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WEEK 3
[The week begins as last week began. But there's is a great difference-murder. It has happened. Blood has been drawn; it cannot be undone. The Game has made itself known. The Game is paramount. The Game simply is.
As morning dawns, those who were not present with the DEAD lock will find that the doors that were locked are now gone-and a whole new area has finally opened up to them. They will also find that they remember something they had not been able to recall beforehand. The question is, was it worth it?
And-is it you, or is the ship getting...colder as the hours go by? No, it's not just you. By the end of Sunday, the ship has started to dip into freezing temperatures. It might be difficult for people to bundle up-unless you're Brain, who will find his closet inundated with winter clothing that fit him perfectly.
Yup. This is going to be a long week, as if last week wasn't bad enough.
There are currently 16 strangers in this place.]
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[HEY HUBERT ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP]
I had a similar experience recently- Aoi can confirm it. Though it was not in a school. The other details line up regardless. Including Zero.
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Did you see anything that looked like dark gray statues of people? The color of ashes.
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The flashes of memory focused more on the people in the group. The locations were... blurry.
As was a certain man I am sure I know... but other than his eyes it is completely missing.
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[he pauses to consider]
I have to wonder: is the perspective you're seeing this memory of from an observer or from one of the players themselves?
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And the sense of recognition was from you, not from her.
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My old master was one of them. The guy I was hoping would catch wind of this and carve Delta to pieces.
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So you had someone you knew in there also.
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[ That got his attention quite aptly. ]
The city of Paris, France is where I call home and has been indeed called a City of Love by many.
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[Hermes...]
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[ It's fine because he is absolutely okay with gushing about the place he calls his home. ]
Many a time you can find people walking down the street together, holding hands and in love! There's such life and spirit to the city, and I truly hope you can see it for yourself someday!
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Ah? I suppose that would be good, wouldn't it?