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Individuals were doing their own things.
007n7 was.... In his cabin, nothing out of the ordinary.
Chance was playing pin the tail, Two Time was fast asleep on Guest, Elliot was talking to himself.
Builderman notices a letter flying onto the floor, he gently picks it up.
"What is it, Builds?" Shedletsky questions, taking a bite out of his chicken.
"..Erm..."
Builderman clears his throat, and reads the note out loud.
"To my favorite survivors and sentinels,
I have decided to trash you, not in a bad way, no, I enjoy toying with you a lot.
But, I have a plan for each and single one of you.
Each and single one of you have 5 days to come up with a plan on how you will return to your respective homes.
It is up to the admins to decide on this, too.
I will give you more details about this later.
Your favorite tormentor,
▇▇▇▇."
"WHAT?! I- Apologizes. That sounds blasphemous to me. I- What if we don't even have people to go back to?" Two Time nearly stumbles over all of their words.
But the others don't think the same.
"Ah, I'll be fine. As long as I get to see Spade."
"Oh? That means I get to see Mia and my dad and live with my husbands! Ah, the dream.." Two Time sticks their tongue out at Elliot, which earns them a confused look from the pizza boy.
"This is.. Confusing. Let's talk about this more tomorrow, yeah?" Shedletsky says, getting out of his chair.
"I guess.." Chance drops the object he was using to play pin the tail, and swiftly grabs Two Time out of their spot. "C'mon, Two! I'm dragging you to my cabin." This earns Chance a very annoyed groan from the cultist.
"...Well. Just us then." Builderman says, sitting down onto the couch next to Guest. "I really hope Two Time will be okay.. They don't really have anyone to return to at all, so.." "I'm sure they'll be okay! If anything, they can live with Shedletsky because he doesn't have anyone to return to as well-" Builderman shushes Elliot. "He has th' HQ. Also, they can also live with Chance as well. That's an option." Elliot places a hand on his chin, before thinking a bit on it. "You're right..."
"...Let's talk about this more tomorrow. I'm fricking exhausted." Guest rubs his eyes and walks off to his respective cabin, leaving only Builderman and Elliot.
"Yeah, me too. Night, kid." Builderman, too, also walks off to his respectful cabin.
...That just leaves Elliot alone with his thoughts.