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TDM #1

➥ Arrival

(cw: potential for severe disorientation/vertigo, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, body horror)

It happens in the blink of an eye. You may have been asleep. You may not have. You may have stepped through a door or turned a corner. You may have seen a flicker of something at the corner of your vision and turned to look. Or maybe you didn't.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you find yourself somewhere entirely new and entirely unfamiliar. The arrival point is not always the same. (If you're lucky, it might be a canteen or an open office. If you're not, well... you aren't claustrophobic, are you? Or arachnophobic. These ducts do seem to be a bit cobwebby.) There is no one waiting for you but you don’t seem to be alone, either. Even in a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, you’ll find at least one person who seems to be just as out of place as you are.

If characters have arrived in a location devoid of NPCs, they may want to work together to figure out what is going on... or to avoid their 'kidnappers.' If you’ve arrived in the middle of the entry foyer or the gym, there may well be a few people who startle a bit at your arrival and try to approach (or discreetly leave the room... where are they going?). Will you cooperate or fight? Do you even understand what they're saying? You might need to find a translator, if you’re not immediately willing to follow a stranger.

After characters follow their new hosts (or are forcibly taken in) there will be a limited tour and the chance to settle in at the ADI-provided housing. (Do you enjoy living with strangers? Well. It's a new situation to navigate, anyway.)

➥ Sticks and Stones

(cw: hallucination, potential mind-control)

Weird things happen in Dogtown, everyone knows it. The Apocalypse Disruption Initiative (ADI) is not above taking advantage of that to test out the waters for its newest arrivals. They're not looking to send anyone to their death, though. That's far too much paperwork, you'd been assured with a wink from the employee who'd directed you to the park trailhead. You've been left with another person. Maybe they're a new arrival, as well, or a more seasoned 'veteran.' Either way, you're together for the next while and you've been asked to find and record any paranormal activity in the park. You have your phones and any other equipment you might have brought with you. Those who succeed in documenting anything peculiar will receive a $100 reward to be used as they see fit.

This month, there seems to be something odd afoot with the stones around the park. Instead of the questionably useful advice they offer, there is, instead, something embarrassingly or horrifically true about you carved into the stone. Trying to show your companion or gauge their reaction will net nothing; they will simply see their own truth. It's only when you admit to what's on the stone that it seems to become visible to others or any camera in your possession.

Take a picture. The least you deserve for the trouble is some money.

➥ I Will Survive

"We'll have others with you, but all of you will be out on your own for missions, so to speak," the ADI employee who had led you down to the underground training facility explained. "You'll need to have some basic skills. Even if you're not going out soon or ever… it's safer to know these things."

Basic skills, in this case, appear to mean survival and weapons training. The room you've been brought to on Floor B3 below ADI Headquarters is a massive, underground gym, and there are sections set up for various skills practice. One side of the gym is dedicated to fighting: bare-knuckles, wrestling, knives, and tasers are all out on display. There are also a few guns, but those are reserved for people who can prove they can manage the other weapons first. The other side has areas for fire-making, building a shelter, navigating without a phone, supply preparation, cooking, and basic first-aid. Through a side door, there's also a small pool where people are being taught the basics of swimming.

Any or all of these skills would be useful in a dangerous situation, and there aren't enough native ADI employees to cover training for all of them. If you show that you're proficient with something, you'll be asked to man one of the areas to assist in training others. If you're at a loss and looking lost, you will be pushed toward whatever skills practice area is physically closest to you, whether you wanted to learn anything about that or not. Best make the most of it… and try not to kill anyone or burn anything down.

Even those who have refused ADI Housing and taken themselves to Bonnie's Flophouse will find that they're welcome for this training under the strict understanding that no supernatural abilities will be used. Bonnie will have informed them of it and helped them get to ADI to ensure they learn some of the things they might need to survive... and also just to bond with the people they'll be working with for the foreseeable future.

➥ Shifting Perspective

(cw: body horror, implication of near-drowning, violence, potential for blood, gore, drowning, death)

The beaches around Gloucester are numerous and varied with reported supernatural activity at many, if not most of them. For those working with ADI, they'll receive the direction in a mass email from Reyes Amador, the assistant to the Head of ADI. For those not technically working at ADI, Bonnie will provide the same information.

All,

We have received reports of strange noises and sightings at Coffin Beach. Please take at least one other person and investigate. A $300 bonus will be offered to those who bring back evidence of the source of these reports.

Take Care of Yourselves,
Reyes

Those who head to Coffin Beach will find that the sand beneath their feet squeaks softly with each step, like the faint sound of a poorly-maintained hinge protesting their movements. It makes stealth especially difficult, and those who wish to maintain their cover would do well to stay farther up into the vegetation and off the beach, itself. There aren't any houses out this way, just coastal marshes, the beach, and some higher ground with low-growing shrubs, tall grasses, and thin trees.

For the patient, those who wait for night to fall, they will be rewarded when they hear the sound of someone crying. Searching the beach, they will be able to spot a young person who appears to have washed up in a kayak on the beach. The young person is visibly injured in some way with blood coming out of them. Those who approach cautiously may get the sense that there is something not quite right about this person. Man or woman, their face is too long, their angles too sharp.

There is something wrong. It's not the injury.

There is something very wrong with what this person is.

They will not respond to any calls or move from where they lie, half-submerged in the surf. Anyone who approaches within a few feet will discover they're not nearly as helpless as they seem to be, though. The person will burst from the water with a powerful thrust, attempting to tackle anyone nearby and bite them. The person's face transforms into a long, fanged maw, trying to rip and tear and drag their prey into the ocean with them, away from any safety.

➥ Mod Notes

ARRIVAL: Two people will always arrive in the same general location together. Arrivals occur throughout the early month, not all on the same day or in the same place. Arrivals are not naturally fluent in English/other languages immediately upon arrival. Characters may attempt to evade capture, but they will eventually be snagged before they can leave the building. Please refer to the Arrival page for details regarding the arrival and onboarding process.
STICKS AND STONES: If so desired, to facilitate CR, characters may feel themselves compelled to ask about the stones when they see their truth written on it. Resisting the compulsion will become more and more difficult as time goes on.
I WILL SURVIVE: Characters may be students or trainers in this scenario. They might be able to get away with small displays of supernatural abilities if they want to risk it and if they find themselves with the necessary reserves of power. Anything significant will have them immediately removed and asked not to return to ADI for a few days.
SHIFTING PERSPECTIVE: Characters may fight off, capture, or kill the creature. If they successfully capture it and bring it back to ADI (or call for someone to come and do that for them), they will receive a significant monetary bonus beyond the promised $300 for their work. If characters successfully kill and document the kill, they will also receive the bonus and instructions to push the body out to sea. If a character is taken by the creature, they will be killed. Please bear in mind that if a character dies in the TDM prompt, they are dead. A different version who doesn't have TDM memories may be apped in their place.
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1) ARRIVAL ♥ HELP ME OUT OF BED!

[It happens ridiculously fast. One moment, Sayori is experiencing the inscrutable pain of deletion, something she knew and expected but which is nonetheless miserable and terrifying. One moment, someone at ADI headquarters is opening a drawer of their desk to retrieve some supply or another, simply trying to get through their work day.

The next, the drawer is falling out of the desk with a loud CLANG accompanied by a girlish yelp of pain and a shout of alarm from the employee.]

Ow ow ow...!

[And there's Sayori, spilled out of the drawer with a coral Switch Lite in her hands and currently crumpled on the floor, contemplating where the sharp edges of the metal drawer caught her on the way out. The next sound out of her is a nonverbal whine as she rolls over onto her back, still clutching the handheld to her chest and squeezing her eyes shut like this is the worst pain she's ever experienced.

It's not, of course. In fact, it's more disorienting for not being the worst pain she's ever experienced. A wobbly laugh escapes her before she even comes to grips with existing somewhere again, the easy reflex of a deeply-ingrained coping mechanism.] Ahaha...! Wow, I'm still as clumsy as ever, huh?

2) STICKS & STONES ♥ IT'S A SECRET.

[Sayori certainly doesn't seem like the type who's observant enough for fieldwork like this, judging by her spacey expression and her easily-distracted disposition as the willing new arrivals make their way out to the trail. She's eager to point out plants and bugs that she's never seen before (which are many, considering where she came from) and wants to stop to look at stuff fairly often, excited even by the trivial things.

Outwardly, her reaction to the rocks isn't that different from everything else she's been seeing. At first, she assumes this is just what they're supposed to say; it's only once she's seen a few that she realizes how targeted they are. Weak. Selfish. Liar. You killed them. You gave up.

You're not even real.

An easygoing laugh, which serves to mask and shake out some of the tension that gathers suddenly in her shoulders as she reads what's carved into the rock. Nothing compels her to ask. She just puts it out there, easy as anything:] Geez, these rocks are super mean, huh?

[It's both a rhetorical question and not. Her grin is good-humored, her gaze focused on her companion, but she's watching them much more closely than it seems for any indication that they suspect these things are about her. Despite herself, her stomach has tied itself in knots; still, she smiles, like she always does.]

3) I WILL SURVIVE ♥ COME OUT AND PLAY?

A - [The training area is overwhelming for Sayori, who would just be a normal high school girl if not for the obvious. With as lost as she looks, she's quickly ushered over to the combat area just for something to do. Always open to trying new things, Sayori makes an effort to muster some excitement as she regards the weapons, but...the idea of having to use them for real makes her really uncomfortable. Even though she pulled the trigger on her own universe — on her own friends — deleting files is a far cry from holding a physical weapon in your hands.

She laughs nervously, turning to the nearest person — be they instructor, student, or bystander.] I dunno... I don't want to hurt anyone. You wanna go check out the camping stuff instead?

[Encourage her to try the combat lessons, or join her on her quest not to beat people up? It's up to you!]

B - [Or perhaps you find her after she inevitably finds her way to a less daunting station: building a shelter. While this is something she clearly has no experience with (judging by the way she's absorbing info and techniques from the experts around her,) her eyes sparkle with excitement as she experiments with various ways to construct sturdy bindings for the materials provided. Her fingers bear some scrapes and nicks from her clumsiness, but all the same, their movements are confident.

As she sits back on her heels and admires her handiwork, she declares:] This is so fun! It's like an art project!

4) WILDCARD ♥ BUT I TRUST YOU TOO.

[Got another idea? Go for it! Or feel free to hit me up at ceesawaseesaw if you'd like to hash something out first. Sayori is very curious and adventurous, and can be encountered pretty much anywhere, especially in the various training areas trying to learn new stuff!]

[Mercy lifts a brow and smirks. She's a young woman in a plain brown dress with green sleeves and black stockings. Atop her dark hair, she wears white cloth to signify her status as a novitiate.]

Sturdier than an art project if you don't want leaking or blowing over in a stiff wind. You done much traveling out in the forest and yon?

[While the white headdress certainly strikes Sayori as familiar, it's not the iconic full habit of a nun, and she doesn't have enough knowledge of things outside of faux-Japan to realize what it means. It looks cute, though!

Sayori laughs, as if the other young lady has just told a very funny joke.] No way, not me! I don't know anything about this stuff.

I like arts and crafts, though! [She holds up the sticks she's just bound to offer an easier look. The roughage she's used to tie them is thick, and the knot surprisingly sturdy.]

[She's sort of adorable, isn't she? Mercy's mind trails back to a much littler girl, one who'd fancied herself a pirate and loved to build her own props for that. She'd also been excellent with knots.]

You got the makings of a fine artisan and a decent shelter-builder with that. They got fancier things than I'm used to here... makes it all a little easier. Reckon we can get you up to snuff if you're willing to work at it together.

My name's Sister Mercy. May the spring bring life to you and yours.

[As Mercy goes on, Sayori's eyes gradually grow wider, her attention rapt as she digests the word choice and accent of her new acquaintance. Sister Mercy, that registers as something of note too. And she's said something pertinent to the current activity, but the thing is that Sayori is very easily distracted, and her current distraction is:] Whoooa, that was so poetic! "May the spring bring life to you and yours..." So pretty!

[Is that just how they talk where Mercy is from? Very cool, if so.] My name's Sayori! Uh... [Her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she tries to come up with fitting tidings to match.] May the rainclouds...no, wait. May the rains...water your crops...and let your flowers bloom? Yeah!

[A decisive nod and a satisfied smile. Nailed it.]

[Mercy's grin widens for a moment.] That's a mighty fine greeting, Ms. Sayori. I'll have to let the other Sisters at the temple know it when I get back.

[Because she'll obviously be going back home. It doesn't occur to Mercy to worry otherwise. They just have to figure out why they're being brought, then turn it around and head the other way. Simple as that!]

You familiar with the Sisters of the Spring Tide?

[She has yet to meet anyone who might try to respond to her greetings with something similar back. Maybe there's hope!]

[Sayori's cheeks go faintly pink at the praise and she laughs again, brushing aside a bit of her hair with some embarrassment.] Ehehe... Thanks. I'm sorry, though, I don't know anything about that. I just thought it'd be nice to say hi the way you did!

[Sisters, though. She introduced herself as Sister Mercy. Suddenly something clicks. And this being Sayori, as soon as that occurs to her, she asks innocently for clarification.] Is that your, uh... [There's half a beat as she tries to think of the correct phrase.] Religious order?

[That's what "Sister" usually means in this context, right?]

It is! [She brightens.] Well, it's gonna be, anyway. I'm in training now, but in a year or two, once I got all my marks done and I been to the Southern Shores for my pilgrimage, I'm gonna be a cleric.

[Mercy lifts her chin.]

I... don't rightly know how being here is gonna affect that. But if I'm still training with herbs and praying to the Spring Tide, that'll count, right?

[She's fiddling with some of the supplies that have been set out, attention drawn to the tarp that's unlike any material she's ever seen or worked with.]

[When Monika hears that voice, a voice she would recognize anywhere, some terrible part of her wants to run away. She hardly understands why she's here; Monika isn't ready to try and work out the implications of Sayori being here too. But Monika has realized by now that she's attached to the game console she'd arrived hanging onto, and she can't see beyond this new place she's in. It could all still be real. If it's real, and Sayori is here too--

Well, Monika already knew she'd been awful. She'd decided, when she'd gotten here, that this was a place where she could be better. If she runs, she's giving up on that. She has no idea what this conversation is going to be like, or what Sayori's last experiences were. But she has to do it anyway, right? Sayori is her friend.]

Did you hurt yourself? [A reasonable enough question, Monika thinks. Neutral ground. Being stuck in a drawer can't have been comfortable. She's not sure if the way she's sure can feel her heart pounding is psychosomatic or not.]

[If Sayori were to keep her eyes closed, she could pretend that she's back in the clubroom. She's back in the clubroom and she's just stumbled over something in the closet, and Monika is coming to check on her, because that's what the President does. They take care of their members.

That's the only way this makes sense. Because if that's not what's going on, then hearing Monika's voice means that she's here too. And that can't be right. They're both— they should both be dead. Deleted. Gone. However you'd like to refer to their existence, neither of them should be here. Especially not together, not after everything.

Sayori's throat tightens, as does her grip on the Switch which she has so gracelessly commandeered from the employee whose desk she fell out of. She laughs again, because she's worried that if she doesn't laugh, she might cry instead; it's strained, but that could just be because she's still rattled from falling out of a drawer. She makes no move to get up and complains the way she normally would.] It's not my fault, it was this desk! The drawers aren't big enough!

[Sayori laughs like she always laughs, maybe a little strained, but still almost like nothing has gone wrong. It's like they're back in the clubroom. But that's the last place Monika wants to be, even if her thoughts betray her again with the idea that it would be easier there, that she'd know what to do. But no, if she was back there right now, she still wouldn't have any clue.]

Not for a person, no. [She's trying for her usual poise, but there's a small but persistent crack, a wobble of awful unease in her voice.] They said people were showing up all over the building, but I didn't think they meant it this literally.

[Of course, Monika hasn't even been here a full day, herself. She hardly knows anything about anything here.]

[Monika knows, of course, that Sayori isn't as dumb as she often acts. Perhaps Monika's vicelike grip on the shreds of her own composure would fool someone less attentive to the emotions of others, or someone who doesn't know her as well. If they did notice, perhaps someone else would chalk up the nervous crack in her voice to the anxiety of the overall situation — of finding herself in a new strange place when she shouldn't be anywhere anymore.

But that's not Sayori. And they both know that.

So not only does she clock it as instinctively as she breathes, in almost the same moment, she puts together what it likely means. Monika has no reason to be uneasy around Sayori unless she remembers what she did. The realization carves a cold pit of dread into Sayori's stomach, which is a funny feeling in the body of an electrical ghost.

The real question is: does Monika remember what Sayori did?

Holding the Switch to her chest with one hand, she uses the other to finally push herself up to a sitting position (giving her the excuse to hide her face with a bow of her head as she shifts around.) The whine in her own voice serves to mask the slight crack in it.] Nobody would be able to fit in there! Why did I— who's "they?"

[As overwhelmed by Monika's proximity as she is, it is totally lost on Sayori that she's in an office with employees who are now buzzing around trying to orient the various arrivals. The employee to which the desk belongs has left, maybe to ask about the policy on technoghost-possessed personal items.]

[Monika's eyes flicker to the Switch Sayori is clinging to. Of course Sayori would need to have something like that, too. Does Sayori realize? Monika's memories don't go beyond her own deletion, those painful moments where she really understood how awful she'd been, when she'd used the last of her grip on life to bring back everyone else. That horrific insight Monika had gained should have died with her, and that would mean Sayori would have no reason to believe that console is important. But what can Monika say? "You're inside that machine, don't lose it?" If there's a way to handle this delicately, it isn't that.]

The ADI. Officially they're Apex Detectives, Inc., but supposedly they're also the Apocalypse Disruption Initiative. It's a bit like we're in one of Yuri's books.

[And Monika feels strange about bringing up Yuri, but the comparison is the quickest way she can think of to explain what little she knows of this baffling situation.]

[Hearing Yuri's name out of Monika's mouth elicits a painful, burning cocktail of emotion. Promiment sadness complemented with nostalgia, with a twist of fondness and the bitter aftertaste of anger. She feels some weak inkling to ask how Monika could invoke Yuri's name after what she did, but she doesn't have the heart to commit to nastiness like that, even though it might be warranted.

Instead, a different flavor of bitterness sneaks out, though it's masked with the saccharine rim of sugar that Sayori puts on everything.] Ahaha! We'd better not be!

[It could just be a joke on the usual content of Yuri's books, dark as they tend to be. It's not, but it could be.

She doesn't elaborate, or even linger on it long enough to leave room for doubt as to whether it's really about their shared existential crisis. She just pushes forward the way she always does, master of conversation that she is. With the force of her joke, she's even able to put on a smile as she looks up at Monika, though it's disconcertingly hard to read beyond the simple politeness with which you'd smile at a stranger.] So you got here before me, huh? Guess it was my turn to be late, ehehe. How long have you been here?

[There's something odd about Sayori's tone, about the way she says they'd better not be in one of Yuri's books. It's odd because Monika thinks she agrees with that unspoken sentiment, and not just because of the often horrific nature of Yuri's preferred fantasy fiction. But that's obviously what Sayori means, that it would be bad because it would be scary. Monika is the one who thinks it would be bad because it would be another fiction. She can't push her own emotions onto Sayori like that after everything else Monika did.]

I got here last night. It was a little scary, showing up in the dark... [It was baffling, showing up anywhere at all.] So I don't really know much more than you! But once the ADI realizes someone new has showed up, they tell you a little about what's going on. I'm sure they'll do a better job of it than me.

Hm?

[The boy she turns to looks like he'd been deep in thought. He might be only a year or two older than her, but the sweatervest-and-khakis combo might make him look older, or might just make him look like a nerd. Either way, for a moment, he looks very tired, one gloved hand brought to his lips as he casts his gaze around the room of weapons before hearing the voice next to him.

I don't want to hurt people. He almost laughs. Everyone wants to hurt people, deep down. That's just human nature. He's careful to keep that cynical observation to himself, though, and doesn't let it tinge his smile as he tilts his head to take in the younger girl.]

You're welcome to do so, of course, but... well, I think there's a certain value in learning to defend yourself, don't you? Someone here certainly seems to think that we'll be in danger.

[While the overall image does clock to her as nerd, she couldn't judge too harshly, even if she were the type to judge. The thick sweatervest of her winter uniform isn't much better. (Is that just part of her body now, she wonders? She really hopes not. She has no idea how this projection functions yet.)

The corners of Sayori's mouth turn down in a thoughtful frown at his words. She looks back to the weapons, contemplative.] I guess... I mean, I don't want anyone to have to rescue me if I get into trouble or anything...

[Still, there's obvious reluctance in her voice. With neutral curiosity, she reaches out and picks up one of the knives. As she evaluates the weight of it in her hand, she thinks of Yuri with a twinge of sadness that she doesn't let show in her expression.] I dunno where to start, though. I've never done anything like this before.

In my experience, it's best not to rely on others to rescue you.

[It's said bluntly, but not unkindly. He mirrors her, picking up a knife with a loose grip. Knives were more Ren's specialty than his, but he does know the basics, learning them if only to learn how to counter his rival's strengths.

He sets the knife down and instead picks up a taser, checking it over before offering it to her.]

If you're feeling hesitant, perhaps something less potentially lethal is a good start. Unless you're certain you can land a killing blow, you risk having your own weapon turned against you.

[In my experience, he says. That says a lot, most of it sad, but now isn't the time to pry open the wounds of a stranger. She notes it and lets the comment pass without even a rebuttal (she's sure someone would come to rescue her; the issue is simply of her not wanting them to.)

Frown deepening, she sets down the knife quickly, not wanting to linger on...many aspects of what was just said, but especially the persistent reminder of Yuri. She jokes, self-effacing:] I'm not certain about any of this, so that's probably a good idea, haha.

[Carefully, she takes the taser from his hand and turns it over a few times, studying the mechanisms of it. As she does, something suddenly occurs to her: this thing produces an electrical shock, and this body is some kind of weird hologram. This may be more dangerous if turned against her than the knife.

Well. He doesn't have to know that. It's fine for now.

She turns her head up toward him and offers a smile, as genuinely friendly as ever.] You seem like you know a lot about this stuff. Do you do martial arts or something?

[This is her best age-appropriate guess for why he would know these things...]

[He hums, flicking his gaze over her appraisingly, noting her haste in setting down the knife and her self-effacing laughter. Ren would know the right thing to say here, he's certain: just the right mix of wit and charm to put this girl at ease.

But comforting someone has never been one of his strengths, so he just lets it pass, instead just nodding and giving her one of the smiles he'd practiced for television interviews, the kind that's meant to project experience and some measure of charisma, tempered by a touch of deliberate, faux-embarrassment.]

Something like that. I worked alongside the police, for a time, so I picked up a few things.

[It's not exactly a lie. Just running somewhat parallel to the truth.]

Ohhhh. [With realization and understanding. Yeah, that makes sense. Though do they really let teens work with the police...? That sounds like the plot of an anime.] Wow, you must be really smart! [Or a main character or something. There's real amazement in her voice nonetheless, her eyes gone a little wide with it.

She continues with some laughter, which has less of the self-deprecating note in it this time:] I was just in a literature club, so we definitely didn't train for anything like this there! But if we ever have to save the world by writing poems, I'll totally be a hero.

[This is a patently ridiculous possibility, but the gusto with which she says it suggests that she doesn't think it's impossible.]

[Haha yes, he is the main character, thank you for noticing, Sayori?? Friendship ended with everyone else, now Sayori is his new best friend.]

Well, I suppose I must have proven myself, [is all he says, as much as he hates it. Yes, he is fucking smart; it wasn't enough to be a teenage celebrity, he had to maintain top grades, manage his image, be believable and popular. "Smart" doesn't even begin to fucking cover it. Maybe it's that irritation that keeps his smile from being quite as cheery as he's trying to project, a hint of weariness seeping into the set of his eyes.

But, he has to remind himself, there's no point making enemies by being rude to people who don't know the real him.]

They do say the pen is mightier than the sword, after all, [he jokes instead of giving a genuine answer, bringing his hand to his chin in faux-contemplation.] But perhaps it would be best not to put that to the test, haha.

He's already been keeping an eye on the younger people here. There are so many. Some of them seem eerily capable when it comes to the weapons and the fighting, but others, like Sayori--well. He's been keeping an even closer eye on the kids like her.

Gil casually made his way over to the station as she was shuffled along, perusing the handguns and watching her out of the corner of his eye. When she speaks up, he can't help but step in.

"Good idea," he says, gesturing for her to take the lead. "It's even more important to keep yourself safe than it is to be able to fight someone."

Good idea? Huh. She wasn't expecting to be told she had a good idea at this point, considering how clueless she is about this whole "saving the world" thing they're apparently tasked with.

Her grin goes a little wider at the reassurance and she clenches her fists with renewed determination. "Yeah! I wouldn't even be around to fight if I starve or freeze to death or something!"

She should...probably sound more bothered by those possibilities than she does, but whatever might be going on there is buried beneath her excitement. She starts off in the direction of the survival-related stations, barreling forward both in steps and in conversation. "Come on, let's go! Should we try cooking or first aid? I can cook a little bit, but I've never had to do it in the wilderness before..."

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sayori ♥ doki doki literature club! (spoilers for OG, but not DDLC+)

I Will Survive (B)

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I Will Survive - A (apologies for prose, I'm on my phone--feel free to reply with brackets!)

no worries! i can match <3