week four | mingle

[showhost]

Welcome to your fourth and final week, teens!

There aren’t many changes around the house today: it seems everyone is dialed in on what needs to be done and the upcoming week. Everything that was on the fritz last week is now back to normal, aside from the Dress Up Your Blorbo curse. You can still do that at will.

Anyway, it's fine that all seems quiet.

There’s plenty going on anyway this week.

Dates | Embrace Space | Property Damage, etc | CR Event | A Thing
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Submissions

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[hgeegh]

[He scowls anew in Yoru's direction, but turns back to Asa easily enough.]

Ah, do you know the way out? Let's go, then.

[Is this how Yoru speaks to Asa all the time? His brow starts to crease again at the thought. It's no wonder she can hardly sleep or concentrate on her schoolwork.]

[warhawks]

Not exactly... but I recognize this place. From the nightmare I told you about.

[ She'd been vague then, but there's no point hiding it now. ]

It's always the same dream. I'm running down an alley just like this one, but the ground is covered in dead chickens. At first, I try not to step on any of them, but... eventually, there's too many bodies. [ She looks further down the alley, where the light dims before vanishing completely. ] I keep running towards the darkness, and then — I wake up right before I get there. Every time.

[hgeegh]

Chickens?

[Although Asa's sensibilities can be quite particular, he wonders if the growing number of bodies means something. It would be easy to lose her footing, too, and stumble. Couldn't she slow down, then? What's chasing her that she feels the need to run without stopping?

He follows her line of sight to the darkness. Concern laces his tone as he turns back to her.]

Are you sure?

[warhawks]

[ It's not a story she feels like getting into now, when she's already dealing with so much, so she just swallows. ]

Honestly? Not at all. But I don't have any better ideas, and neither does Yoru. [ Hence them arguing before he got here. ]

[hgeegh]

[He'd really rather not stand there and give Yoru reason to fire ammunition at Asa before they've even done anything.]

All right. Then let's give it a try.

[Together, he thinks as he holds out a hand. If obstacles start appearing on the ground, he doesn't want her to slip or trip and fall.]

[warhawks]

Don't look down.

[ Is all she says before taking his hand, though it's easier said than done once the corpses start appearing. Like in her dreams, it's one at first, then two, then five, then a whole carpet of them blanketing the ground; pliant and bloody underfoot, almost more human than chicken. She grips his hand tighter as they approach the darkness—

—and at the last second, she falls, because of course she does. All she can do for him is let go, so she doesn't take him down with her. ]

[hgeegh]

[She lets go, and his heart stops. He tightens his hand, but it's a fraction too late and he feels her slip out of his grasp.]

Asa . . . !

[Slamming a harsh heel down, he whirls around to grasp Asa by the underarms before she can hit the blanket of carcasses beneath them. His foot slips on the uneven surface, falling into what precious space is left between bodies, and he braces his legs as he draws her into an embrace.]