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servants' wing

20 players alive.

[The walls of the servants' wing shudder and groan, but do not give out. Inside, the servants' wing is pitch dark, lit only by the glow of Kanaya's skin. Very slowly, the energy field flickers and vanishes, the great machine stops humming, the keypad goes dark, until it is simply a cold piece of metal.

It's difficult to tell what is going on; outside, it sounds as though a powerful storm is raging. The sound of heavy winds and crashes that could be thunder can be heard, and sometimes the walls themselves tremble as though in danger of giving out. Occasionally, bright flashes of light seem to light up the building for a moment, seeping in between cracks in the wall. It certainly sounds like a storm powerful enough to destroy the shack everyone is huddled in, but the building remains standing.

Inside, it is incredibly crowded. Twenty people, two dogs, a horse, and a dove are all sharing the space, not to mention the rodents, miniature panda, and Rin's lifeless body, and the space is only one room half taken up by a large machine. It is also gradually growing bitterly cold.

Gradually, the lost abilities and memories (including reunion memories) will return to everyone inside. The storm continues on for about a day; you'll have to wait it out.]

Comments

[motheringnation]

[Ukraine is not looking good, she's red eyed and trying to be quiet because trapped in a small room. She glances up after noticing Poland looking at her and attempts a small smile but fails...]

....I'm ....so tired of being stuck in a room....

[notyetlost]

I know. [Poland leans in closer to her, tipping his head in a way that leaves the crook of his neck available to Ukraine if she'd like to rest against it.]

We'll... [He'd say 'be home soon,' but he doesn't know that and Ukraine's been disappointed enough. He doesn't need to thoughtlessly add to it.]

Something will happen eventually.

[motheringnation]

[She does indeed, and does so.]

I hope. I'm tired of sitting around and waiting.

[notyetlost]

I... [The words tumble out and Poland's unable to stop them.] I can tell Russia, if you want.

Or with you.

Whatever you want.

[motheringnation]

[She sniffs and then shakes her head.]

N...no.

Thank you but....if he's going to blame anyone, it should be me.

[On top of losing her sister, she'll also be handing her unstable brother something else to use against her. Even if she just sees it as just blame.]

[notyetlost]

He shouldn't blame you. It's not your fault.

If he needs to hate someone, it's just easier if it's me.