WEEK 6

[lockdownmods]

[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?

Said no one ever, at this point.

But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES | HAN OFFICE HOURS | MEGUMI OFFICE HOURS

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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[throwabookatit]

[ (Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Stop, she's not a tool, she- can't-- do this--!!)

There's no recognition in her eyes, as Han stumbles forward. The blood loosens his grip on her, and she uses the momentum to jab it forward, into his abdomen, and cruelly jerk up. Her free hand grabs his arm, and she sneers.

It's a dark, horrible expression. One that...doesn't fit her. ]

[foo_bar]

[she wouldn't even have to jerk up, he stumbles on his own, collapsing onto a knee. He feels himself getting colder, so cold. His breath comes out in short, panicked puffs. He can't find his voice, he can barely comprehend what's going on anymore.

He's going to die.

There's no way around it. He saw how everyone else had been frozen-- but it's so cold. His heart is thundering against his chest, trying to circulate any blood that's left. His hands are shaking-- his whole body is shaking. When he looks at Rebecca, the fear doesn't even register anymore.]

[throwabookatit]

[ But, as she pulls the knife out, she doesn't let him fall away. No, Rebecca pulls Han closer, by his arm, blood smearing her clothes and hands. Her voice is a croaking hiss. Like the woman, the one who--. ]

Everything you're doing is useless. [ Through her teeth. Looking down at him, as he's stumbling. ] And now, you're dying. Meddlesome fool.

[ Echoing inside her head. The hissing, the screaming, as she watched Ashton die, unable to do anything but lose her grip on herself, little, by little, by little. ]

[foo_bar]

[he collapses onto his knees, his hand grabbing at her neck and only managing to pull Viral's drill with him down. He leans heavily to one side. He wants to give up, it's not worth it at this point. He doesn't even want to call for help, not anymore.

He's done... everything he could. He just has to trust in the rest.

I don't want to die.

But he can taste blood in his mouth, and he tries to gasp something out-- but. obviously... it doesn't work.]

[throwabookatit]

[ Maybe it's because her prey's fallen. Maybe it's the feeling of the string necklace snapping away from her skin. Or, maybe it's just a coincidence.

But with that, something in the deranged, uncontrollable Rebecca seems to snap, as a shade of horror passes over her face, eyes wide and head slowly shaking as she looks from the bloody knife in her hand to Han. It's not with total awareness that she regards the situation, as her eyes don't seem to focus on anything, and though she gasps in haggard breaths, she can't seem to form words anymore, no matter how desperately she wants to. What it seems is that she's a prisoner in her own body, begging, pleading to be free.

She drags herself forward one leg at a time, towards her immobilized target, head lulling slightly to the side, and it's from the corner of her eye that she spies them: their audience.

A whole new group of victims, now that it seems this one's done for. ]

[myliteratureclub]

[Monika feels like she's in the front row for her worst nightmare. She struggles to get free but cannot.]

Rebecca stop it! This isn't you!

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Oh no...

Rantaro's unarmed, save for that repair kit and the X-Acto Knife he found outside his room that morning...

He doesn't want to hurt her. He really doesn't. But the blade he kept to himself because he couldn't trust others with it might have to be used.

He's got one hand in his bag, grabbing for the X-Acto Knife... Don't get too close, please...]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Rebbecca.... don't. Please.

[He says the words even though he has a feeling they won't work. In the meantime though, he shakily pulls out his tablet and opens up the texting function and sends one to Gogol. He didn't expect to have to keep that promise of sorts so soon...]


Nikolai. Rebecca got taken over by the wall because she got too close. Han got stabbed. Me, Monika, and Rantaro can't move. There's probably a taser or some other weapon in Hank's room. Help.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol arrives, in some impressive amount of time, and takes just a moment to appreciate the scene.]

I didn’t think you’d call on me for this so soon, Detective!

[He’s grinning, and shoots a look over to Rebecca. What an exciting turn of events this is.]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[... Is that the clown coming to save them?

Yup. They're doomed.]

1/2 suicide implications cw

[throwabookatit]

[ With the same sluggish movement, Rebecca turns, her trajectory now the onlookers. A choking gasp escapes her lips; please no, please I don't want to help me help me help me help me help me HELP ME--

"Worry about the living first."

Wasn't that...so? Against the noise in her head, that cuts through. That, of all things, like a weight around her neck, trying to pull her back from yet another mistake.

It's true. That's what she has to do now. If she takes another step, if she lets this beat her? She knows what'll happen. Wasn't it told to her, that if she keeps her eyes facing front... If she keeps moving forward, she can pull herself from the darkness. Even without the reminder around her neck, this beats strong in her heart.

So, no.

In an almost mechanical way, she stops her slow approach, not even a few inches from Han's bloodied body. Rebecca raises the knife, but the unhinged, half-asleep look on her face is gone.

Instead, she's smiling, tears only just escaping her eyes, which have finally focused on what's before her: the other students.

"Worry about the living," he had said, and she will. She is. The truth she's accepted, it rings out within her. Rebecca Gales died before she even met them. It's time for Rebecca Gales to step off the stage.

With a despairing look, a heartbroken I'm sorry and goodbye, Rebecca holds the knife in front of her. ]

2/2 CW: Suicide

[throwabookatit]

[ And she stabs it right into her own gut.


For a moment, she leaves it there, soaked to the hilt with her own blood. Then, out it comes. She cries out, grunts, but doesn't stop there, stabbing once more, at her left arm. And then again, at her side. Again, and again, and again, each punctuated with a cry or moan, and even as she stumbles backward she does not stop.

Have to stop it- no bloody virus...is going to make me kill anyone else!

No longer does her face hold the sad smile. No, it's given way to agony. Still, the knife remains firmly clutched in her hand, even though she's soaked in blood. Even as she coughs it up, as it stains her lips, she won't stop. In her pain, there's something defiant.

To the chest, to the side, again and again, wildly. Higher and higher, slashing at her own face, catching her nose and her right cheek, something has to do it. Something has to chase this out of her, or she'll die trying.

At last, the knife finds its way home: to her throat. Rebecca rips the blade out, spraying blood from her jugular and that, finally, does it. The choking gasp returns, as her eyes seem to search the crowd for something--someone-- she can't see. She mouths something, or tries to, and gags, and at last the knife falls from her trembling hand.

Rebecca herself falls too, to her knees and then flat on her face, blood pooling around her. A few coughs, a few helpless gasps, but nothing more.

It doesn't take long to bleed out, from that many wounds. The whole thing happens in about a minute.

Rebecca Gales is dead. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[... He didn't have to use the knife.

Rantaro pulls his empty hand out of his bag and falls to his knees. His breaths nearly become as ragged as hers... But he's not close enough to feel the effects, is he?

The tears bubbling from his eyes were his own.]

[myliteratureclub]

[Oh God.... Oh God. Monika watches helplessly as her friend stabs herself over and over. It's horrible... it's familiar. She can't catch her breath until Rebecca falls over. And for a split moment, she sees Yuri's body instead.

And then she screams loudly. She tries to cover her face but it won't stop the sound. The screaming turns into wailing as she tries to hold herself instead.

It doesn't help. Nothing will.]

SURPRISE YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD... WELL I AM

[foo_bar]

[he's only just hanging on, but the blood from her is enough to cause him to choke, and the slightest movement makes him collapse onto the ground. He's going to die covered in someone else's blood, just like before. Just like before.

He's so cold.

He can't even see in front of him anymore. Just... let it end. He was tired of fighting. For all intents and purposes...

Han Young is dead.]

[lockdownmods]

[It is Megumi-- not Vivienne, now that they've separated, that comes to retrieve Han Young.

...but if you attempt to follow her she will prohibit it.

No exceptions.]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol watches, every second of the scene. A smile parts his face, for once not mocking or cruel.]

Well, then.

[And that’s all he has to say.]

[buriedearth]

[ Terra arrives too late.

Just in time to see all of this...to see Rebecca strike the last blow and her body fall. He watches her die and something in him feels like it breaks.

Han dying doesn't help at all.

Does anything matter anymore? Does anything...

He doesn't feel it, the tears that come. ]

late but here also 1/?

[ososoi]

G-Guys?! What goin' o--

2/?

[ososoi]

[ ...And then all breath leaves him. ]

...Eh?

[ ...Rebecca? Han? ]

...

[ Rebecca? ]

...?

done

[ososoi]

[ He screams and runs towards their bodies. ]

REBECCAAA!!!

[whatsmytalentagain]

...?

[He glances behind him with tears in his eyes... Oh no. He was not going to let Osomatsu end up like her.

He stumbles to his feet and attempts to catch Osomatsu before he gets too close to the wall.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[He was expecting her to have to die. This... doesn't make it any better though. Tears prick at his eyes and.... his first instinct is just to run back to his room and... just.... not come out. He should investigate while it's still fresh... But... Rebecca is the first death here that he considered himself a close friend to. He thought he would be prepared after Hank. He was wrong. So very it wrong.

Poe bolts as soon as he can move again.

He needs to go lock himself in his room and breakdown alone thank you very much.]

[unhalting]

[Like everyone else, there's nothing he can do as he arrives too late to do anything but watch. Even though there's the urge to just run over anyways and do something, that oppressive atmosphere makes him keep his feet planted on the spot, an invisible barrier that keeps any of them from reaching out.

When the final blow is struck, he just finds himself clenching his hands and gritting his teeth. Two dead, just like that. Maybe that shouldn't be surprising because this was a battlefield in its own right, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I didn't either!

[He's glad to see you though.]

Don't get too close or you'll get possessed or frozen! and- ah- don't kill her! Just- disable her!

[He is not loosing you and Rebbecca in one day.]