day seven - afternoon

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dreamland day seven 15 players remaining. [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. rulebook character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 10 PM EST on October 10. Voting

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[fanbase]

Do you know what it's like to go around living in someone else's shadow? To never be worthy enough because you always have to prove yourself to someone?!

All my life I've just wanted to fit in somewhere and for once... I thought that could happen here, but half of you can't even admit your own hypocrisy. At least I can admit I did something terrible and I'm not looking for any sympathy! So many of you are going to leave here thinking you're heroes when you're not. None of us are!

[murimurimuri]

And now it's a righteous crusade against hypocrites? In that case I guess you really should be the first one on the chopping block, since you could have saved that Fey girl if you'd bothered to save us the dramatics. And even now, you're wasting our time.

Let me put it this way: If you actually care about the lives of the people around you instead of what they think about you, you'll sit down, shut your trap, and let the rest of us figure out who we think is a VIP so maybe we can make it out of this hellhole alive.

[fanbase]

Stop telling me what to do! I'm a capable here as any of you are and I'm not gonna be quiet just because you asked me!

[ Now she's just sounding like a petulant child who hates being called a child. ]

If you wanna figure out who else is a VIP, fine, but I have as much right to talk as you all do!

[uncoincidental]

You forfeited that right after Maya died because you were being selfish.

[She was trying to stay quiet... but she couldn't let that one pass... sorry Clash.]

[foetida]

[The first part of that comment strikes just a little too close to home for her, enough to get her to snap.]

I've had enough!

[And here comes Nanami's hand to strike against Clash's cheek hard if she's not fast enough to dodge or catch her arm.]

Nobody here thinks they're a hero, except maybe that perverted brat with the weird costume! You think any of us are happy about what we've done? We're all just trying to survive! If you'd kept your mouth shut because you wanted to live, I wouldn't blame you. But I told you already that if you wanted to die, then I'd make it happen! And instead you dragged this whole thing out for - for information that can't even help us escape from here! And now Maya's dead because you couldn't just tell us what we needed to know earlier!

[fanbase]

[ She surprisingly doesn't expect the slap so she's thrown for a loop. Clash has to balance herself so she doesn't fall and make even more of a complete idiot out of herself. Her hand goes to her cheek, eyes watering, but not because of the pain.

She's shocked, there's no doubt about that, which means the first words that come out of her mouth are: ]

You— I can't believe you just did that!

[foetida]

You said you didn't want any sympathy, right? So I'm giving you what you asked for! If you keep making me angry, I'll do it again!

[fanbase]

So you decided to slap me? After all that talk about blowing me up?!

[ She's still rubbing the side of her face, incredulous. ]

[foetida]

How is being slapped worse than being blown up?

[fanbase]

It's not, that's my point! I'm just confused.

You were threatening blowing me up me earlier, but now you decided to slap me when you could have just ended my life right here? Why?

[foetida]

Because--!

[She crosses her arms and huffs, glaring at the wall behind Clash.]

Because even though you're annoying and you risked someone's life for this stupid speech, you didn't actually kill anyone. You're going to die because you asked for it and the rest of us want to survive, not because you made me angry. The only people I really hate are the ones who stuck us in this stupid game in the first place. I'm not going to let you distract me from that, you're nowhere near on their level.

[fanbase]

What...?

[ Color Clash surprised. She's not sure what to say other than that. She takes a step back, her forehead creasing in confusion. The response is nothing what she expects, especially from a girl who just slapped her. ]

After... all I did today? You don't hate me after all that?! But I— I thought that...

[foetida]

Don't get me wrong, I didn't say we were friends or anything!

[What she would say, if she were a more introspective and considerate person, is that she gets it. She gets living in someone's shadow and never being able to surpass them, she gets not having any real friends who like you for who you are instead of your status or your brother, she gets screaming out at the world before it can hurt you first. Honestly, if she were in Clash's shoes, she's not sure if she would have confessed at all.

But she's Nanami, so she's not going to say any of that.]

You were an idiot, but if I wasted time hating all the idiots here, I wouldn't have any left for the people who deserve it. And at least you didn't keep silent after you figured it out.

[fanbase]

[ She tries to form her words better and ignores the throbbing pain in her cheek. Clash listens, letting her hand fall to her side. ]

I thought it'd be fair to let everyone know. As fair as this whole thing can get, but... thanks. I really do want this to end as much as everyone else does.