Bad news first, there's a monster we missed last week. Camille's half of the chimera.
Good news, someone showed me another scrolly-thing like you did last week. Secret source. [ she will share with the group, but kate gets first rights ]
[ a real fucking bummer because it seemed like everything worked out in the end. but haha. ]
[ moving on, she pulls out what looks like a scrap of paper from a journal. the scrawl is messy. ]
[ it reads: ]
"—ter what happened today, I don't think you could call this place safe by any stretch of the imagination. We've seen it react now in nearly a hostile way to our presence, and I don't know how long we can stay. Even so, the fact that it exists at all is beyond my expectation.
I suspect some of them want to reach out and make contact with the others, to ease their grief. I understand. But on the other hand, the cult realizing that this place exists—that there might be any space, no matter how small, that they cannot observe—would be catastrophic. What little safety and advantage we do have would be forfeit, and the cult is likely to wipe the slate clean and start over. And in truth, I have no proof that there's a way back.
So, is it worth hoping that they can keep a secret? Perhaps it is cruel, but I want to err on the side of caution."
I'm pretty sure I know what this is implying. And I don't.... want anyone to get their hopes up, or anything. I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes. But... good info to have, right?
Maybe death is part of the magic bullshit going on here, and they're still alive somewhere? I don't know. I wouldn't even consider it.... except for the fact that Aerith was dead before we came here.
Like I said. Don't get your hopes up. [ she isn't ] But I think it might still be good to share this. Maybe someone in the house knows more about it.... or has found one of their own.
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Good news, someone showed me another scrolly-thing like you did last week. Secret source. [ she will share with the group, but kate gets first rights ]
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[ a little bit of smoke rises from her head. there's a pause... ]
What did it say?
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[ a real fucking bummer because it seemed like everything worked out in the end. but haha. ]
[ moving on, she pulls out what looks like a scrap of paper from a journal. the scrawl is messy. ]
[ it reads: ]
"—ter what happened today, I don't think you could call this place safe by any stretch of the imagination. We've seen it react now in nearly a hostile way to our presence, and I don't know how long we can stay. Even so, the fact that it exists at all is beyond my expectation.
I suspect some of them want to reach out and make contact with the others, to ease their grief. I understand. But on the other hand, the cult realizing that this place exists—that there might be any space, no matter how small, that they cannot observe—would be catastrophic. What little safety and advantage we do have would be forfeit, and the cult is likely to wipe the slate clean and start over. And in truth, I have no proof that there's a way back.
So, is it worth hoping that they can keep a secret? Perhaps it is cruel, but I want to err on the side of caution."
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... A place the cult can't observe?
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[ perhaps..... the gy? ]
I'm pretty sure I know what this is implying. And I don't.... want anyone to get their hopes up, or anything. I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes. But... good info to have, right?
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[ in case last week wasn't depressing enough :) ]
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[ that's... a lot to try to wrap her head around, and based on so little. ]
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Maybe. We should touch base with everyone and make sure information is being circulated.
... Also, I received the glitter from Pestilence. Just a bucket. We'll have to make our own bombs.
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[ yayy glitter ]
Nice! I bet Laudna can help.
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[ was it...... ]