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The three boxes that were laying on the chairs all had people approach and attempt to open them. The box in front of Mark was marked "Yesterday." Inside there was another box with a lock, but no key to open it. The box in front of Gwen was marked "Today." Opening it revealed a small heart-shaped box that was easily able to be opened. There was an inscription in cursive on the box that read: Everything happens for a reason, even if it hurts. The box in front of Camilla was marked "Tomorrow", upon opening it, a bird flew out of the box and landed on the back of the chair. The bird tweeted happily and seemed to be unafraid of any of the people. It flapped it's wings as if waiting for something.
There's another thing I'm looking at in hindsight I never go back and fix choices, but there's one thing I did that not a lot of people did... I removed people's names from the Vortex Club party list. I don't know who I removed and I don't know if I removed someone who could have helped me later, but I removed people. I'm wondering if this is going to have an effect. I know they wouldn't know it was me, unlike changing the grades where it's obvious there was tampering. This is the one choice I made that I'm starting to regret more and more as I think about it. Did you guys do this?
new chapter came out today, and so far it's probably my favorite my dad and I guessed early on that there would be some sort of power relating to Max's photography, and now that it was shown I think it's a little strange really. I get the impact of William living instead of dying, but I'm still trying to figure out how Max would have ended up hanging out with the Vortex club because of it... would Max's outlook on life really have changed that much because of William? I don't honestly believe that. Now I'm just wondering what happened with Chloe in this timeline. Also I may or may not have made Max kiss Chloe despite shipping Max and Warren. Also I want to know a lot more about Frank, something about Frank makes me want to know more about him. Also I KILLED LISA THIS IS A TRAGIC DAY.
When Tobias had moved and thrown the knives, Joshua had shot at his knee and had hoped that would have kept him down. Of course it didn't. Joshua had managed to move his arm in time so it wouldn't get sliced, but he had not anticipated a second knife going straight for his glasses. He missed it. It broke through, and went in at an angle, at the lower lid of his right eye, his worse eye at least. He tried his best not to audibly react. It really ****ing hurt, but he didn't have time to complain. He could tell based on the amount of time he had left he wouldn't react in time to shoot. Joshua waited for Tobias to get closer before he put all of his weight into a kick straight into the knee he had shot.
Every OC is accepted. I will add them to the Opening Post later. The thread has been opened. For exploration purposes, Anchored Down also works in a sort of prompt format. If you decide to go searching and don't want to wait in the post to see the response, message me saying something like, "Character x looked out the window." and I will have whatever is there. Most items you can interact with and get something out of it, but it isn't essential to look around. Example: "Character x looked at a painting." "The painting is of a deer with antlers made of tree branches. It looks like it needs a bit of restoring because the years have not been kind to the paint."
ooc thread Spoiler: Opening It isn't clear how long you have been dead. It could feel like minutes, it could feel like weeks. Either way, everyone who was arriving in the New Arrival station had died within the same week. The room looked kind of like an airport waiting room, only nicer and with very few people. Although much of the room was white, it wasn't an overbearing while that hurt the eyes. There were tables every couple or so feet with a colorful bouquet of flowers with a card in each one. There was a line of windows and a couple of the chairs had marked boxes on them, tied with a bow. There may have been a few people who had already arrived, but there was one girl in the room holding a letter in her hands. Everyone just arriving had only a letter on them, indicating where they were, and what they would be doing. The little girl, Rosemarie, had been in the room the longest out of the arrivals. She felt like she had been there forever, and she couldn't get over the fact that she'd passed on. However, when she saw someone new arrive, she would always go over and help the person out by explaining what was going on. She wished she had had that luxury, no one was here when she passed. Everyone was waiting, adjusting to the situation, or arriving. Arrivals would come through a really fancy door to the east side of the room. When they entered, they stumbled in with an array of colors trailing them, like a rainbow. They arrived as if the last second of their life was interrupted, surrounded by only colors. Going through the door brought them to the room where others just as confused as they could adjust. They were all waiting for whoever was coming to take them to the first meeting, but that shouldn't stop them from talking to others in the room. Or looking around the room.
