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

[crouching_sin]

I don't know about cry, but yes, they corresponded a lot. In any case, Lovecraft wrote of strange, eldritch beings that would drive men mad just to know their true names and things like that.

When something gets so ingrained into the human psyche, occasionally a demon will arise as a manifestation of that. Or perhaps they were always there, and an author simply tapped into their existence. Either way, at least one of the beings he wrote about is a demon. A very powerful one.

[backuphero]

So... nineteen-twenties pulp horror demons.

[A short pause.]

That's... I mean, that explanation makes sense as much as anything here. I'm just glad we don't have that problem back home.

[crouching_sin]

Are you sure? You never know...

[Naoya don't mess with a drunk man...]

[backuphero]

[Jonathan's eyes widen, comical levels of alarm painting themselves over his face in quick sucession, and then he blinks.

And blinks again.

And smirks.]

Well, if his demons'n'shit are real, that means Conan's real too and he'll kick their asses!

[crouching_sin]

Conan?

[He doesn't follow, but okay. He reaches down and pats Jonathan on the top of the head.]

Sure.

as an aside - it's true, about Howard and Lovecraft. (the "made him cry" part wasn't, though.)

[backuphero]

Th' - The Cimmerian. A great warrior, who doesn't need anything from civilization!

[If this were drawn media he'd be sparkling with enthusiasm. As it is, he's brightened up... and not just from being patted on the head.]

I mentioned Robert Howard, right? They used to write back and forth and borrow stuff from each other's stories, him and Lovecraft. So if one's written real things, then the other had to, right?

[crouching_sin]

Ah, all right. I've heard the author's name, but I'm not all that familiar with his work.

But it's possible. Something to look into when we get home, right?

[backuphero]

Yeah, definitely! I mean, I didn't see any old magazines laying around in the library, but - Well, you're from the future, they're probably on some computer somewhere by your now. Right?

[He is unsubtle angling for being patted on the head again, leaning against the edge of the couch now.]

[crouching_sin]

[... Wow he's. Super drunk.]

Probably. There's a lot of electronic books that you can read on your phone or computer.