[Predictably from his profile, Till seeks out the Soundstage near the beach quickly. There's still sand on his boots where he's tapping his foot nervously from where he's seated by a large amp, tuning a guitar. It has an eyeball, which rolls up to look at his new company before he does, stiffening in place.]
[You are walking along the shores of an infinite beach. It stretches out as far as the eye can see, both before and behind you. The ocean stretches beyond the horizon and the sand in the direction stretches just as far.
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
[Just kinda landing out of the sky where the stage used to be and looking around looking a little bummed. But his injuries have been healed at least. Just sporting a few bandages on his arm and around his eye.]
Week 5 Thursday
...Yeah?
[Yeah...]
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w5 - friday
Fuck—one of them was here, wasn't he? How the hell did we sleep through that!?
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Week 6, Monday
You are compelled towards the beach, you think it will ease your loneliness as head back towards the sand... except your way is blocked. The sand rises upwards, blocking out the sun, becoming a dune that you cannot possibly scale and when you step away, it appears to stretch to the horizon once more.
You look towards the ocean. There you wade through gentle waves and delicate foam. As you start to descend further into the surf, you suddenly realize: You cannot survive here, the pressure would crush you. You retreat back to the shore, the only place you seem to be able exist in.]
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w6 - thurs
Say something before I assume you're dead.
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Week 7, Monday
The stage is gone.
[Oh hey.]
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w7 sat
he'll tilt his head up in greeting though. ] ...Hey.
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