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ViewScream: pep!pep!
The bulkhead seals behind you; there is a brief warning buzzer before THEMiS’s A.I. pleasantly informs you that you have been “quarantined for your protection.”
A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
ROLE: HELM
Available solutions:
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
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A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
Available solutions:
- A.I. Subroutine Access Codes
- Navigation Wave Console
- Four-Dimensional Arc Plotter v3.1
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
Re: DISCUSSION
[Yugi feels too hot, but his skin is clammy and cool to the touch. She clings to him anyway: it's a comfort, it's a relief just to know that someone else is there...]
I'm scared...
[It's a whisper, a breath. It doesn't stop it from tearing at her.
[She's slipping, and she can feel it. Is this, Wednesday wonders, what she's been wondering about all along: is this what it feels like to die? It feels only inevitable, now, and she almost welcomes it. It, at least, would be a release.]