A Catastrophy Played By a Symphony

Open, Day 12

The Hunting Lodge Bar was the frequent hangout for the miners and townsfolk who wanted a drink after a hard day's work. As the name implies, the bar was originally a hunting lodge before being converted into its current state, and many animal heads are displayed across its walls. The interior of the bar itself is in relatively good condition although much of it has clearly been damaged by rats. There is no cellar and instead a back room was used as a store. There are a pair of large circular tables in the centre of the room, along with a set of booth seats along one wall. A old and haggard pool table sits disused on one side of the room and a broken down jukebox is located by it.
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She took her, new first step forward.
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No hand rose to meet hers, intertwining their fingers in a final waltz to the looming entanglement of their sovereignty. All that met the girl's grip, touched her soft skin and sunken sinew, was the silent embrace of the eternity, its frigid touch gracing her with a sinister chill—gnawing through their bones like an infestation of termites through rotten wood, a ghost arising from the seams like smoke slipping through cracks in their skin.

The scent of brimstone and gunpowder hung in the air still, flowing forward into their sinuses; the severance of silence sliced the distance between them, erecting walls and ravines to keep them apart. Quiet finality came in the whistles of the wind and the quiet tufts of freezing air that leaked from Claire's open mouth like a dragon's fire, mouthing silent words as her abdomen heaved up and down with each breath.

Claire stared blankly, her irises like frosted spheres of painted blue glass, ice cubes dancing in the cup of her eyes. Then, she came to again after a juncture, eyes fluttering closed and open again as if awakening from an ill-conceived dream. Her face twitched, the cracks showing in her still lips, and then she deigned to say a word. Her mutters were broken and mislaid, as if lost in a deep trance, trapped in a portal to another world.

"I don't think I'm ready yet," she murmured, dream-like, head tilting as if to express confusion at the idea of somehow leaving this place. "There's something left to do. I've got to resolve everything. It can't end like this," she chimed, something vibrant and chant-like catching on her words, ritualistic in the intonation, like the words to a magic spell. It was an act against sanity. Freedom lay before her! And yet she declined it now.

But there was a method in her madness. Nobody on this island, or maybe even outside of it, would ever understand it but her, that magnetic feeling drawing her back, leading her by the hand to the conclusion of her last story, adventures in a waking nightmare. But she knew her purpose well. And, undeterred, she advanced upon it, turning on her heels to move towards the future that only she could foresee, a prophecy still to come.

So, with a wave of her hand, as if to dismiss her better judgment, she took one step, then another, listlessness transforming to the dying echoes of determination like the amber embers of a decaying inferno that once raged. Another gale of whistling wind sent a terpsichorean surge of powder snow in her wake, tracing her figure like a cloak, hiding her exit from sight like the closing of the curtains onto the stage of a play.

It was as if she had never been there at all. Even her footprints were gone.

S091: CLAIRE HAIG — CONTINUED IN "Danse Macabre"
[+] PRESENT
V8 — THE DEAD OF WINTER
Relationship Thread

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🕇 S021: Corbin Azinger is viewing the world in black and white — "I had shit to work towards, once. I had a future, I had dreams. I did everything I was supposed to, and it landed me here." [Adopted by AlmostInhuman]

“Someone who is determined to disbelieve something can manage to disregard an Everest of evidence for it.” - George Will

The Game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Intention.

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S031: Abhishek Panicker is leading a revolution of his own — "After all, you know me better than anyone else ever did. I'd like to keep my secrets, you know? Let them all wonder. It's more fun that way."

“The distinguishing mark of man is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.” - George Orwell

Pregame: 1, 2, 3, 4
The Game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Ideology.

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S043: Donovan Lauer is dreaming about his victory — "I just wanted to be a winner. That's all I ever wanted—to win something for once, just once, in my life. I was tired of losing. I was tired of being a loser."

“Tex looks at me and says 'There's no 'I' in team!' I looked at Tex and say, 'There's not, but there's an 'I' in win!'” - Michael Jordan

Pregame: 1
The Game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Initiative.

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S061: Alexander Hawthorne is trying to put his life together — "I am not afraid anymore. Because now, there is nothing—absolutely nothing—left in this life for me to be afraid of; there is nothing left for me to lose." [Adopted from Salic]

“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity.” - Phillip K. Dick

Pregame: 1
The Game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Industry.

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S091: Claire Haig is thinking about her life story — "Because, in spite of everything, there's still a part of me that wants to believe. ... To believe that there's still something human left behind when you take our masks away. That, beneath the skin, we're not just monsters."

“The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away.” - William Golding

Pregame: 1
The Game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26

Identity.

MEANWHILE — THE CITY OF GHOSTS

██/██/████
[+] FUTURE
V9:

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⛼ Damien Vásquez — “The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.” - Joseph Conrad

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⬤ Rohan Sen — “Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.” - Henry David Thoreau

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≋ Isaac Kea — “The word impossible has been and must remain deleted from our dictionary.” – Ingvar Kamprad

BEYOND:

∎ William Springfield — “There is nothing more remorseless, just as there is nothing more helpful, than truth.” - William C. Redfield

★ Simon Chase — “What I have done up to this is nothing. I am only at the beginning of the course I must run.” - Napoleon Bonaparte

✠ Harvey Gallant — “It is just that, in so terrible a day, and in the last moments of my life, I should discover all the iniquity of falsehood, and make the truth triumph." - Jacques de Molay

👁 Koda Silver — “The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” - Albert Einstein

◓ Edgar Clause — “We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.” - George S. Patton

☧ Adam Angelo — “Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed” - The Bible, John 3:20

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"Alright," Amy said. "But be quick. And don't forget to come back. Or to where the rescue people are. Erm."

She suddenly didn't want the other girl to leave. Please. Stay with her. Bask in each other's warmth. Don't leave me all alone now. Please. I'm tired of people leaving me. It's so hard managing it all. Don't go without me. Let me follow you.

But Claire waved her hand, and she knew better than to press on.

"See you," she said, more like a promise than anything. "On the ship. At home. I'll see you again."
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One pair of footsteps traced its way to the shore.
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