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dreamsland2014-09-25 11:39 pm
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day two - afternoon
![]() [As the day wears on into the afternoon, the dead aren't getting any deader. It's late in the afternoon, and the air is beginning to cool, when the chimes play again over the park loudspeaker. "All of us here at Dreamland wish you luck, guests! Let's meet up in the Hall of Mirrors!" Wherever you are, it's time to make your way over to the House of Horrors, where you'll have to brave the funhouse to find the room on the top floor. Don't delay, or your guest identification bracelet will begin beeping. The House of Mirrors is a large room, more than capable of fitting a crowd. Tall mirrors line every wall, and the door you entered through seems to vanish into a mirror as well. The mirrors give the impression that many, many more are among your number, standing in the background. In the back is a jar filled with blank raffle tickets. You'll have to take a ticket, write down a name, and place it back in the jar. Hopefully you already know who you're voting for, but if not, you only have time for a brief discussion before you're out of time. character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 10 PM EST on September 27. |
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But Kurapika is a kid, too. ]
It's not fine! It needs to be looked at as soon as possible...ah, I don't have anything much but a handkerchief...but we need to make sure no glass got into it...!
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[That's probably just the adrenaline's fault though.]
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[ he is OLDER THAN YOU and you will comply or so help him. ]
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By the way, I apologize for earlier. [Since Honey is helping him and all, now seems like a good time.]
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...It's okay. Yuya-chan had just...it was a stressful time for everyone. I'm sorry, too.
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Yuya... He didn't deserve that. [Kurapika glances at his hand. Really, he still wanted to hit something else. It wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough.]
But it feels like we aren't getting anywhere, and the people you think you can trust... You can't!