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| G R E E N > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by. Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep. Then the words appear: |
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Okay no that's alarming.
He doesn't know Sara well, but what he does know about her is--]
Hey.
Hey, hello? Sara?
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Hm?
[her gaze whips towards him, and she scrubs furiously at both eyes, trying her best to put on a strong!! facade!! it's the first time she's shown any cracks since getting here]
A. . . ahahaha! Silly me, what in Aidios's name has come over me now? Dooon't mind me, I think I got a little dust in my eye!
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[SOMETHING'S OBVIOUSLY WRONG.]
Look...you don't have to keep it to yourself.
1/2
[uncertainty again, because she can't. really answer that. why does she feel like something has been ripped away from her? like she should be mourning some sort of loss, when she can't recall losing anything at all??]
[. . .]
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[FAKE IT TILL YA MAKE IT]
We still need to figure out how to fix your arm!
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Something happened...
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How... we didn't roll your number...
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[it's on the tip of her tongue-- but Chidi rolled yours!-- but. it doesn't quite make it out into the world as another thought suddenly overcomes her]
[she swallows thickly and wipes at her eyes again, because the heavy, sinking feeling in her heart isn't going away, no matter how hard to tries to shove it aside]
The other group. They may have rolled it.
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That is bad.
That is really, really bad, and Sara looks bad, and--]
Shit.
[YEP.]
That's why all of the names are on the paper. They rolled your number. You lost something.
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Y-- yeah.
[it's said with a light little laugh, one that is without any humor whatsoever]
I don't know what it is, but it feels like I got punched in the gut. But it's fine! I-- [. . . have taken worse blows than this, she wants to say] I can take it.
[she lifts a hand and clears her throat]
More importantly, Chidi rolled your number again. How are you feeling now?
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I feel... fffffine?
[???]
... My arm's paper but I feel fine.
Something's wrong.
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Something's wrong because you feel. . . fine?
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Paper.
But I feel pretty great! All of a sudden! What the hell?
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Hm. . .
[staring flatly at the dice now]
Maybe the second time around it really is a reward. . .? Beats me.
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I don't get it.
[... UGH.]
Whatever. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that something happened to you, and you're like, the one sane head we've got here so I'm kinda worried about it.
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Aw, thanks! You sweetalker.
[CLEARS HER THROAT, before pressing her hand against her eye again. OKAY, SARA. FOCUS. . . focus on the here and now, not whatever is missing, not that empty gaping hole that suddenly seems to exist in your memories and the vast chasm in your heart]
S-- seriously, I'll be fiiiine. We should think about our next course of action.
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Yeah, okay. Be tough, it's fine.
[It's not like he doesn't get the urge.]
But we're all in this together. Don't forget it.
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[she gives a crooked smile, and this one actually has a bit of life to it. the life that drained out of her so quickly when she lost. . . whatever it was she lost]
Haha! Well, you're not wrong. Our fates really do rely upon one another.
[a pause]
I'm not feeling too keen on touching that dice again, though.
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Hell no am I touching that. Ever.
S'not like it's worth it.
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[. . .]
No. I don't think it'd be worth it, either.
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It's not.
[Firmly, immediately.]
It's not freakin' worth it no matter who it lands on.
[... AND THEN TO THE ROOM AT LARGE:]
Oi, garbage host! We're sick of this game, we wanna move on.
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Or like.
He tries.
Paper arms don't fling too great, but fuck man, he tried.]
AUGH!
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[I MEAN SHE ALREADY KIND OF LIKED HIM, BUT LIKE. NOW SHE REALLY LIKES HIM]
Easy there, tiger. I approve of you standing up to our evil overlord, though.
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