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WEEK 2

[The unfortunate death, and subsequent execution, has no doubt weighed on everyone's minds since. The dam has burst, and now, the idea that someone may kill another in this place is not just a possibility anymore. It is reality, and a very terrifying reality at that.

Yet, there is a strange side effect to the murder's aftermath. When the Titled go to sleep on Saturday evening, they will dream, even if they don't normally do so. When they wake up, their dream stays with them, and a thought comes to everyone. A realization.

Their dream had been a memory they lost. Now, they have it back, as if they had never lost it.

Nor is that the only change. They also feel just a little more confident in their power. Confident enough that they find that their ability has evolved to become stronger. Whether that's a good or a bad thing, well...

Soon enough, too, the Titled's phones start pinging, and when they open up their LIME app, they receive a simple message:]

Your Mall Map has been updated!

[And indeed, those who go to check the Food Court will find an elevator on the eastern end which leads to a brand new wing that had previously been obscured by the barrier.

Dio and Wake's information is also slightly different from before on the LIME app, but...maybe it's best not to think about it. Last week had been...disheartening.

Hopefully, this week will be better, right? Surely, this week, temptation won't win out again....right?

Well.

There's only one way to find out.

Welcome to Week 2, Titled.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.

This week's crab is Dungeness.]

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...Those are, like, some of the places. It's kinda pointless to deny it, I guess.

[She pouts, holding her hands behind her back.]

But we also have, like, rooms? I don't just, like, pick one of your beds to live under.

How relieving.

[ She doesn't sound relieved. ]

It almost gives a charming illusion of privacy.

[pointing]

It's a joke, Miss Patient.

[...And that nickname was a hospital joke on top of a comment on Helena being fed up with everything.]

Not even the rules oblige me to laugh at your poor attempt in jests.

[ Whatever ideas Helena might have had about getting information out of this conversation is likely going down the drain the more she speaks her true mind.... but not speaking her mind is impossible for her. ]

[Helena is not being a great spy here, it is true. LC isn't really sure what she wants other than to sass her, so she taps her chin]

Well, I'm totally not going in your rooms. I can't, like, do anything about it if you don't wanna believe me...