week eight: mingle

[cyclists]

Week Eight
9 in Competition

As the sun rises on Monday morning, all participants will find themselves awakening with a sense of purpose. Regardless of where they slept the night before, they’ll find themselves compelled to return to the main meeting hall first thing in the morning.

Approaching the hall, however, they will find three large, swirling masses grey in color looming near the sakura tree. These swirls cannot be approached just yet, but seem to be locked and waiting for something more. Later in the day, if those in the village approach the third mass they will find themselves in a version of their home world. This world is completely void of people, but seems to be just as they last remember it. No darkness will be found in this world as well.

As the last member of the village enters the hall, they will find Lune and Sol at the head of the room. They don't speak immediately, but wait for all to settle.



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[leaberator]

[ he feels the pinch before he can respond, and it works fast-- but not fast enough that he doesn't mumble into her neck; ]

... Me too.

[ it doesn't take long for him to be unconscious. like a sleep spell, almost. his last coherent thought is that if he could've... he wishes he could've done anything at all to spare them this.

all of them. ]

[foodbin]

[Given the difference in their stature, even if she's careful - it's awkward, the way she lowers him down to the steps. Once he's laying down, she reaches for the second item that she'd placed between them. Once she has a hold of it, the knife stays in her hand for several moments. It's not clear if she wants to be completely sure he isn't aware any longer, or if she's simply hesitating. Still, even as she blinks back another, growing round of tears, making a distraught noise...

The blade slides into his throat. She makes sure that it sinks deep enough and that she hits something vital enough before she pulls it again, but she drops the knife almost immediately afterwards. She knew what it would be like on some level, maybe, but she didn't fully understand how the blood would feel so warm, or the way would look as it spreads out around him and onto her. She looks down at her hands, and—

Well. There's barely anyone left, so there's certainly nobody in this area to hear besides her. That might be the only reason she lets herself scream, before that noise breaks into a series of sobs.

It's a while before she leaves his side.]

[leaberator]

[ Aware or not-- the body has a natural reaction to these things, and the last noise Emma will hear from him is that one choked, gurgling sound. It isn't pretty, but has any of this been?

It's unfortunate. If he heard how she felt about it, her cries right now... he'd have pushed harder to have her nowhere near it.

Lea is dead. ]