WEEK 3

[whimsicalism]

All three deaths last were tragic in their own ways. Was trust so fragile in that castle that a simple misunderstanding could end in blood? It seemed to be the case. The trial proved that without a doubt. Surely no one else would make that mistake again. As another week begins the tea cup elevator has granted access to a new area. Maybe the new amusements of a festival will ease your wounded hearts?

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]

Comments

[scratchitti]

[The horror on Neku's face at the death fades quickly as Veronica is hidden behind the doors. Once it's safe he wheels around on the other kids, voice low so Alice's screams can cover his words from Calice's ears. Hopefully]

Any of you thinking of trying that better cut it out now. If we're gonna rush her it should be as a group- use the rules to our advantage. I don't care what you have going on back home you think you have to get back to now- it doesn't mean a damn thing if you're dead!

[his tone is a bit harsher than usual, especially compared to his awkward concern over the weekend. Seeing another punishment is not sitting well]

[littlebratziska]

I-I'm not a fool! You know I'm trying to play within the bounds of this so called game, short of killing someone!

[scratchitti]

It's no good if we're not all on the same page though- and I'm not getting myself killed or mindwiped just because some of you little punks can't control yourselves!

[He seems surprised by his own vitriol, a small amount of shame crawling up to his face before he tucks it into his collar]

...sorry.

[littlebratziska]

[Her expression falls a little at that, almost resentful, almost sad, annoyance snapping under it.]

No one's on the same page, that's the problem here.

I don't think we can stop it, there's this, and... I've forgotten again, I think everyone has, I can't remember....

What's the point of this, anyway? There isn't any way to win this game, everyone is just losing.

[scratchitti]

I'm not going to lose... I refuse.

[He seems to realize how that makes him look- like in not losing he might try to WIN, and looks away. He wouldn't do that.

Right?]

I forgot something too. I feel like a different person already. Even if we don't kill each other she'll kill us by taking away everything that makes us us- But no way am I going to make it easy for her. You shouldn't either.

[littlebratziska]

I... I'm not going to kill someone. Besides, even if you did, you'd just....

I'm not playing. I'm not playing this game, even if it kills me, I can't.

There has to be another way. I thought... I thought that maybe....

Why us?

[scratchitti]

I'd end up like Cori. I know.

[But would that be the worst option? He shakes his head, refusing to think about it]

...you think she snatched us specifically for a reason?

[littlebratziska]

The way she died....

It was worse than what she did to Violet. I don't.... I don't think it hurts as much, to die from a blow to the head as it would to be cooked. Not even burned, just...

[She doesn't want to go further down this train of thought.]

I don't know! I feel like I don't know anything anymore. There are- there were so many of us from different worlds, and everyone is so different, and I... I don't know.