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The Fifteen Strangers Mods ([personal profile] strangerpeople) wrote in [community profile] 15strangers2018-08-05 01:01 am
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WEEK 4

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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theserpentsmiles: (I won't be pushed around)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-08-15 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
You won't be.

[He offers a small smile. He hadn't planned on letting his brother be alone right now. He still has a few more tricks up his sleeve, too, if it's not enough. Always having a "second weapon" was one of their first really difficult lessons.]

Come on. Not allowed to sleep out here.
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[personal profile] backuphero 2018-08-16 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Think she really cares?

[Jonathan smiles wearily. It would've been a combative smirk if he weren't the kind of tired where it feels like his teeth are throbbing. His head lolls to one side, and for a moment Nagisa is just a smear of blue.]

There's too much blue. Not you, just... seeing things. And I don't - I'm afraid?
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[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-08-16 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
She'd probably take the excuse to dish out punishment. I've met people like that before.

[People who'd even outright create the excuse. ...He really needs to hurry Jonathan to bed...he doesn't like the way his head is lolling. And...hallucinations. Not good.]

Afraid? [There's plenty to fear here. Hmm....maybe try to find some comforting thought for him to hold onto????] Who else do you know in blue?
backuphero: (Aw hell...)

[personal profile] backuphero 2018-08-16 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Th'... the dead don't need names. He said that, but we needed something to call him. Then a breeze came through, and we all kinda stared at each other, and... he said we could call him Wind. 'Cause of that.

[Jonathan pauses, and shakes his head, blowing errant strands of hair away from his face and then just leaving them as they are when they fall right back. It's hard, chasing down coherent thoughts. They keep edging away and bolting.]

She called him Mister Wind and he looked all embarrassed. He's nice. Never thought I'd meet a ghost who was still a person and that he'd be nice, but he is. He was a hunter, too....
theserpentsmiles: (Who break their backs slaving every day)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-08-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
A ghost, huh... He sounds like an interesting person.

[Names. Korosensei hadn't had one, either, but they needed something to call him. And yet he wasn't dead - he'd been unkillable.]

A hunter? Of what? [Just keep catching trailing thoughts until they reach the rooms. Not far now. Jonathan shares a room with....C? Maybe they should go for the empty room, just to make sure Nagisa can stick around and not bother anyone.]
backuphero: (A legend - or I wish it was...)

[personal profile] backuphero 2018-08-16 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Vampires. Demons. Stuff as shouldn't exist. You name it.

[Oh, they're moving. He stood up at some point? That's... it's a good thing he didn't tip over. As long as they're moving he won't, he should be just fine so long as he keeps his balance by way of... the fancy word she'd use for staying moving.]

Said he was... he tied himself to the Castle. It shouldn't be possible, she's pretty sure she couldn't've done it, but he said he used his power and its power and regrets to keep himself sane and stuck. Was... at least two years there before us. Might've known my Dad if he was as old as he looked when he died, woulda been his twenties in the teens... 's a small... a small circle if you take work from the Church. People know people.

[And - there's that ridiculous hat and that haggard saddened face again, there and gone. It isn't really him. It isn't.]

...I should've asked.
Edited 2018-08-16 16:49 (UTC)
theserpentsmiles: (I won't be pushed around)

[personal profile] theserpentsmiles 2018-08-16 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Monsters, then....the kind that can't be found in Nagisa's world. His only has the kind of monsters people become when they've lost everything.

He doesn't know a lot about Jonathan, he realizes... Hopefully there will be time later to talk.]

Not fully explainable, then? Sounds like what I'd expect of a ghost. ...Should've asked what?
backuphero: (A legend - or I wish it was...)

[personal profile] backuphero 2018-08-16 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Should've asked if he knew my father. Maybe he knew why. Knows why. I dunno why... he kept leaving and he was worse every time he came back....

[Jonathan shakes his head like he's trying to rattle a memory loose. He is, really. He doesn't want to remember the stretches of time that got longer and longer where his father was less and less himself.

They won't fall out of his head, though. He can't remember his best friend's name, but he can sure as shit remember his father thinking he was his, that it was 1907 or something....
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