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.]


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Comments

[backuphero]

[And if he keeps watching this happen, would it seem to be the same each time?

Also, are there manuals still lying around in here?]

[strangerpeople]

[Yes to both questions.]

[backuphero]

[Oh boy. Is this shittyflute enough to justify/play behind a frantic sleep-deprived studying montage?

And if so... can he manage to get the garbage code to print?

[strangerpeople]

[Of course it's shittyflute enough. However, the garbage code seems to be impossible to print.]

[backuphero]

[This is a man who hasn't slept in almost forty-eight hours. It's not sleep deprivation that's making his eyes burn now, it's DETERMINATION!!.

If he grabs a pen - there were pens in here, yeah? if not, well, quick field trip to the Art Room it is - and paper, what's the obvious thing he might copy down to show to one of the people who can actually computer?]

[strangerpeople]

[The most obvious thing is that the code is garbage. Seriously, it's practically just garbage. But that's probably the point, the more the garbage code keeps going. It's practically flowing on the screen.]

[backuphero]

[So this definitely isn't like that one episode of a certain sci-fi serial that postdates him by fifty years where there was text appearing in TV static, then... well, darn.

It's the same code. Every time. Is the rate of speed at which it keeps popping up and the shittyflute concert begins anew increasing at a speed noticeable to someone observing for under two hours?

[strangerpeople]

[Yes, actually.]

[backuphero]

[So it's getting faster, but is the amount of shittyflute still the same amount of time?]

[strangerpeople]

[It is.]

[backuphero]

[Are we heading towards Constant Shittyflute Channel?]

[strangerpeople]

[At this rate? By the time Tuesday rolls around, it's looking like that's going to be the case.]

[backuphero]

[ICON KEYWORDS ARE HIGHLY RELEVANT.]