEK 4
[A third of those of you who came here are now dead.
Its a sobering thought as everyone wakes up the next day to find their profiles updated once more, with Rosie and Naoya now added to the list of the discarded. There's an entire empty room, in terms of humans - Rocky, Murray, Elly, and a a strangely new and realistic robot bird are still there, somehow. Someone will need to take care of them now that their owners are gone.
Just like last week, no one has regained their memories, but their powers have evolved. Also like last week, a new floor has opened for those remaining to explore. It's...definitely different from the previous ones, to be sure. Emptier, more militaristic. And very, very large.
Maybe that's where the transport will arrive? Whatever the case, Marie's claim about the universe - if she's telling the truth - means there's less than two weeks left before the universe's destruction. If anyone has not yet thought of a way out that doesn't involve killing, the time to figure something out may be running out for everyone.
Meanwhile, even despite the lack of Naoya to hack the computers, the random computers belting out shittyfluting has, if anything, increased in their frequency. Which is definitely odd, since no one else has tried to hack into the computers...right?
There are ten strangers in this place.]
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Nagisa's gotten better at figuring out what he's looking at, but...he really doesn't need any extra skill to see Jonathan's out of it. Badly. He....hasn't seen anyone look like that since...since Itona. That's not a thought he wants right now, not with....everything linked to the tentacles running through his head at every opportunity.
Nagisa would be lying if he said he'd been sleeping well lately, but that's different. He's been careful about his rest and limits. Jonathan clearly hasn't been.]
Jonathan.
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[The worst thing about this is that to Jonathan in his current state, that's not only a perfectly reasonable assessment of the state of his relationship with C, but a perfectly reasonable conversational opener. Why bother with pleasantries or details framing what's on his mind? Communicating directly takes less time.
And there's so little time. If someone dies they'll have someone who can talk to the dead - not just their dead here, the dead anywhere. With that, they could plan -
Blue, again. Not Nagisa's hair, but next to him. A flicker of a coat. He looks up - another flicker - a gaunt face with sad eyes below a ridiculous plumed hat. He knows it's not real. He knows that's not Wind there-and-gone, he knows that's not a real ghost, just one from his mind, but what little control over himself he possesses is gone right now, and he ends up addressing the empty air next to Nagisa.]
Don't look at me like that. I'm not tempted. We tried, it didn't work.
[He knows it's not real, but Wind would look at him like that right now. Maybe somehow he'll hear, far away. John Morris's son is not a murderer. The sonovabitch ain't worth it.
He turns his eyes to Nagisa, next.]
Ange's doin' better than me but not by much. We got in a fight. My fault.
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When was the last time you slept?
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[He draws in a few shaky breaths, obviously trying not to start hyperventilating, and then abruptly curls up tighter, hiding his face against his knees.]
I don't wanna see it. If I sleep I see it. I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna see it, I didn't wanna touch it and I don't wanna look at it, not when you'll be there too with them and everybody else....
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[He isn't sure exactly how bad off Jonathan is, but...four days. And they've all been under an unusual amount of stress to begin with. At first he thinks Jonathan means nightmares about the electrocutions, but the stream of consciousness morphs and ... Does Jonathan himself even know what he means?]
What do you mean I'll be there? What is 'it'?
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[Jonathan knows he's mentioned the thing to someone here but that someone might be dead. Just thinking about it makes him start breathing faster; his voice was a terrified whisper when he said its name.]
A monster like a ball of corpses, all still moving. She said it showed up in the Castle before, but we found it in a painting, had to fight it to get out... bodies looked like Rosenkreuz did when C pulled him out, like Naoya did after... and I tried to sleep and all I could see was... I don't want to see it again. I don't want to!
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Jonathan, it's only in your mind. It can't follow you here. You need to sleep - you're only going to feel worse until you do.
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[He can't bring himself to ask.
God, if Akira could see him now. "Take care of Nagisa" didn't mean "lean on him". He'd get smacked upside the head for this.]
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[He offers a small smile. He hadn't planned on letting his brother be alone right now. He still has a few more tricks up his sleeve, too, if it's not enough. Always having a "second weapon" was one of their first really difficult lessons.]
Come on. Not allowed to sleep out here.
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[Jonathan smiles wearily. It would've been a combative smirk if he weren't the kind of tired where it feels like his teeth are throbbing. His head lolls to one side, and for a moment Nagisa is just a smear of blue.]
There's too much blue. Not you, just... seeing things. And I don't - I'm afraid?
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[People who'd even outright create the excuse. ...He really needs to hurry Jonathan to bed...he doesn't like the way his head is lolling. And...hallucinations. Not good.]
Afraid? [There's plenty to fear here. Hmm....maybe try to find some comforting thought for him to hold onto????] Who else do you know in blue?
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[Jonathan pauses, and shakes his head, blowing errant strands of hair away from his face and then just leaving them as they are when they fall right back. It's hard, chasing down coherent thoughts. They keep edging away and bolting.]
She called him Mister Wind and he looked all embarrassed. He's nice. Never thought I'd meet a ghost who was still a person and that he'd be nice, but he is. He was a hunter, too....
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[Names. Korosensei hadn't had one, either, but they needed something to call him. And yet he wasn't dead - he'd been unkillable.]
A hunter? Of what? [Just keep catching trailing thoughts until they reach the rooms. Not far now. Jonathan shares a room with....C? Maybe they should go for the empty room, just to make sure Nagisa can stick around and not bother anyone.]
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[Oh, they're moving. He stood up at some point? That's... it's a good thing he didn't tip over. As long as they're moving he won't, he should be just fine so long as he keeps his balance by way of... the fancy word she'd use for staying moving.]
Said he was... he tied himself to the Castle. It shouldn't be possible, she's pretty sure she couldn't've done it, but he said he used his power and its power and regrets to keep himself sane and stuck. Was... at least two years there before us. Might've known my Dad if he was as old as he looked when he died, woulda been his twenties in the teens... 's a small... a small circle if you take work from the Church. People know people.
[And - there's that ridiculous hat and that haggard saddened face again, there and gone. It isn't really him. It isn't.]
...I should've asked.
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He doesn't know a lot about Jonathan, he realizes... Hopefully there will be time later to talk.]
Not fully explainable, then? Sounds like what I'd expect of a ghost. ...Should've asked what?
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[Jonathan shakes his head like he's trying to rattle a memory loose. He is, really. He doesn't want to remember the stretches of time that got longer and longer where his father was less and less himself.
They won't fall out of his head, though. He can't remember his best friend's name, but he can sure as shit remember his father thinking he was his, that it was 1907 or something....]