Mock Week

[sinphony]

[ After the day before, with the reveal of the full extent of the rules and how the game works along with their hosts, the only thing everyone could do was have a meeting with alcohol and go to bed. And when awakened, everything is the same. It's still the large mansion, they're still locked inside, and there's still the idea that they have the choice to murder each other hanging over them. But now the mansion is free to explore to their hearts' content, save for the room under the stairs outside the mud room. All anyone can really do is just enjoy their week and hope for the best. ]

Comments

CW: Yes.

[scleramelani]

[People pin chickens, he'd just eat around them. He's really after the eyes.

But for now, he goes over, moving the head, and sits next to his roommate, ignoring that his pants get bloodstained.]

I forget sometimes how sensitive people can be... C'mon, let's get out of here.

[He's still holding the mask, and, almost as an afterthought, puts it on the head.]

CW: Very much

[semperperatus]

[Shepard covers his eyes, managing to croak out one thing.]

I need...I need some air.

[In other words, as he staggers to his feet, yes. Yes, let's get out of here.

He can't process what he just remembered. Not yet, at least.]

[scleramelani]

Well, let's go to the hallway, at least.

[He leaves the waterlogged, metal-infused, slightly pickled head where it is, mask and all, and supports Shepard as they walk out of the room.]

[semperperatus]

[He walks, shakily, as they leave the room. He's silent for a good long time, regardless of where the end up.

Finally, though, he does speak, his voice wet and choking.]

April.

[scleramelani]

Was that her name?

[He's led Shepard to the Covered Patio, hoping to get a little peace and some air.

His pants are still bloody. It's distracting.]

[semperperatus]

Yeah.

[He ultimately collapses into a chair.]

My wife...sh...of all the things to...

[He rubs his hand down his face.]

We failed. I remember now.

[scleramelani]

[He sits nearby.]

What did you fail?

[His voice is a little distracted. He's still hungry and the scent of blood is not helping. If he didn't already have black eyes, they'd probably be shifting over. But he holds it in check, as he's so often done. This place must be screwing with his metabolism.]

[semperperatus]

[Shepard doesn't notice the distraction, thankfully.]

The world.

[scleramelani]

... How'd that happen?

[He's curious, and it's an able distraction from the smell, at least.]

[semperperatus]

[He closes his eyes, sighing. In any other moment, he'd be laughing at the answer.

Any other moment before he got any semblance of his memory back.]

Sharknados.

[scleramelani]

... Excuse me?

Sharknado spoilers

[semperperatus]

The sharknados...they were all over the world...we tried to reset a mechanism to contain them but...it failed. then them....April overloaded....and...!

[His breath quickens.]

Oh god...!

[scleramelani]

Are these things... shark tornadoes?

[That sounds ludicrous. But obviously this guy is pretty traumatized by them... Uta pats his back, just a little.]

There are none of those in my world, if that helps. Maybe it worked in a parallel universe or something.

[semperperatus]

Shark tornadoes. Yeah.

[He closes his eyes.]

The world was destroyed...I...I'm the only one so far. That survived.

[scleramelani]

By. Shark tornadoes.

[Give him a moment to process this...]

It seems to me that the people underground shouldn't be affected, right? In basements or bunkers, sewers, that kind of thing, there are probably others that made it.

[semperperatus]

It's....complicated.

[If only Nova hadn't found that cave...]

They might have, if they weren't flooded by the waters. But...I've been looking and...so far no one's responded...

[scleramelani]

[Uta gives his shoulder a little squeeze.]

Probably just out of batteries in their radio or something.

[semperperatus]

[A snort.]

I...I can only hope, right?

[It had been weeks. Weeks since what had happened. But it was...raw. Raw now remembering. Knowing.]

I...you shouldn't have to--

[Listen to him talk about how he failed? Who knew. But his tone, at least, emits a hint of appreciation.]

BACK TO SEMI CANNIBALISM

[scleramelani]

[Uta shakes his head.]

It's fine. I'll go get rid of the head.

[He's gonna eat it.]

Re: BACK TO SEMI CANNIBALISM

[semperperatus]

I--it's fine, I can handle it. I...

[Deep breaths.]

I just need a few moments. But...thank you, Uta.

[scleramelani]

[His stomach audibly rumbles, but he stifles his hunger once more.]

If you're sure...

[semperperatus]

[...Odd, but...]

Yeah. Yeah, I've got to do this.

[Fin thinks little of it.]

Let's have Uta find his tupperware in the kitchen

[scleramelani]

[Uta is starving and he's not sure why. It's like he hasn't eaten in weeks, when in fact it's only been a few days as far as he knows.

In fact, the power nerfing may be affecting his metabolism, he's beginning to realize. If he has to eat every day... There will be no survivors.]

... Sorry. I haven't eaten.

[semperperatus]

No, it's...it's all right.

I mean...hell, give me a bit, I'll...make you something? Make up for you having to see...all this, you know.

[scleramelani]

No, I've seen worse.

[Says the small business owning artist.]