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WEEK THREE: MINGLE
WEEK THREE
OCCUPANCY: 28
Rise and shine, little monsters. A new week is waiting just for you. The events of yesterday may have been hard to stomach, but time heals all wounds, after all. The damages the house has incurred over the last week have been reverted and the staff is hard at work fulfilling their roles in this mansion. A piping hot breakfast is served in the dining room promptly at 7am, every square inch of floor and furniture has been cleaned spotless, and Pumpkin is...probably around tending to the animals outside. As you exit your rooms on this lovely morning, guests will find that the barrier leading upstairs has diminished, and a new floor has been opened to explore.
For anyone who ventures into the ballroom, a new change may become apparent. Should you choose to look at the plaques long enough, two images will flicker and change sporadically. While Mammon's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an image of a flattened and concave individual almost unrecognizable. Likewise, Meltryllis's portrait looks just like herself, though if you blink you may miss it changing into a large leviathan, claws and scales glistening against the water. Finally, Stefano's portrait reveals a picture of the artist, but every now and then his head hangs from his neck by a shred of skin. There is no rhyme and reason for the change...though perhaps it serves as a reminder to those who remain.
Additionally, the house rules have been moved from the ballroom and back into the hallway, mounted in the entryway as they were.
They say that the past builds a strong foundation for the future. But what if your past isn't quite as clear as others? Anyone can lie about who they are; all it takes is a bit of practice to hide your true memories. Starting today, however, it seems as though the skeletons in your closet wish to come out. Memories you've kept hidden during this stay will begin to float to the surface of your mind, forcing their way out and onto other guests in your vicinity. There doesn't appear to be rhyme or reason how it happens whether it's by touch or by simply standing close to someone. Some memories may be stronger around those you're closest with, but it seems as though everything will be brought to the light eventually.
Perhaps your memories are happy ones. Or perhaps you'll view your memories as something to be ashamed of, hiding away from the people you've come to befriend. Maybe it's a good thing you'll find that you can't see your own reflection in the mirror. Entering rooms becomes harder when you have to be invited by someone else, and...the smell and taste of garlic becomes repugnant, driving you away,
You may experience only some of these events. Then again, maybe you're unlucky and you're experiencing all of these events at different points in time. Time is of the essence, however, and come Monday at noon a rustling crackle of static can be heard from overhead. Try as you might, you won't be able to find the speakers but a message will play loud and clear for all.
locations 🐾 ic profiles 🐾 murder proposals 🐾 audience requests 🐾 statuses 🐾 private conversations
MONDAY, 12PM
What would you do for your freedom?
My parents sold me to a man to clear off their debts. It was my duty as their sole daughter, protests be damned. I lived in that man's house for many years, bearing his cruelty and violence in silence, trapped and alone in my misery. I attempted, more than once, to end my suffering, but he kept a watchful eye on me. I had climbed to the roof of that wretched house when I met her. She was ethereal in her beauty, the moonlight shining behind her, her lips red like blood against her pale skin. I believed she was here to free me. At last, I thought, my angel of death. She looked into my eyes and with no words exchanged seemed to understand me in a way I had never been understood before. She offered me her hand... and something no man ever could.
We killed my husband together. He was not the last of our victims. Freedom tastes so much sweeter than his blood ever did.
What about you? Whose blood would you be willing to spill for your escape? I can give it to you, you know. All you have to do is kill someone else in this house... and you'll have your freedom from this wretched place. What do you think?
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[ beau is sporting a cute look today! she's got her hair pulled back up again, but it's like a bunch of braids that end in a ponytail. she's still limping a bit but it's fine. she's also losing her mind in this salon because it's the coolest thing she's ever seen. ]
They have hair dye in here! There's a fucking hot tub! [ she hollers at the top of her lungs. ] Someone get in here and let me put color in your hair!
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This shit is super cool. [ don't mind beau she's just dragging whoever she sees over to the MASSIVE buster sword. alternatively, she's pressing her face to the glass for that metal bo staff, and crecsent rose.
or, for the pair of wrenches: ]
Heheh. Twisting nuts.
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[ wait - okay, wait, so before you go into that room, wait for beau to reach out to grab your arm or whatever she can reach. she looks like she's been standing here for a while, looking annoyed, arms crossed. ]
Hey - I can't fucking get in.
[ alternatively, she's yelling this at whoever is in the room. ]
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... It's not permanent, is it?
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Hell no.
me, going to tag your tl and seeing you beat me to it
i run fasssstteeerrr
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[NEW OPTION UNLOCKED]
[ okay, look. she's just standing out here staring at the top of the building with a whole-ass grappling hook in her hands. it is slightly glittery. she also may be locked out of the house but w/e its fine. ]
... Wanna see how far we can go up? [ ehhh? ehhh? ]
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I prefer it how it is.
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What was that about hair?
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Museum, for I am a child
But he hears that comment, and he can't stop snickering. This is high-quality humor for mature adults.]
Careful, don't pull something.
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Looks at title. Looks at his creations. Wow. ]
Which one are you trying to make?
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[ Starting Monday, Ayabe can be seen with a guitar case on his back. He makes pit stops in certain places: the infirmary, the morgue, the museum— the latter of which he can't sneak things into his case, but he does stop in this room, going from item to item, brows furrowed in skepticism and confusion depending on what he's looking at. How long as that carrot been there and why hasn't it rotten? ]
That's a pretty nice broomstick... [ he's muttering to himself, but the description doesn't make sense at all and he turns away again, this time to stand in front of the ouija board.
He picks up the planchette and sets it on the board. Who wants to talk to ghosts with him, don't make him do this by himself. ]
wc.
[ For memshares, please dm me at card#9038! I've been collecting everybody else but Ayabe only really has like... one sad family scene, and one fighting scene... and then very short or mudane things like eating lunch on the school rooftop with a friend or receiving his guitar case (': lmk if any of these interest you! ]
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The guitar case! [ SHE FOUND IT ]
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[ nothing much here -- but wandering into the astronomy tower in an evening might also mean catching sight of ash just sprawled in a pile of pillows and blankets. it's unclear if he's asleep, or looking at the stars. ]
ii. movie theater
[ he doesn't care all that much about the movie -- it's gory, and it's not something he's willing to watch right now, and the big screen kinda reminds him of the screens around big cities and campus for showing speeches or events more than anything. what ash is here for is the popcorn.
it smells good.
he's focused on throwing pieces from his carton into the air and trying to catch them in his mouth! the lack of popcorn scattered on the ground suggests that he's doing alright. better think fast though, he's just turning to you and throwing some popcorn in the air -- ]
Catch.
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The command startles him, but he doesn't know what's coming, and then he's disoriented from it being so tiny. He scrambles to try to catch it reflexively with his hands, stumbling forward. Wow, he catches it.]
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[Someone has raided the projection room in the movie theater, but he's frowning as he looks through all the options. Horror movie after horror movie after horror movie. He currently has a copy of 'The R*ng' in his hands, and he's looking over the description of it.]
Isn't there anything better in this place? I'd kill for a comedy or something.
[Whoops. Phrasing.]
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[You know what the drawing room means? It's time for ART.
Or, well. An attempt at art, at least. He'll hold it up to show it to whoever's nearby.]
Check it out, it's been a while since I made one of these. Here, ask me something.
[OOC: Memory sharing is possible with either of these! Let me know if you want one of Chuuya's memories in a thread.]
2.
Looking up at Chuuya. ]
What is it?
[ Does that count as asking. ]
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2!
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uno (1) idk when this is but prob later in the week
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[ renzo was excited for the movie theater, but that excitement slowly dies as he looks over the list of movies. but beggars can't be choosers and so he starts shuffling through the movie selections and pausing at certain titles ]
Hmm, a monster movie marathon might be in bad taste, huh?
[ then he pauses at one and squints at the title ]
What the hell is The Velocipastor?!
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[ maybe you're just hanging around somewhere renzo, but at some point, you get a memory playing. (here to page 23).
you take the pov of renzo, as he and his friend konekomaru explain their other friend's bon ambition to become an exorcist powerful enough to defeat satan and then explain "the blue night", the day that a bunch of the priests in their temple were murdered by satan, causing their temple to get a reputation of being cursed. bon, as the son of the head priest, seems to have shouldered the burden of rebuilding the temple's reputation onto himself.
renzo, for what it's worth, comes out as a bit of an asshole, for laughing at his friend's dream. ]
memshare 2
[ or maybe you want a different flavor of memory... (here to page 25)
you see a girl summon two fox demons do battle against... a giant toy robot? you see the toy robot essentially defeat the two fox demons with rocket punches. the girl tries to dash away, but another rocket punch is launched and then-- renzo jumps in, saving the day, by hitting that fist away with a buddhist staff. he lifts the girl up and jumps away as the giant toy robot tries to attack again and he starts chanting and summons a large demon, who proceeds to burn the giant toy robot with large black flames.
renzo, while still saving the girl, still comes out as a bit of an asshole for flirting with her while he's carrying her. ]
memshare...... 2!!
he has questions, but mostly, ]
Do you have any shame?
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[ hello everyone what's good
your local roomba is lounging and making herself cozy in the theater. does she seem to be bored by the lack of variety? unfortunately, no.
in fact she seems to be perfectly okay watching all these apocalypse movies. which may or may not include zombie ones. hm. is that in poor taste, or?
speaking of cozy, when i say cozy i mean cozy. shame master blue didn't outfit his theater with those reclining bed-seats, but she appears to be making do with a bunch of the pillows from the astronomy tower??? ]
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[ so maybe she might just be going from display to display, smiling very fixedly at some of them and even more sharply at others. wow, this is terrible. sure is great to know that if you all die the master of the house may or may not take a war trophy to put on display, unless anyone else has any better explanations for whatever the hell this room is. maybe it really is just a bunch of random trinkets and master blue is a hoarder? who knows.
anyway someone please try to rope her into making mistakes with the ouija board. ]
wildcard;
[ hit me with something of your own, or plot with me via plurk or disco pp/dms! any prompt here can be subjected to memshare, but note that public threads on the mingle are likely to get either a: audio only memories, or b: some more mundane things consisting mostly of her squad bickering. for anything deeper than that, hit me up on discord or on plurk for a pc! ]
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Does Blue like having a lot of stuff...? Why haven't any of these things been buried?
[ huh, those purple headphones kind of look similar to the ones Missile and Sissel ruined... oh, but hey! look! there's one not behind the glass! ]
Oh, this one looks interesting! Is it a game?
[ it's the ouija board ]
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Tuesday Morning; A Thing
Mandatory safety and information meeting will take place Tuesday at 6 PM in the Ballroom.
(Also, free pizza)
[There’s also a little crayon scribbled insignia that looks something like this - overall the whole thing looks like someone is trying to pass off crayon on notebook pages as an official document. If you happen to pass him as he’s doing this, he’ll turn to you.]
See that? Make sure you’re there!
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TUESDAY 6PM; (Not Exactly) Mandatory Safety Meeting
Safety Tips:
1. Have a curfew buddy! Don’t go to sleep alone!
2. If you start coughing up spiders or talking to rats, tell a friend!
3. Hold on to any skulls you find lying around.
Unfortunately, between you and the pizza, there is an obstacle, and that is one (1) Lio Fotia standing on the pizza table, arms crossed, looking very serious. If you try and get pizza before you listen to this goddamn spiel, he will kick your hand.]
We cannot afford to waste any more time with working in the shadows, not sharing our findings with each other anymore.
Several of us have found information scattered around - maybe you’ve seen it, maybe you haven’t. We are happy to share anything we have. Most of it we’ve attributed to Blue, but they may not be the one responsible for everything we are seeing. We are being led around by the nose - notes on experimentation, on research, the strange places that appear, rewards that are given for exploring them. The things we find there are written in a strange hand, and in black ink, the language used in them is different from any communication we’ve had with Blue. Another intends to influence us. I don’t know why.
Things that happen in the house, unexplainable things, happen almost every day. Every time we wake up on Fridays, we are given an effect-- an illusion. These things are confusing because they are intended to be, because we are questioning our reality.
I am asking all of you, if you have information, do not keep it to yourselves. It only results in-- we kill each other. We have to stop hurting one another. If we’re going to escape, we have to know all of the pieces are on the board.
[Oh, but, while he’s got your attention.]
And if you have acquired or found a blacklight, I need it.
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[ when you enter the drawing room, the first thing that will jump out is the... extreme disarray of the room. sure, it's an arts and crafts room, but does that mean there's supposed to be all these papers strewn everywhere?
further in the room is an explosion of color. jars of glitter tipped over, yarn of every length and color, and cans of (non-toxic, water based) paint steadily dripping their contents in ever expanding pools. at least it all seems to be contained on (even more) sheets of paper gathered together...? but who could've created such a-?
haha, like that's even a question. there's a very colorful, very sparkly poof of fur happily wagging his tail at the center of the mess. ]
Oh, hello!
[ Plum is going to kill him ]
this is entirely to lock people out of the house
[ is that a streak of fur racing past you? it is! he's going outside! with... with.........
... is that a gun in his mouth. ]
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[ hit me up with a prompt of your own, or plot something out with me on discord! memsharing is on for all prompts, but everything on mingle will be fairly innocuous. ]
not actually here but
you do you, Hündchen. live your best life. unlife. afterlife. ]
hi bobbile woofoss
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MISSILE WHY
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he will cause problems on.......... accident
MINI-EVENT, WEDNESDAY
On Wednesday morning, the sweet crackling of the radio overhead rolls through and draws the attention of every guest in the house. After a moment, the static clears and the sound of Plum and Pumpkin will reach your ears (in varying degrees of enthusiasm, of course.)
"Master Blue would like to invite you to play a game. Please gather in the ballroom for your chance to win some fabulous prizes."
Of course, you're free to ignore this announcement and go about your business as usual. Nothing's going to force you to participate, but...you're curious, aren't you? Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take a peek inside the ballroom.
Entering the room you'll find Peach with a matching fan unfolded and hiding everything but her eyes, Plum, and Pumpkin with a small pipe that seems to be blowing bubbles, all seated in front of the wall of profile plaques with a stack of clipboards, pens, and bundles of fake currency. The ballroom doors leading to the back yard are wide open. A sign in front of the table reads Master Blue's Real Estate and the girls have a list of color-coded names.
Ready to buy some property? Looks like it's inspection day!
Hello and welcome to our second mini-event! Participating in this event is 100% optional, but please remember that only those who participate will receive special prizes!
In order to give everyone a chance to participate and to help streamline assignments, we ask that you guys split yourselves into groups of two, no more than groups of three. The Discord server will also have a mini-event coordination channel to help you find partners and organize yourselves! ICly, the girls will be RNG'ing groups but OOCly you're free to pair up with whomever you'd like.
Once you have your group, please reply to the subtoplevel below this announcement listing your group. Mods will provide you with information about your location, your task list, and any other pertinent information! Mod tags will not be provided during your threads. Instead, players will need to submit threads of 30 or more comments in order to be eligible for prizes. Threads may be submitted to this submission post here, and you will have until Friday, 3pm EST/12pm PST to submit your threads.
Buy, buy, buy!
GROUP ASSIGNMENTS
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team who's a good boy? you are!
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(CW for only third prompt but everything is behind a link)
[ Here is Dazai, grabbing a bath bomb and removing the plastic covering it before dropping it into a bucket. He then repeats this motion, trying to fill up his bucket one at a time.
Once it's filled, he's walking over to the hot tub in there. Just going to dump them all in there in one go. The water is glittery and blooming with different colors in different spots, but then all the colors start to mix together making a gross brown color with glitter. Lovely. The scent is a weird mix of sea breeze, flowers, and something musky. ]
Ah. Maybe I shouldn't have dropped them all in.
[ Oh well, he's just going to take off the fluffy robe he's wearing to reveal...
he's in fancy work-out shorts, a work-out shirt, and all of his bandages still. Just going to climb in and soak in the monstrosity. ]
[ Memory: Party ]
[ Maybe you walk past him in the halls. Maybe you spot him exploring the newer locations or even outside on the playground. Where ever it is, you'll see a memory from Dazai's point of view. You're up on the second floor space for offices or managers to oversee their workers below. It's a warehouse and it looks abandoned. You've arranged to meet up with a man named Randou there later to win the bet and share who the culprit is.
However, there's something you have to do first. Decorate.
You order a cake, balloons, streams, and food. With the help of some of the underlings of the group, you get the place looking rather festive. You put in the finishing touches of drawing a smiley face on a balloon when the main star of the party arrives. ]
[ Memory: CW Suicide talk ]
[ Dazai can be found in the chapel, laying in one of the pews. ]
It's much quieter in here.
[ He's hoping to maybe avoid sharing any more memories, but the moment someone approaches, all of his hopes are dashed. It starts with a conversation with a man and the distinct feeling of playing a game of mental chess. (( Memory itself is here. Warning for talking about Suicide )) ]
[ Memory: Choose Your Own Adventure ]
[ Feel free to bump into him and share a memory, or maybe you want a memory of him and Chuuya annoying one another. ]
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You're just gonna dumb a bunch of weird chemicals in there and climb in??
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AN UPDATE....
[On Wednesday evening, guests may notice some strange happenings in the house.
In the dining room, guests will find that one of the paintings has been replaced with a photograph of a decapitated white horse with its entrails draped around it like a lacy frame.
Speaking of, all of the forks in the dining room and even in the kitchen begin to join one massive pile, inching their way on their own to the second floor toward room 12.
And finally, later in the evening when many have retired...
...a loud BOOM!!! can be heard from the fourth floor. Should anyone rush to investigate, they will find that smoke is billowing away from the locked door near the astronomy tower.]
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time for another THING...? 1/4
Also fine: the door to the room next to the observatory opens up, and first out is Nie Huaisang, busy shoving something into his robes on the way out. He's dressed differently than he was earlier today, in a flashier looking outfit, though it's bloodied-- there's what looks like a slash across the chest, a couple tears in one sleeve (also bloody), an arrow in his damn leg and also blood that looks like it just kind of splashed onto him. There's a pair of scissors clutched in one hand.
He has no idea what time it is and he doesn't care, raising his voice-]
Someone help-! We-- there was--
[Nie Huaisang glances worriedly behind him, there.]
Please hurry, what if it locks you in again!
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[ it's probably not too unusual to hear toi yelling if you hang around him enough? although this time his voice is kind of panicked. he walks out of the room backwards, and he pauses at the doorway before actually moving forward. ]
Hold on, let me help--
[ that's said to whoever is still inside
if you manage to look at toi, he's... covered in blood? it's difficult to tell where it's coming from since there's just so much of it, but what is pretty obvious is the large gash where his left eye should be. ]
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4/4 (*・∀-)☆
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what's this?? yet ANOTHER thing??? 1/4
you know, maybe this would be a great time to call for help and get some more attention but currently ken is unable to make much of a sound other than a loud wheeze as there's a very obvious bloodied hand clamped firmly on his throat as he's wildly gesturing to people behind him. oh, and don't mind how his arms are also soaked with their own blood as there are telltale signs of deep cuts on the underside. weird!
there's also a large gash across the left side of his face and maybe a chunk of his ear is missing? don't worry it's fine. he's totally fine. except when he's not and even though he's gonna try, he's not going to get real far from the door before just collapsing on the ground. ]
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There’s something fluffy around his neck, grasping tightly, and in his right hand his poleaxe is grasped tightly— although it? It kinda looks like a scythe? Weird. But aside from all that there’s something— someone— on his back, and he’s clinging to them as tightly as he can to make sure they don’t fall off. ]
Where’s the Doc?? Luna!! Blu— No, shit— Thymos, get over here!
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4/4 cw: body horror
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A THING...
[On Friday morning at 7am, all will awaken from their sudden sleep. The doors will unlock, and as everyone begins to file out into the hall a crackle of a radio appears overhead as three girls' voices speak in unison.]
"This is a true story. It happened to a friend of a friend of mine.
One night, they set out to travel back home with a most unique souvenir from their latest adventure. With this prize kept close and in their sights, they were determined not to let anything stand in their way. "Father said straight ahead," they reminded themselves, ambling along. "Don't delay or be misled."
The sun was beginning to rise as they entered the woods. Birds chirped in harmony from above, a beautiful song acting as accompaniment for the journey as the light spread over the path. Though shadows clung to the darkest parts of the forest, being alone didn't bother them. So unaware of their surroundings, they failed to notice someone watching them until footsteps of a wayward merchant approached from behind.
Polite as they were, they greeted the merchant with curious interest. "Nothing wrong with being friendly," they said to themselves as the merchant eyed the gift in their hand. Determined to have it for their own wares, the merchant tried again and again to offer trades with the promise of greater value. Each reward was greater than the last and they struggled with temptation, nearly giving in to the merchant's pretty words before realizing the true intent.
But as they turned away to continue on their path, the slighted merchant reached into the pocket of their cloak, rushing ahead before stealing the most precious gift of all.
...and that's the last we ever heard of them. Who were they? Ah. I think their name was Subete Kenzaki."
[The radio falls silent. Should you attempt to contact them on Friday, the girls will not reply...take some time to yourselves today. Perhaps you'll receive answers tomorrow.]
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He freezes in place as soon as Subete's name is read off. Clenching his fist for a moment before he turns around and heads back to his room. Give him a moment. ]