WEEK 6 DAY 1

[wonderful_mods]

[A few hours pass since everyone has arrived in the ruined Shibuya, and during that time everything was deathly still. With dark buildings and no phone service, they may even have thought they had been abandoned in this place. But now, anyone standing in the Scramble Crossing will see it - light sputtering to life in a few key windows, shutting off, and appearing in a different place. Even the huge overlooking TV screen lights up with static for a brief moment before everything goes dark again... and then finally, a few very dim lights stay on, and the phones come online. It seems that somewhere, the Composer has been trying to revive the city with their own power.

After that, everyone receives a mysteriously passive-aggressive message:]

"The Reaper's Game is cancelled. Do whatever the hell you want."

[No signature.]

Comments

[needsmorezippers]

[It still startles him a little- but he's not very good at paying attention right now.]

Hi, Zecora. [He sighs, messing with his hair and trying to think rather than just be depressed.] Kind of... both. [He pauses, and then elaborates.] This is where I'm from. Or... some version of where I'm from.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Then I've found something you must see.

[She tugs the note back out of her cloak with her teeth, then offers it to him.]

Read it, then give your thoughts to me.

[needsmorezippers]

[Neku frowns, taking the piece of paper and scanning over it. His eyes stop dead (no pun intended) in the middle of the page, before he goes back and rereads it to make sure he's got it right.]

...Damn it.

[yup. that pretty much sums up his thoughts right now.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

...I suppose my request has not been failed
But I was hoping for something more detailed.

aka neku still doesn't know he was an important plot point

[needsmorezippers]

...Yea. Sorry.

[Neku sighs, reaching up to mess with his hair again, so forcefully this time that it ends up even more of a mess than usual.] I... think I know what happened here, but I'm not sure how. ...Joshua would have a better guess.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

I know he knows more than he's told.
Can you persuade him to guess at what might unfold?