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

[fashionfever]

[See, he thinks we were mad at him! I told you, this is why we should be more patient!

But what if we ARE mad at him? He wanted the guy who killed Christian to NOT DIE!

Okay, is that his fault? Obviously Johnny has other issues if he's this young and literally, well, you know. Naoya was creepy towards him, too... not that different from Akira, really.

Alright, we were outta line, especially punching him.

Angela narrows her dead eyes at Jonathan for a long time.]

Of course. I don't hate you, like, at all. I'm just so worried after everything that's happened, I don't know what else to even do.

[backuphero]

[So worried she doesn't know what else to do but hate, huh. That's familiar. Way, way too familiar.

Hopefully the way he slumps at her words reads as relief and not total despair. His hair's hiding most of his face, at least.]

Yeah, I... I get that, I really do.

[Of course, he's done exactly what he figured she did not even that long ago, responded to something not actually said. But he doesn't realize that... just that her eyes looked flat when she said what she just did. None of that spark he's come to know, just... dull. Defeated, maybe?]