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[ It's been a long, long day, but you aren't quite done, Prospects. When the execution is over, the group is ushered to the cafeteria, where there's a reward waiting. There are boxes upon boxes of pizza, in a variety of flavors—if you can think of it, it's probably there. There are even boxes of dessert pizza, and cheesy bread with white and red dipping sauces. There's soda, too, all a twisted prize for a job well done.

As far as you're concerned, you're done here… but the screen in the room that says RESULTS PENDING... That's pretty curious, isn't it? Regardless, Prospects, you've earned this.

Additionally, if someone goes to Mishima's room, there's something to note in Mishima's desk. Perhaps you should bring it to the others' attention.

Just one more thing. The girl with the purple hair... What was her name, again? ]

OOC NOTE: Congratulations on a successful mock round, guys! Just one thing to note: Characters will forget Kaoru Seta gradually. The pace is up to you, but by the time Round One comes along, characters will have forgotten her completely. Have fun, and enjoy your sad pizza party!

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[Everything is so bright. There's so much more pizza than what Vivienne brought them too. It's overwhelming, but it can't erase the horrible sight they'd just seen. It was a struggle to get Yoosung to even go to the cafeteria, because he'd fought so hard, and if Viv said they would die for this and she died and Mishima still died, who was to say that they wouldn't kill him too when they got there? He's shaken to the core. He can't bear to look at any of this, so he just crouches down in the corner and sobs, for what is probably the fifth time tonight, but this time he's not even bothering to hold it back.]

[ you may not remember her name, but kaoru is here. she hears someone crying, and after speaking with max, she decides to go to whoever's crying so much--ah. it's yoosung.

kaoru puts a gentle hand on his shoulder and doesn't say anything. ]

[His shoulder tightens in reflex at the hand, but relaxes when it registers as a gesture of comfort, and he just lets it stay as he bawls into the ground, until his head pounds and his throat is hoarse. He doesn't even look up to see who it is, yet. His eyes are fixed below, as he thinks about burial... all week, he's been thinking about that funeral, and never even considered how bad it would be if he had to watch someone die in front of him. He just wanted to stay away from danger.]

I should have talked to him for real... W-We just focused on that stupid game... if I'd known, shit... damn it... I just made him worry... and we couldn't save... anyone!

It isn't your fault, Yoosung. Nobody could have known.

[ kaoru shakes her head. ] But...I understand your pain. I can't help but feel...responsible for this. All of this.

[ the deaths of their friends. even sherlock's, as irresponsible and manipulative as his actions were. and seeing yoosung's reactions to mishima's reveal and execution--it broke her heart. that's why she's here now. ]

...You too?

[Somehow, the voice that speaks to him isn't what he expected. It's charismatic... has he ever heard a voice like this before? It's not like it reminds him of Rika, but she did say his name. They must have met before. He tries to blink away enough tears to turn and look at the girl. If he could just see her clearly, he's sure he'd recognize her face. She's been there for him before, he thinks. He wipes his eyes.]

We must be the same. Right now, I think we just want to blame anyone but them... because we didn't want them to die.

[There's another sniffle. He recognizes her now, but it's all so fuzzy. He wonders how that could be when they've gone through such a literal trial together, and the one thing he's sure of is she's not a Prospect he hasn't seen before.]

Hey... what was your name again? I'm sorry.

No. No...we didn't.

[ it hasn't hit kaoru yet that there's something fishy going on. she looks over at him, and his eyes are so red and teary and kaoru feels her heart ache for him. he'd lost a friend..someone yoosung had trusted.

she wants to provide some sort of comfort, but it's hard hwen she's hurting all the same. still, she has to try. she opens her mouth, and--

what was your name again?

...

the gears start to click in place. ]

My name... [ she pauses. it's a long one, too, and her face starts to contort into something troubled. concerned. ] It's ▒▒. My name is ▒▒.

[ kaoru is, of course, saying her name. but to yoosung, it won't connect. ]

[Huh? Why?]

I don't understand... [He swallows down a feeling of dread.] But we're friends, right?

[ she doesn't know what he means when he says he doesn't understand. as for that second part: ]

Of course you are, Yoosung. I could not imagine you being anything else.

[ Even though he's feeling...pretty shitty about all of that too, he's in the cafeteria for a brief moment. He'll force himself to eat just a little bit, and well...

There's Yoosung, so he'll come closer when he sees him off to the corner. ]

Yoosung...

[ He doesn't know what to say though so he just, stands there uselessly otherwise. This has turned into literally the Worst. ]

[With the worst of it cried out while he was eating, by now Yoosung's just sniffling pathetically and pulling his legs up to his chest.]

Hey, Terra. [At least he already knows where Terra stands. Throwing a desk wasn't subtle. His voice sounds scratchy, but he forces a smile for half a second, then sets to wiping his eyes.] Wasn't there anything more we could have done? I'm just feeling so useless...

I think...we did the best we could.

We shouldn't be ashamed of that, at least.

[ Terra's voice cracks a little, however. He is definitely going to cry when he goes back to his room, but for now... he's trying his best. ]

As we go on, we remember all the times we had together.....

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