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

[pervet]

... Yes.

[ His gaze is a little distant. ]

... Even just for the chance. ... Do you know what it's like? Knowing you have to kill the person you're in love with because they say you have to, and knowing you'd be killed yourself if you didn't follow through?

I know what actually happened to us. I can guess, just from what those two told me. We killed each other. We had to have; there's no way it would have ended up any other way. But if I could make Etihw change their mind about demons... for even just the chance... for us to be able to just talk and not be trying to murder each other?

[ ... He knows Yosaflame will probably never love him. But he... he had to try. ]

Even if he didn't love me... I just...

[ His hands grip the fabric really tightly. He just wants... a chance. ]

[bearshercross]

...Even if he didn't love you back, he'd still be alive, huh?

[ ...She... Finishes the thought. It wasn't just a chance, it was a chance and letting him live and have a life. ]

[pervet]

... If I didn't kill him someone else would, you know?

[ He just... he wants Yosaflame to be okay. He's... kind of realized that. ]

It's very stupid for an angel to like a demon. It'll never end well for anyone.

[bearshercross]

...Fuck.

[ ...That's pretty damn close to a selfless wish, she has to admit. It's not perfectly selfless. But now she... She feels bad. ]

...So you tried to kill Ren quickly. But when you realized he was... Too frail, you... You couldn't, could you?

[pervet]

[ Boy this ground sure is better than television. ]

... Yeah. Guess I'm going soft or something, damn. I shouldn't really care about that shit.

[bearshercross]

Welcome to having a conscience.

[ She'll... She'll sit by him. ]

...Fuck.

[pervet]

... If this is what that's like, I think I want it gone.

[ Sorta just. Picking a hem on his pants. ]

I liked it better when I had no choice but to not question anything. It was simpler.