WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[Once everyone has gotten out of the elevator, those who go to look for Akira and Kurama will find that they have been put into one of their rooms, together, safely tucked into bed with a glass of milk for each of them. And - aside from the bruises of being suctioned into a death cylinder and tranquilized with some very strong drugs - they are alive and unharmed.

Naturally, this means that Akira and Kurama are the first to experience the dreams, but everyone will experience them, once they finally fall asleep, for good and ill.

Despite everything, too, the survivors will find many other new things facing them as they wake up. A new evolution for their powers, a new wing...and a new rule, updated after the execution. The profiles have also been updated, to reflect the Titled's ever-dwindling numbers.

This is going to be a long week, that's for sure.


There are ten strangers left in this place.

((OOC: Don't forget to do Activity Check along with memory regains, everyone!))

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[totalbullshit]

[ This certainly takes the choice out of her hand. Helena takes a deep breath and makes sure her face shows the same steady neutral expression it displays most of the time, then she takes a few steps of her own towards Akira. She's never had anything against him. He'd certainly appeared to be one of the most reasonable people here. Yet they weren't close, so seeing him like this... is off. ]

Out of it. Much the same as everyone else, I assume.

[ How else could they possibly feel? There's so much exhaustion, such an oversaturation of death... Helena can't help but feel a little blank about it, actually. ]

Have you recovered from the fight?

[ It sounds better than asking about Akira's emotional state, all things considered. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ Neutral expression, huh?

He won't be judging her for that even a little. After everything, who can blame everyone for quickly diving into whatever thing that feels normal or safe? He's just as guilty of it...

So, he's going to try softening his own expression the best he can. Without making it too easy to let the internal battle leak through those stubborn cracks. And, to those initial words, he's going to nod while briefly holding a blink.

Yeah... everyone must be struggling. That's why he can't afford to just stop. They can all rest and recover once they're out. That's all he can focus on.

Nothing else.

Yet that question about the fight does have a small flinch answering for him, at first. ]

... Yeah.

[ A soft exhale as he pieces everything back into place, reaching up to twist a small strand of bangs as he does. ]

Fortunately... neither of us were actually hurt.

[ He assumes the word "physically" goes without saying. ]

... How's the Life Coach?

[ And again with that word that goes without saying. ]