WEEK SIX

[killerwaves]

WEEK SIX

16 Vacationers

Throughout your time on the island, there's been a steady rhythm; the murders, the trials, the executions, the clean-up afterwards that leave just up remnants for you to remember what was lost. This Monday morning though, things are different. The debris and any biohazards are cleared, but no effort has been made to repair the games at the arcade, or to restock the chemicals and damaged equipment at the laboratory.

Odd.

If you cast your eyes to the sky, you'll also notice that the distortion is also lingering—there's certainly less of it at least, a haze still lingering over the go-karts, one whirlpool lingering out in the sea. It could be worse, surely.

Though there's no new locations for you to take your mind off of all these oddities either. In fact, looking at your device to access the resort map area and scrolling past Kakapo's Nest triggers an error.

There’s one more, slightly more eclectic change: the kittybots, instead of having cute kitty ears and faces, are now without exception round-headed. This would make them look like ordinary robots, but their heads actually now look like a bowl of fish swimming, which occasionally form up into expressions. A change of pace for everything, it seems.

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
The current barometric pressure is 29.90 inHg, and is expected to steadily decline over the coming days. Rain and storms are likely in the latter half of the week.

(( OOC: Welcome to endgame week everyone. We'll be running an endgame investigation Friday during our typical investigation timeslot, and Saturday will be endgame proper.

This week your admins can be contacted Monday and Tuesday only, after that they'll be incommunicado. ))

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[idologue]

[ This is sad, more than anything else. Lacus' expression softens. This stranger who is and isn't Nona... She wishes she could see Alecto's face right now, look into her eyes and see what lies in the depth of them. Even if they are borrowed eyes, something within them must ring true. ]

Whether it is violent, or soft, whether it is all-consuming or just washing over you like a soft wave... I don't think that love is something that needs to be understood.

I'm a human girl, I can barely comprehend what it is you experienced... but that just means I have a perspective that is different from your own, doesn't it? Just as Nona was able to think differently from you, because she was herself.

My love is this. If you believe me to be pretending to ignore the call of my violent nature, then watch me pretend. Come see whether or not it will devour me.

[stilllovesyou]

[...Hmph.

She can see ghosts in the girls bold hubristic words, to lecture her on love, as if she hasn't been it's biggest victim. She can see John before he was God. Anastasia. In the back of her mind she can even see Palamedes and Camilla. Even Harrowhark in an odd way.]

...When I was the girl you were capable of loving, I believed in your strength.

I have watched you pretend since we arrived, lying in minute little ways, and I have allowed you your white lies although I didn't understand it.

We will see if you prove me wrong, child of man.

[idologue]

[ ... well, she can't really deny this. She's been lying by omission, over and over again. For the last few years, maybe for longer, she's played a part. The role of herself, on the stage of the world. ]

I hope that you'll be able to feel the love in my white lies. Over, and over, and over.

I love Nona. Loving Nona is easy. Whether or not I would love you... Well, it makes me a little sad that we might not have time to find out.

[stilllovesyou]

[It's about the most painful thing Lacus could say. The truth. Confirming each and every single one of the fears she had when she could close her eyes and convince herself she was a person and not a thing.

On the other end, Alecto just looks horribly sad.]

A day or another billion years. 'Tis all a blink to me.

Know this. Regardless of how you feel about me, regardless of whether you resent the fact that I was not as tame as you wanted me to be, or that I could not go on living in ignorance to be palatable to you...

I still love you. Even when you are dead, whether by the many hands of the hideous creature you call a friend, or in sickness many decades from now, I will still love you for allowing me to experience true friendship, even for a moment.

[idologue]

[ There's a lot of mixed feelings in Lacus' heart at that. She can hear Nona in those words, and she misses Nona. But...

There is also a hint of puzzled amusement here. ]

You think I can only love those who are docile and palatable? Do you believe those are attributes I see in Tomura or Lobelia?

[ She feels like this stay has made plenty clear how much violence she's willing to look past for recognition of the self in the other. ]

I'm not mad at you, Alecto. I'm not disappointed in you. I merely don't know you yet - so I wouldn't want to placate you with claims of a love that has not yet been born.

[stilllovesyou]

Their violence is a drop in the ocean. They are squabbling children. Mewling cubs who think they know a single thing about hate. I am hate itself.

[It still hurts. Of course Lacus is correct. She is a stranger. She can't be Nona any longer. She can't delude herself into thinking she was ever Nona. That Nona was anything other than a brief period of blissful ignorance that was crushed under her weight by virtue of knowing what she was.

She wonders how Palamedes and Camilla will react? Or Pyrrha. She couldn't even be the people they wanted. Useless disgusting hideousness.]

I don't need or want your love. I have suffered enough love for a billion lifetimes.

But you have mine.