WEEK 4

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 4

[A third of those of you who came here are now dead.

Its a sobering thought as everyone wakes up the next day to find their profiles updated once more, with Rosie and Naoya now added to the list of the discarded. There's an entire empty room, in terms of humans - Rocky, Murray, Elly, and a a strangely new and realistic robot bird are still there, somehow. Someone will need to take care of them now that their owners are gone.

Just like last week, no one has regained their memories, but their powers have evolved. Also like last week, a new floor has opened for those remaining to explore. It's...definitely different from the previous ones, to be sure. Emptier, more militaristic. And very, very large.

Maybe that's where the transport will arrive? Whatever the case, Marie's claim about the universe - if she's telling the truth - means there's less than two weeks left before the universe's destruction. If anyone has not yet thought of a way out that doesn't involve killing, the time to figure something out may be running out for everyone.

Meanwhile, even despite the lack of Naoya to hack the computers, the random computers belting out shittyfluting has, if anything, increased in their frequency. Which is definitely odd, since no one else has tried to hack into the computers...right?

There are ten strangers in this place.]


SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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SUNDAY

[strangerpeople]

Mainly for Nagisa, Jonathan, and possibly Hitsugaya

[mementodagger]

[Whether Yurick was taken to the room he shares with Hitsugaya or if he took over the room previously held by Akira and Naoya, whoever is sleeping in the room will get a rude shock early this morning: Yurick screams in his sleep and jolts upright, clutching the right side of his face. The scream chokes off into broken sobbing, the mage's body trembling violently. He's covered in a cold sweat and he's white as a sheet.

A nightmare, but about what? Until someone calms him down, there won't be an answer.]

[backuphero]

[Forget sleeping. There's no way he could sleep after - yesterday, now, or it should be.

At least Jonathan's got company as he paces the round hallway: a small crimson catterfly (buttercat just sounds wrong somehow) perched on one shoulder. He's been talking to it - it was obvious pretty quickly that while all it can say is squeaking, it can understand speech just fine, and he's been getting quite the lecture via squeaks alone since saying something stupid.]

...right, all right, I get it, I get it. Of course you couldn't sleep all day, and I know I should've left you some food, I'm sorry. Still, you didn't need to see what happened, and did you really have to leave the wrappers from what you went and got all over -

[He's cut off by a scream, and he jumps enough that Fuzzball grabs onto his hair to balance, then decides to just flutter behind his shoulder, a low trill making it obvious the creature is worried too.

It's Sunday, why -

He's already running to the room it came from when the scream falls to sobs, and he recognizes the voice. It seems Yurick did what he was avoiding, and ran straight into why, and... oh, hell, he looks like he's not even really awake, but with the way he's grabbed his face that might end badly. So would tackling him, so Jonathan manages to slow himself down just enough that he lands on the bed with a light thump, and he's able to grasp Yurick's hands without jarring him too much. ]

Hey, hey, easy... easy... you with me? Come on, snap out of it!

INVESTIGATION TIME?

[tiefleaf]

[ Okay, he spends most of his days just kind of dicking around, but the hangars caught his interest.

First off: How well lit is Hangar P? ]

[strangerpeople]

[Pretty well lit, actually! Having a look around, then?]

Investigation Time for Baku

[vividsins]

[ He's done wallowing in despair over everything. When he wakes up and there's stronger powers and a new floor, he's going to head on to it after feeding the animals and himself. And since Molly has Hangar P, he's going to take the mecha repair area. See if there's any notes or anything. ...He has the small cat with him, tbh. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a computer in the processing area, naturally. Investigate?]

investigation???

[backuphero]

[Guess who still hasn't slept.

Spoilers: THIS GUY.

Jonathan can be found, a bit before noon, haunting the library. Naoya wouldn't have wanted him to pray for him, so he won't, but the others... well, there's a Bible here somewhere, he's seen it, compared Naoya's sequence of events to its version of events. He's accompanied by a catlike creature with butterfly wings. Perched on his right shoulder, it seems worried about him...


Sometime after that, though, he can be found in the computer room. There doesn't seem to be a pattern to the terrible music popping on and off, and yet... he's leaning against one wall, trying not to doze off. In the moments before the music pops on again, what does he see on the nearest screen?

[strangerpeople]

[A lot of garbled garbage code.]

MONDAY

[strangerpeople]

[backuphero]

[NO! SLEEP! 'TIL -

...something, Jonathan isn't sure what. Probably passing out. He is now coming up on 72 hours of no sleep...but he's going to fight that off for as long as possible.

Going to fight the air in the theater for a while, since it seems to be a training room now. He's normally much better than this with form and footwork while shadowboxing, honest. But his eyes hurt, and his head hurts, and... there's precious little he can name that doesn't hurt right now. His hair, maybe?

If anyone wants to try cutting him off, he'll be in and out of the Mess Hall for coffee at random all day. It probably won't take much effort....]

[fashionfever]

[Angela is just in here getting her first coffee as one does. She starts pouring a second for Johnny, before her eyes focus on his face.

Without speaking she waves a hand up and down, like checking if he can see.]</small.

mess hall

[toushiro]

...Morris.

[ hitsugaya looks at him and he can immediately tell that something's just not right. ]

You look ill.

mess hall

[losergod]

[ Okay he is mad. ]

Mister Morris.

[ He is using his Dad Voice. ]

[fashionfever]

[It's just another day in Angela's precious little life. She got up at a reasonable time. She washed up. She had breakfast in the mess hall with everyone. The blonde highlights are really starting to fade... like the light in her eyes. The red blouse is mostly intended as compensation.

Big swathes of the day are spent in the craft room, as usual, and C's white dress is finally done.

Angela slinks off to the library eventually. Maybe there's a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting?]

Craft Room

[tiefleaf]

[ Well, here comes Molly, making use of... or well, he's trying to have a look at some of those sewing patterns. In particular, he's eyeing the pants with a look of mild frustration. ]

Library

[strangerpeople]

[No copies of that, sadly. Pretty much everything that might involve pregnancy are scientific books related to biology.]

craft room

[losergod]

[ Hey guess who's here and ready for that dress!! ]

Miss Napoli, I, uh.

[ Speaking of the craft room, he is giving you a gift in return: It's a really detailed drawing of Rosenkreuz, colored and inked, wearing a nice suit. He paid attention. He... figures she might appreciate something to remember him by. ]

Wanted to give you something.

TUESDAY

[strangerpeople]

MOTIVE: Is There Anybody Out There?

[commandurr]

[Surprisingly, amidst the sea of shittyflute hell, Marie seems to be scant in the morning, though where she might be becomes obvious when access to the mecha repair becomes impossible. No amount of banging on the doors will open them.

In the afternoon, however, Marie's voice echoes loudly on the sound system. Again.]

ATTENTION EVERYONE!! IN LIGHT OF ALL OF THE DEATH, I'VE DECIDED TO REVEAL MY NEXT POWER!

SO I KNOW YOU LOSERS TRIED TO CONTACT THE DEAD, BUT YOU WERE DOING IT ALL WRONG! HOW DO I KNOW? BECAUSE I HAVE THE MEANS OF ACTUALLY DOING IT THROUGH THE BASE! THAT'S THE ADVANTAGE TO BEING THE COMMANDER, YOU KNOW! I KNOW ALL OF THE SECRETS AND POWERS THAT CAN BE HAD HERE!

I BET THERE'S SOMEONE YOU WANT TO TALK TO, HMM? MAYBE IT'S SOMEONE WHOSE DIED HERE - OR MAYBE NOT! MAYBE IT WAS BACK HOME!! BUT GUESS WHAAAAT?? I CAN GET YOU IN TOUCH WITH THEM! IT'S JUST THAT YOU HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE AND GET AWAY WITH IT BY THE END OF THE WEEK IF YOU EVER WANT TO TALK TO YOUR DEAD LOVED ONES AGAIN!

...

OH, DID I FORGET TO REMIND YOU ALL, THE UNIVERSE IS TOTALLY GONNA END IN TWO WEEKS AND I'M THE ONLY ONE LEAVING THIS STINKING JOINT SO FAR~! THERE'S ALWAYS A SEAT OPEN FOR ANYONE WILLING TO DO WHAT'S NECESSARY~! JUST SAYING, THAT'S ALSO SOMETHING TO CONSIDER!

LATER, FOOLS!

AHAHAHAHAHA!!

WEDNESDAY

[strangerpeople]

WEDNESDAY MINIGAME: Scavenger Hunt

[strangerpeople]

THURSDAY

[strangerpeople]

[backuphero]

[He dreamed about Vita, last night.Not like that. And not like that either, jeez. It was a simple dream - a little apartment in some city he didn't know, his best friend jokingly teasing him with Vita's help while he prepared dinner for the three of them. It was comforting, somehow. No matter where you find him, Jonathan is whistling and seems happier than he has in a couple of weeks.

He got to see them both again, for a little while. It really helped.

Late in the day, he can be found in the library... looking through fiction, of all things.]

[losergod]

[ Charles spends most of his time in the craft room today, just aimlessly drawing this and that. He seems a bit lost, and doesn't bother getting food, only occasionally leaving to go to the men's bathroom.

The motive really is rough. He has a lot on his mind. Someone should probably tell him to eat or something. ]