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]

[Angela is leaning against the cabinet, drinking a cup of coffee that is not her first.]

Well, it's worth the most points, but there's more than one of them, right? So maybe it's one of those huge upstairs things.

[earietale]

Yeah, I think so, otherwise she would've called it "the Parox".

You mean the giant robot thingies? In Hangar...P, I think it is? How are we supposed to get to them, then?

[fashionfever]

Uhhhh... stack up chairs?

Honestly, I've been thinking about that ever since I saw them. Getting to them, I mean, not how to polish them. They're so big, maybe they could bash open the walls or something...

[earietale]

Maybe...we have to ask her? I wouldn't like doing it, but I'd be willing.

Also, isn't it against the rules to break into any unopened rooms? It would be dangerous if we tried.

[She doesn't want either her or you to die, Angela.]

[fashionfever]

She's busy in the first place... [Angela knows that's just an excuse and her inflection shows it. Reluctance to grovel is the real factor.]

I guess I can't put it past this base to have rooms beyond the walls or whatever, you have a point.

[earietale]

...you don't have to ask. I'm sure she'd let us both in if it was just me asking.

[Not...entirely sure, but she thinks Angela isn't from a time with giant battle robots. maybe]