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Date & Time: August 5th, mid morning.
Location: Anywhere characters happen to be/the VR.
Characters: Everyone.
Summary: From August 5th to August 8th, characters are plunged involuntarily into the VR Program.
Warnings: Potential violence within the threads.

When the chance arises, she's quick to take it. The programming is incomplete, she knows; the simulation isn't ready — but she's not likely to get another shot at it. And so she moves, slipping through security codes to input the command. The machines hum to life with nothing but a flicker of a green light in a dark room, and it takes only seconds to establish connections. The signal is sent out; the weapons respond.

In a single pulse, reality drops away.

There will be darkness at first as the mind realigns itself to the signals being sent it. Slowly, the darkness fades, forms take shape. People take shape. The setting is terribly familiar, plucked from the user's own mind. It might feel like a dream at first, with events playing out as if predestined, the would-be dreamer moving through a familiar and unalterable route in them. But as things begin to feel more and more realistic, as more senses more fully connect to the simulation, awareness will change. This is not a dream. This is more than a memory.

Welcome to the VR.

Only 20 minutes later, in some underground quarters, Doctor Sponde is roused from an undignified sprawl. He's hastily briefed and shuttled toward the command center, looking grim. He knows the problem demands an immediate fix, but… well, this is some complex machinery. It could take some time. It could take days. He gets to work.

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The more memories he walked into, the more Ico thought about the situation. No one was back in his or her world, only pieces of it. It was as if they were all stitched together and when one world ended, another began. It was all held together by the darkness in between these patches. What he still had not grasped was that it was not just patches of land, but also time.

When he saw Koltira, he did not see him reliving a memory, he saw him slaughter a girl. He stepped back, his sword already in his hand now drawn before him. The glow from the sword lit up the expression of hurt on Ico’s face. He was confused and wondered if Koltira was a liar; alternatively, he could have easily hidden the entire truth. It was also possible that the chaos that caused everyone to attack had also affected him.

“What have you done?”

However, there was no time to sort out the confusion. Innumerable amounts of monsters were approaching, the most grotesque sort that Ico had ever seen. He could not trust Koltira now, so he backed away from them all. His eyes darted to see what was around him and where he could run.

"Ico," Koltira said, his voice pained. He never wanted anyone to see these memories, a child least of all. "Ico, wait." This wasn't the moment to explain, to tell him that Koltira acted under another entity's power, with no will or desire of his own. Right now, his priority was to keep the boy safe.

A pack of three crypt fiends caught sight of Ico as he ran, and they turned away from the pile of corpses they were eating when the sound of his heartbeat and the scent of his fresh, living blood came to close to ignore. Their language was a string of harsh, guttural clacks and chittering, and they hissed to each other as they moved against this new morsel. The largest one reared up slightly on its back legs as its mandibles worked furiously, gathering venom. Once its jaws were full, the creature rushed forward, spitting a poisonous bolt in Ico's direction as it approached.

Rather than run away from the pack of monsters, he charged at them. By the time its jaws were full of venom, Ico had already met it. Obviously, he was not waiting for Koltira. He swung the sword up and to the side to cut away its arm and sever its head. Although he did not know that it was full of venom, he threw the head at the face of the second fiend. He screamed as he leapt off the body of the slain fiend to stab at the chest of the monster he threw the head at.

He was a flurry of rage. The monsters certainly frightened him on some level but it did not stop his fury. Someone was responsible for the chaos in this and possibly all other worlds of the transports. While it was unlikely these spidery creatures were responsible for it, they were in his way.

The crypt fiends screeched as Ico tore into them, their bodies a mess of spindly limbs and shattered carapaces. More flowed from hidden corners, many more, their hissing turned vengeful. The buzzing in the air was like a tangible thing, overwhelming in its high, ragged pitch.

Koltira raked his hands over his face. There was no time for this.

"Ico," he called. "Stop! We must leave this area--find its limits, somehow!"

“Then follow me!” Ico hollered.

The third fiend fell as he stabbed it. He did not wait for the rest to come and he fled. He moved toward a clearing where there was more room to run and less places for an ambush. Koltira had better keep up because Ico did not trust him enough to go wherever he wanted him to go.

He held his sword close to his body. Despite slaughtering those monsters, the sword was still gleaming from the glyphs etched onto it. It made him easy to see but he could not stop it.

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