WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[As Marie said: so much for trust and resolve. Two people are dead, and there is very little anyone can do about it now, no matter how much they would have wanted to sacrifice themselves.

In particular, with Marie's words during the trial, it's clear that time is limited. Or is it? Marie is also capable of omitting the truth when it serves her needs, especially when it comes towards the Strangers and their still-missing memories. In any case, one can only hope they don't fall for her tricks again, even though getting away with murder would - apparently - save at least one life.

There is something else, as well. When everyone wakes up the morning, they will find that information on their wristwatches has been updated to reflect their new number - and something new about their powers. Not only that, but a new floor has opened up above Floor 1 for everyone to explore. Maybe more can be found on just what, exactly, is going on.

Is Marie telling the truth? Is the universe really ending? Or is it just another means of getting what she wants? Whatever is happening, people will need to be more careful around her - and one another. Who knows what Marie will offer next - or what your roommate or new friend is now capable of as a result. Especially since it's now known, thanks to Marie's actions during the trial, that everyone has definitely lost some memories. And unfortunately, no one seems to have regained any of them so far - or if anyone has, they haven't said a word.

If trust and resolve was ever needed, it feels like now is the time to try and find all that.

There are thirteen people in this place.]


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Comments

[backuphero]

...oh jeez. You don't think it might just be slow-acting or something, do you? I didn't think to... how do you check if alcohol is poisoned, anyway?

[He uncovers his face, letting that arm fall limp at his side.]

I can see okay and I don't feel like I'm dying.

[losergod]

Come here a moment, and I can tell you whether or not you're poisoned.

[ He's dead serious. ]

If you're truly concerned about it, that is.

[backuphero]

In this place? Be stupid not to be, wouldn't it?

[He slowly drags himself up into a seated position, and carefully stands, wavering slightly once he's upright. He walks over to C with exaggerated care, still wobbling a bit but managing to make the few steps a straight line.]

See, perfectly? I'm officer sober. And that was a joke, 'mnot that toasted.

[losergod]

I should certainly hope you're not that inebriated, or I'm going to sober you up before I check you over with that onsen room.

[ Anyway, he'll take a look at his eyes first, ask him to open his mouth, look at his lips, his fingernails. That sort of thing. After a moment, he'll shake his head. He'll take his pulse, too, and check that just to be sure, but... ]

Mister Morris, the only thing you seem to be suffering from is alcohol, unless it's an advanced poison I'm unaware of. But your vitals all seem fine, your pupils show no signs of major disturbance, and I'm not picking up any discoloration or bitter smells.

[backuphero]

So I'm not gonna die? Well, damn. Thanks, though! Should've asked if I'd be able to play piano after this.

[...yes, he's laughing at his own joke there.

Maybe for a little too long, but only a little.]

[losergod]

Well, as long as you don't try to tune a fish after you attempt to tune the piano.

[ He smiles.

Was that

was that a terrible dad joke

oh my god ]

[backuphero]

[that sure was a dad joke. how is someone who doesn't look any older than him so - oh. right. the God thing. plainly he embodies the Father part better than expected, because Lord, that joke -

Jonathan laughs, because there's nothing else he can do, and because damn it, C is a good dad.]

Thanks. I... I needed that.

[losergod]

[ He truly does try, you know. ]

It's nice to hear you laughing, Mister Morris.

[backuphero]

Haven't had much of a chance to lately, I'm... glad... to be something nice?

[He's pretty sure that didn't come out right, but he's also not sure how it's wrong, so....]

[losergod]

[ ...A pause as he chuckles himself. ]

You really do trip over your own words sometimes, don't you? Mister Morris, it's never impossible for anyone to change or better themselves if they work at it enough. At least... that is what the fatherly side of me believes. You're already making steps.

The world is a cold, cruel, dark place. Don't contribute to it. Be a light, instead.