shess actually has no idea what state mary is in at this point—if it's still the darkness—but he's going to knock on the house's door anyway. just to be polite.]
[It definitely has that creepy inundation that the darkness has, but when Shess enters, she's facing away from the door, arms curled around her knees and rocking herself back and forth on top of the bed. Whether or not it's Mary, it's hard to say. The tension radiates instability.]
[Whoever it is still hasn't moved when he comes back, though when she takes the ice cream, she just holds it and doesn't make a move to eat it. Eventually, she reaches for the spoon, but that's about as far as she gets before she starts to cry.]
Because this is the...the second time that my friends decided I'm better off dead.
[So why eat ice cream? Does it change anything? Is that why things didn't work out for her, before, because she didn't have something to sweeten the deal, so to speak?]
It's not your fault that something possessed you. If anything, it likely chose you because it knew there are many people here who would be very sad to see you gone.
[She shakes her head, sniffling, and tries to eat her ice cream.]
My Father painted me...he painted all of us, and we all lived together in his gallery. But he never came back for us, and nobody else could see us. Real, real people, I mean. I wanted to be on the other side of the glass, where all the good girls had families, and people always smiled and were happy. My brothers and sisters, they aren't like me...they don't read or write or draw, and they're all so hungry all the time. Nobody knew why...why I wanted to go...they didn't mind that it was so dark and empty.
That's why...that's why...when I met my first friend, when I met Ib...I thought...I was just so happy. But, but...
[That didn't go so well.]
I wanted her so much and she didn't want me back. She burned me all up before I could be a bad friend...burned me all away. I don't want to be ash, I don't want to go back to the dark.
You are here, talking to me now, so you have a soul. Perhaps Tsurumaru's is out there, wandering and waiting to be found again. It can be like hide-and-seek.
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week 0, saturday.
shess actually has no idea what state mary is in at this point—if it's still the darkness—but he's going to knock on the house's door anyway. just to be polite.]
now we have to make belated backdated pcs clearly
[It definitely has that creepy inundation that the darkness has, but when Shess enters, she's facing away from the door, arms curled around her knees and rocking herself back and forth on top of the bed. Whether or not it's Mary, it's hard to say. The tension radiates instability.]
yes clearly
he comes in, not particularly intimidated either way, before he writes.]
Are you Mary or the darkness?
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Mary. You like ice cream, right? Do you want me to get some?
[watch the mods suddenly say that the house is built in a way that would make giving mary impossible.]
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All right.
[he'll head back out to get some ice cream, then! hopefully, mary (or darkness) is still just chilling in her house when he gets back.]
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...Maybe I really am bad.
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Why do you think that?
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[So why eat ice cream? Does it change anything? Is that why things didn't work out for her, before, because she didn't have something to sweeten the deal, so to speak?]
Maybe if I go away, everyone will be happy.
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It's not your fault that something possessed you. If anything, it likely chose you because it knew there are many people here who would be very sad to see you gone.
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[What was it? Why did such a happy week turn so terrible? Terrible when she couldn't even remember anything bad happening?]
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[...]
Would you tell me about your world? Unless it's too painful for you.
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My Father painted me...he painted all of us, and we all lived together in his gallery. But he never came back for us, and nobody else could see us. Real, real people, I mean. I wanted to be on the other side of the glass, where all the good girls had families, and people always smiled and were happy. My brothers and sisters, they aren't like me...they don't read or write or draw, and they're all so hungry all the time. Nobody knew why...why I wanted to go...they didn't mind that it was so dark and empty.
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[That didn't go so well.]
I wanted her so much and she didn't want me back. She burned me all up before I could be a bad friend...burned me all away. I don't want to be ash, I don't want to go back to the dark.
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[or maybe they do here but he won't say that.]
You are here, talking to me now, so you have a soul. Perhaps Tsurumaru's is out there, wandering and waiting to be found again. It can be like hide-and-seek.