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7 DAYS REMAIN

Seven days remain. As the last day of the festival draws to a close, the only thing of interest to note for the week is how great everything has gone. Not a single attack has been reported...

But things have already been set alight inside the hearts of those chosen few who have received the app on their phones. For some, it's just the first bite of the apple. For others, it's been like shaking down an entire tree. Things are beginning to look...strange. Surely there are more burning questions on their minds by now.

The warning bells of the Nightly Curfew ring across the city. There's a faint hum from the phone this time before the icon appears. This time it displays a time: 1:00AM

The rest of the night is normal. Perhaps you've cuddled up with family, or you've gone to bed early to wait, but sure enough, time tick by right until 1 in the morning when....

You're back into that application again. A single question before you're even permitted to type anything else. And while it seems to be overwritten by something inside of you, it feels a lot more natural than before. Which is, truthfully...troubling.

WELCOME TO THE FINAL QUIZ!
Answer from the heart, the part of you that has been denied for far too long.

Is your life here a lie?
Yes | Definitely | Sure | I've had my doubts before, but yes | Hell Yes | There is no other conclusion | I wish I could deny it and live here peacefully but it's true.

Thank you...that will be all. Let us see what your heart blooms into...

Once you are done, you are tossed once more into the main chatroom. Now your user names are the names that you wrote down in the last survey, but with all those questions it's....hard not to think of them as your own. Maybe you'll be cursing at this device, but it looks like you're already deep down the rabbit hole by now.

[OOC: This is the final network post before Awakening. Users will now be able to speak of who they are in their AU life without the information being blocked by the application.

Additionally, while they will not get any new on their own, speaking with Luci might grant the Awakened more memories...be careful that they don't get more than they bargained for.]

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Luci: Most of you are still here in one piece? Good.

Luci: Only a week remains! I bet you're getting kinda excited about the entire thing, right?

Luci: I know I am!

Luci: I think you're mind can take a little more abuse now.

Luci: Let's have some fun.

Luci: Baby questions are over now.

Luci: Answer me this, little lambs...

Luci: Have you ever left this city?

Luci: Have you ever seen anyone leave this city that you know personally?

Luci: ^_-

Is your life here a lie?
Yes

[He hadn't meant to type anything. He's tired, he has to start thinking about school now that the festival is over, and he's fed up with the bullshit from this app.]

[He's tired, but this time his fingers fly over the keys, more from his own mind than... whatever had caused him to type that.]

If it's a lie, then what's the truth? It only makes sense there'd be truth.

But there's no reason for it to be a lie.

Of course I've left the city. I was adopted from a bit away.

[... Wasn't he?]

im from the suburbs
the hell is this crap
what are you pulling this shit for?

Luci: Are you really? When's the last time you remember leaving?

Luci: Right now my own amusement.

Luci: Besides if I told you everything and didn't let you discover it, what fun would that be?

Luci: Also your brains might explode.

Luci: That makes you a lot less useful.

.... Ah. It's you again, the one with the even stranger symbol.

I wasn't _born_ here, so of course I've left. I just haven't had a reason to go back since.

[ Even if she's... kind of struggling to remember her home's name, now. Oops. ]

It's been a while, but my brother and I have been busy with school things.

Many never leave their place of birth, but what you are saying is that such 'common knowledge' is perhaps false regarding this city?

of course i've left. i came from outside this city.

[His mind is racing, though, going through all of his various friends, acquaintances, not-so-friends, and anyone he knows. Everyone talks about vacation eventually, the various clubs dream of national events, people must come from abroad still to attend all of Eddan's festivals. Why, just last weekend they all...

So what is it that Luci is asking?]

what are you up to? luci.

[Luci, with a symbol no one else on this network has. He's seen that name here before, but never replied to it until now.]

I can't remember, but I must have, or at least, my family did. My parents immigrated here.

[... Didn't they? Why is he doubting it? Yoshio knows almost nothing about his parents, and yet he'd been certain of that. That had been a constant truth. He and his brother had grown up speaking both Japanese and the language in Eddan. But...]

You know something about why I'm doubting this. Don't you?

Is your life here a lie?

Yes

What exactly is that supposed to mean about our hearts blooming? Is this a pun about the Flower Blooming Festival that recently ended for the city?

None of that was locked like before.

Edited 2017-05-28 03:37 (UTC)

Is your life here a lie?
Hell Yes

[ Rommy stares at his phone, and then, rolling out of his bed, takes the five steps across the room to drop onto Lon's, deliberately pinning his legs.

Once his brother is no longer a flight risk, Rommy starts typing a frantic, furious message ]

okay this is too far
if it was ever funny it sure as hell isnt now

yeah well this shit sure isnt funny for anyone other then you

[ Rommy's hand tightens on his phone, trying to keep himself from tossing it across the room ]

okay so this week left thing

you gotta have a release date and can't just get it over with?

if this really turns out to be some kind of movie ad after all I'm gonna be disappointed

Is your life here a lie?
Hell Yes

[There's a bit of a dead-eyed stare at that before he continues on like nothing too weird has happened.]

okay I guess if I gotta type stuff I wasn't thinking too hard on, I'm going to do it with conviction, sure

Is your life here a lie?
There is no other conclusion.

[Another quiz. A simpler one this time, but one with no answers besides one. He remembers speaking with one of the Eligors on the subject.

"It feels like ... have you ever seen those funnel things, where you put a coin in and it spins around and around as it goes into the hole? There's one at the science museum.

It's more like we've been put in one of those."

And this interpretation had since become even more real. This question, with many answers and yet only one. They're getting to the bottom of that funnel.

Seven days remain.]

This name is like a pen name, or something. An alternate reading of my own name... it'd be clever, if it weren't so weird.

... Time didn't stop again, did it?

You managed to admit that much about your real name on here, something's changed regarding what we can say but I'm not certain yet how much.

I don't think time has stopped again. I still hear a clock ticking in my apartment.

I haven't noticed time stopping, no. My computer clock's still working.

I guess all there is is to experiment.

And -- okay. Good.

[He hasn't looked outside. Rather than doing something productive, Yoshio has curled tighter into the blanket, ducking entirely beneath it.]

I guess it doesn't matter. It came back before.

Edited 2017-05-28 03:41 (UTC)

[ This time, she hadn't slept through it. She'd been awake since before midnight, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for what she guessed (-hoped, knew-) would come. Another headache, and another piece to the puzzle.

Only... no odd vision, this time. Only a single question. And for once, she doesn't hate her answer. ]

Is your life here a lie?
There is no other conclusion.

The hallucinations can't be coincidence. I thought at first, perhaps it was just stress, but... I can't pretend it's so simple. Why would all of us, from these different walks of life, all be magically ill at the same time? All of us getting these odd headaches, the phone app, these stupid _names_ that feel like something important-

What's _happening_ to us? How can we stop it?

... Can we, before it's too late?

[Ciro ends up staring at the screen for a long while before answering at all.]

I'm dreading it, actually. We haven't gotten any answers at all.

Although speaking of which- that last contract promised services, didn't it? If I answer yours, will you answer two of my own questions?

Yeah. My phone, too. That was kind of a stupid question, but I haven't looked out the window.

I don't know. This is all so weird.

Is your life here a lie?
There is no other conclusion.

[And, as is quickly becoming commonplace with this particular Astaroth, with Chikusa Kakimoto, there's a pause before any other response comes.]

There's too much going on here that can't be blamed on just stress, or an app that's badly put together, or anything else. I don't know the answers yet, but this is too complicated.

Whose memories are these? Because that's what they feel like- memories. But they're not mine. That's what I want to say, logically.

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