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]

A wha - that went right through the translation. I have no earthly clue what that last word means. No unearthly clue either. And no space-clue.

[toushiro]

[ a sigh, then: ] It means I'm a death god.

[ ...he probably doesn't know what that means either does he. ] In short, we ensure that souls from the world of the living can pass on safely to the afterlife.

[backuphero]

So a... there's a fancy word for this in English, give me a second...

[He actually holds up a hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose with the other, his eyes tightly shut, visibly concentrating.]

Not a reaper. The other thing. Like the ferry-man. No judgement, just... walking through it. A psycho... thing. Psychopomp?

[He drops both of his hands as he opens his eyes, looking almost relaxed for just a moment.]

Did I get that right?

[toushiro]

...Possibly?

[ he's never heard of that before, but. ]

If it has anything to do with helping souls pass over, then yes, it's like a psychopomp.

[backuphero]

Yeah! Yeah, that's it!

[He remembered it right! Maybe. Hopefully. There were dictionaries in the library, weren't there? He can check later.]

Little bit of a step down getting stuck here, then, isn't it?