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[alteracion]

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weekend 0, sunday

[alteracion]

[ in the common room, grace is sitting somewhere with a drink, and looks up when she sees endorsi enter ]

So what's your sin?

[ someone thinks this is a little funny and shouldn't ]

[fisherwoman]

[She's sitting on a couch, scrolling through her phone, but she looks over to Grace when she speaks.]

Wrath!

[She doesn't have much trouble admitting that, holding up her hand with the two red swords.]

And yours? Did you get to meet them?

[alteracion]

[ she raises her own gloved hand, the purple scales glowing through her glove on the left ]

Greed. They weren't part of the welcoming committee, but it's not like we need them for anything.

[fisherwoman]

Hopefully they'll be more helpful in the future, but if they're only here to explain the guidelines, maybe we shouldn't hold our breath.

[She tilts her head.]

Do you think you'll talk to them anyways?

w0, tuesday.

[fisherwoman]

[i'm saying this is before the mini event for reasons

But when she wanders into the rec room, she sees Grace on the DDR machine - and while she's seen it, she doesn't know how it works yet, so she blinks.]

...What are you supposed to do?

[Something about her tone suggests that she doesn't really like having to ask questions like that. Why can she not just immediately know everything without needing help!! But it's fine, probably.]

[alteracion]

[ that's fine im not sure grace isnt eaten by an alligator in the mini-event yet

but she turns to look at endorsi and keeps dancing while doing so, because i wrote skills dancing and i MEANT it ]

This? It's easy. Just press on the matching arrows on the floor when they show up on the screen! Wanna give it a shot?

[fisherwoman]

[She thinks about it for a few moments, but:]

...Well, it can't hurt. It sounds simple.

[alteracion]

It's a game, it's fun.

week 0, friday

[alteracion]

[ where is endorsi. who knows, they are in the void of space ]

I don't know about you, but I'm not a big fan of getting updated on people's living status by text.

[fisherwoman]

It's annoying that they didn't come meet us to tell us... And that they won't answer us now.

[Even so, she shrugs.]

Still, I guessed this would happen sooner or later.

[alteracion]

This isn't the way I thought it might happen. [ like, did she expect them to be in danger? yes. but: ] Something messed with our heads.

[fisherwoman]

...You mean how we fell asleep out of nowhere?

week 1, saturday

[alteracion]

[ here we are in the void

no i'm kidding it's the kitchen, grace is looking down the drain to make sure there isn't a garbage disposal ]

[fisherwoman]

[Peering inside...]

Find something interesting?

[alteracion]

Confirmation that we don't have a garbage disposal?

[fisherwoman]

...I doubt he would have fit in there, anyways.

[She wrinkles her nose.]

week 2, monday

[alteracion]

[ welcome to HELL. just kidding it's a garden/biodome???? and grace is crouched down looking at some of the weirder looking flowers when she notices endorsi ]

This is pretty much the only decent new area this week, right?

[fisherwoman]

Well, the—

[She starts to say something, but as soon as she looks towards Grace, it's as if they're in a different place and time.

From the angles at which you see everything in this memory, it's clear that you're a child. It begins outside a mansion - your new home. You're scared and you're lonely, and you can't go home to see your parents. While that thought brings a note of pain, of grief, you make your way into the home. There's no room for you; you haven't earned one yet. As you walk down the halls, the staff and the other girls look at you, the newcomer, as though they don't know what to expect yet.

When you make your way to the training grounds, as you're expected to every day from now on, you lose the fight against the girl you're assigned to within minutes. It happens with the second fight that day, and the third. It happens with every fight that day. It happens for weeks, and it's not the worst part. Every day after your training, you shuffle towards the dining hall, where they give you what you've earned for the day. With the way you've been placing, it's not much. They hand you a small piece of stale bread and point you to your spot on the floor, where you'll eat. You haven't earned the right to eat at the table, or be served the kind of meals the girls sitting at the table eat. After all, your new family is trying to raise a Princess - a girl strong and capable enough to be chosen by the King, an honor that will undoubtedly raise their family name. What use do they have for a girl who can't even win a single fight?

But every night, while you sit there and eat the scraps they've given you, watching your sisters eating their luxurious meals, you wonder what it's like. You're hungry and you're cold, sitting alone down here with the stale bread you've been handed. You wonder what it's like to be sitting where they are, and you wish—

The memory ends, and Endorsi moves backwards like she's been struck.]

[alteracion]

[ giving a little bit of a break between immediately sharing memories so that grace can be properly... she doesn't know what to feel. it's voyeuristic, seeing someone's painful, personal memories, especially since she's not close to endorsi. not to mention--

not to mention, it's an awful one. who'd do that to a child? to multiple children? she doesn't know how to react so instead she just flounders ]

I-- I'm sorry. [ it's reflexive, from seeing something she shouldn't have. ] I...

[ but, i mean, i said a bit of a break, so before grace can settle on what to say, it's her turn.

The setting is a lavish room, and you're staring at yourself in the mirror as you attempt to put on lipstick. Nothing you're wearing fits, but it's fine. You just want to dress up and look like your mother. Your hair is straight like hers, and the pearls are nice. You had to kneel on the seat to be able to look at yourself in the vanity properly. You hear your mother before you see her:

"Oh no, Grace. Look at you!"

She sounds annoyed already, but you still turn back with a grin. "I wanted to try a different look!" You're hoping if she notices how much you look like her, she'll...

But she snaps back "We're hosting Ambassador Morris tonight!", like it means anything. She's sighing and holding her hand to her head like you've given her a headache. She snaps out the name of your carer, and there's been so many it blurs in your mind. You don't look at either of them as she says that she doesn't have time for this and tells Julie (Molly? Susan? Who cares.) to bring you to a movie. You take off her hat off, looking down. You thought it looked pretty. You thought she would have liked it. Why wouldn't she like it? It's her stuff. Why won't she ever just--



it's grace's turn to wince. it's such a nothing memory, compared to what she just saw. she feels .... guilty? her heart still beats too hard. ]

We don't have to talk about this.

w3, thursday.

[fisherwoman]

[She doesn't want to interrupt her rest, but... She does want to see how Grace is doing before curfew starts, so she's heading to the medbay before the doors have a chance to lock, peering in once she's there.

How does she seem?]

[alteracion]

[ she seems alright! she's holding herself a little stiffly and clearly not planning to stay much longer in the medbay, since she was on her way out, so she just stops in front of endorsi ]

Oh. Hi.

[fisherwoman]

[...]

What are you in a hurry for?

week 4, saturday

[alteracion]

[ grace is just. sitting somewhere. calmer now than at the end of trial? she has only one thing to say to anyone approaching her. ]

I hate this place.

[fisherwoman]

Ha... Well, you've certainly earned it!

[please save grace]

Congratulations doesn't seem quite right, but... I'm glad she couldn't go through with it, at least.

[alteracion]

Yeah. Me too.

[ like, you hope you'd get a chance to stab back, but who knows what misa is capable of! since grace would not have bet on murder before two days ago!! ]