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TEAM SNOW WHITE

READY: START

Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky.

The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city.

However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings...

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The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows:

3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part Two
10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST)
17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two
24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST)

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[On the march down the long hallway, Freya's gaze flicks rapidly between the portraits. She's tense, but her steps don't slow, nor does her features leave the neutral, if serious, expression. The tall woman angrily snatches her name placard away and turns it upside down—someone might be able to catch a glimpse of Olive on it instead of Freya.]

[Then she suddenly freezes, utterly rigid, in the middle of reaching for the water.]

...What the hell is this? [On top of her gift box sits a photo frame. The wood's splinted and weathered to the point of being little better than driftwood, and the colors of the picture faded, but recognizable—barely.]

[Eleanor nearly walked into Freya when the taller woman stopped, catching herself a split-second before and taking a half step back in surprise.]

What?

[A step closer then, and she leaned around to look at...huh.]

That...looks like a picture of you?

[Freya's frowns, fighting the sinking feeling in her stomach. She's seen that other girl before.]

It... can't be. This thing's ancient. What am I even supposed to be wearing?

[She shakes her head, her expression shifting angrier.] Is this supposed to scare me?

I don't know, it's rather pretty? The outfit, I mean.

[Eleanor reached past her to pick up the picture, bringing it closer so she could see it through the dust.]

Hm. Who's the redhead?

[Freya's quiet for a beat. Her gaze doesn't leave the photo.]

Don't know.

[And another moment before she quietly admits,] I've seen her before. In those visions, I mean. She's always upset, or cryin' about something. ...I always got the feelin' she was in some kinda danger.

So the other you knows her.

[After a few more seconds, Eleanor offers the picture out to her.]

I have some people like that. That I see in the...visions...but that I don't know. [She makes a noise that's something of a huffed, tired laugh.] All of them, actually.

[Freya almost hesitantly accepts the frame, frowning down at it suspiciously.]

I guess. This girl's the only one I've seen. [Her brow furrows.] I think. Some of those... aren't too clear. Like the center of vision's clear as day, and all the people around the edges are fuzzy.

I hear some people recognize others from their own visions.

Yeah. My friend Yukiko, several of the people we know show up in the things she sees...

[Eleanor took a half-step back once Freya accepted the picture.]

I have that problem too, though. Where one thing feels...so distinct. But the rest is a useless blur.

[The tall woman chuckles humorlessly, swinging off her backpack to store the frame.]

Right? I've actually had a hallucination about forgettin' something. Useless, alright.

[Freya shakes her head, standing and moving over to those strange portraits.] I'd say I hope yours are more coherent than that, but just about every one of mine have been a right mess. Wouldn't mind so much if I didn't feel everything.

[Eleanor turns her attention to one of the other paintings, as if trying to decide how much to share.]

A lot of mine are like...something is wrong with me? Or...her. Something is wrong...whatever. She's little, maybe eight or nine, but...everything is...odd.

[Eleanor trails off for a moment.]

I almost think she's drugged? And she can't hold onto any thoughts and everything she sees isn't quite real...

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[That gets Freya to turn and stare at Eleanor briefly.]

...Christ. [She turns back to the portrait, running a hand through her hair.] Who drugs a little kid like that?

I don't know.

[Eleanor said this almost like it was a sigh. She'd spent far too much time trying to figure out the answer to that question.]

But I think my...her...mother is involved somehow. Or someone who claims to be her mother.

[Eleanor turned away from the portraits.]

You know, you'd think whoever wanted us to see this stuff would want us to understand it too, right?

You'd think. Instead, the damn things seem to get worse and worse for everyone I know. Just what are they tryin' to prove.

[Freya sighs, closing her eyes and pressing her knuckles to her forehead.]

Whatever. [She raises her head, gesturing to the portrait in front of her. There's two women in it—one tall and dark haired, the other short and blond—looking around some kind of awful operating room. The shorter one's holding up a chainsaw she found.] What do you think these are?

[Eleanor knew when to let something drop, so she walked over to look at the picture that Freya was looking at it. It was certainly...something.]

The poster shot for a bad horror movie.

[She decided after a moment. A chain saw in an operating room? Really?]

[Bad horror movie. Kind of like their situation. Freya hums an agreement, her gaze lingering on the picture before turning and gesturing to some of the others.]

I recognize some of these people. That's a lot of effort to go through if they're just tryin' to unnerve us.

[Eleanor leans closer to examine the picture more, then frowns.]

...I think I've met her.

[She points at the blonde one.]

Doing a dare last month.

[Freya glances back just long enough to see whom Eleanor's pointing to.]

Probably. She went all out on those stupid bingo cards. Her name's Penelope.

Yeah...

[Eleanor looked a tad embarrassed.]

I might have rick rolled her. ...While caroling.

A little bit.

[Freya grins and tilts her head back.]

Hah! Serves the imp right. Good on you, El.

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