FINAL WEEK

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FINAL WEEK

[Four weeks. Nine survivors.

Everything is...very quiet now. Like, surprisingly so. The lack of Marie's voice is both refreshing and strange after three weeks. But, she is gone, and even if Bottson updates the profiles to reflect that, yes, you still lost someone, you are finally free.

But are you really? There's still a lot of questions that need to be answered. For one thing, were they really inside someone's body? If so, what does it mean for the universe? Who, exactly, is Ivy, and why is her death so important? And--who is really in charge of this?

Whatever the answers are, there are still floors left to explore, with no warning as to what might be on them. It's best to rest and prepare before you do anything more, especially with one of your number still injured. There is still time left, after all, and you'll all want to be ready for whatever might be next.

There are nine strangers in this place.]


SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY

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SUNDAY

[strangerpeople]

[Sometime in the afternoon, the malfunctions happening with the computers abruptly stop. There will no be no more shittyfluting, outside of what the Titled attempt.]

what bunk is he in? A MISERABLE PILE OF SECRETS... so, OTA.

[backuphero]

[It's the absence of sound that wakes Jonathan. The hell-yodels have stopped. Finally.

He sits bolt upright, blinking a few times to clear his eyes.]

Hey, you hear that?

MONDAY

[strangerpeople]

[losergod]

[ C looks very off-put, but he's going to approach pretty much everyone today. ]

You saw the profiles, right? Our powers seem to have been, uh... "updated". If that's the case, I'd like to check everyone here to see if it actually works. Anything I could bring with us extra might prove useful.

[mementodagger]

[This is surprising. Actually, Yurick looks like he's expecting this to be some sort of trap.]

You know what my power is. Do you really want to be controlled by someone who's already proven untrustworthy? Or subject someone else to it?

[losergod]

Actually, that would be very akin to what my power was before this place, so...

[ He glances aside. ]

If you ever had the need to take control of me, I would let you. I would hope it would be for a good cause, though.

[mementodagger]

... I haven't ever used it. The thought repulsed me.

[Not to mention if he'd ever tried to use it to cause a murder or to force a culprit to cover up evidence, they'd know instantly that he was manipulating the scenes.]

[toushiro]

Be my guest.

[ his power isn't anything impressive, really. go tan in the incinerator all you want, C. ]

[losergod]

... I'm not sure how I'd know yours is activated, is the problem. Isn't yours a flame-retardant sort of thing?

[ Serious questions. ]

[toushiro]

[ he nods. ]

Not exactly the most useful of powers unless whatever we're up against can control fire.

[theserpentsmiles]

Just like they have been every week....which means she isn't the one who did that.

[Which is concerning, but it was already evident that Marie couldn't have done all this alone.]

Did you want me to blind you, or did you want to, uh... [Borrow his fireworks.]

[losergod]

... I think a simple handshake and me borrowing your powers for a moment should be enough?

[ He thinks, anyway. ]

Hopefully nothing too obtrusive.

[theserpentsmiles]

Probably. All you need is skin contact, right?

[This is not the Kiss of Death. It's not going to result in "more reasons Nagisa is a nightmare". He holds out a hand for a shake (don't worry, C, he washed his hands recently).]

[vividsins]

[ Hmmmm. So that's what he wants to do. Copy powers, right? Baku shrugs, peels off his gloves........





And puts a hand right in C's face for the transfer because he's a little shit. ]

[losergod]

[ Annnnd we know it works immediately because that barrier goes up so fast it isn't even funny. He is screaming bloody murder. ]

[vividsins]

Enjoy the barrier!

[ Smiling like the awful person he is. ]

[backuphero]

Well... don't see as how it's any use to anyone, but sure, go ahead.

[He sticks his hand out like he's just introduced himself.]

TUESDAY

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[theserpentsmiles]

[What is up my fellow survivors, let's play another game of Whose Stuff Is That? It's all laid out on a table in the mess hall, Nagisa beside it, poking curiously at the stew - though once again without the weapons. The guidebook also isn't there. He's...pretty sure there are going to be people with questions about the 'I'm an assassin' confession a few days ago, too.

And just like last time, if it's the weapons you're after, he's easily found in the theater trying them out.

Those visiting the library late tonight might...hear something unusual. It sounds like crying. Like someone trying to cry as quietly as possible, since crying is altogether unavoidable.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick is always in the library, or at least when he's not hiding in the room previously used by Akira and Naoya. It feels more prudent to sleep alone now, even without anyone giving him much in the way of grief. If they won't punish him, it might be simple logic leading him to punish himself, or it's merely his tendency to fall back on old habits. He's been alone for so much of his life, it doesn't feel strange to be alone now.

Maybe if he keeps telling himself that, he'll believe it.

But when he hears that sound, it wrenches at him. It's the same strangled, muffled sobs that choked him so many times as the other mercenaries slept around him. Those are the kind of tears one would shed when they didn't want anyone else to be bothered by their pain. Who here would cry like that? So he steps quietly, not wanting to alert whoever it is, not certain why he should care except he does.]

also library - is it brother ambush o'clock?

[backuphero]

[Jonathan has murdered his sleep cycle, nothing more and nothing less. If that'll still be the only thing he's killed by the time they all get out of here, he's happy with that.

There were a few paperback Westerns in the library; all seemed to be different parts of the same longrunning series, but they were entertaining enough. He was aiming for one of those, and to find someplace to curl up with it until he felt properly tired again, and that was when he heard the first muffled sound. Before he'd taught himself not to cry (and now again since he's relearned it) he'd made noises like that, more gasp than sob, breath hitching like a hook caught in one's throat. He can't see anyone past the shelves, and before he stands back up and tries to look over them...

Well, there's one person who's been avoiding him lately whenever he can manage it, one who always seems to be here. He keeps his voice hushed - ]

Yurick? You okay?

[fashionfever]

SWAG

[That's announced by the light box mounted over this little booth. A bowl of Hershey's kisses is on the counter for snacking along with New Coke and Diet Rite. Chess video game tape, Tetris video game tape, Oregon Trail video game floppy, Donkey Kong video game tape... yes, those may not be the original labels, but Angela made little covers for them and labeled them the way she saw fit. The Joker costume is on a clotheshanger nearby.

After all, what better way for Angela to cope with her distress at Yurick's absolution than a fifteen-tape video game binge? Other than the incinerator, nothing comes to mind.]

incinerator

[backuphero]

[Jonathan's taken to carefully wandering the accessible parts of the base, over the past couple of days. He's got most of his balance back; though he isn't exactly eager to try sparring with anyone they've got left, walking can only help.

The sound of the elevator, and then a door opening and closing around the curve gives him a moment's pause. No one in the theater, no one in the winery, but in the room with the furnace....]

...Angela, what are you doing?

[He's not suspicious, he's baffled.]

[fashionfever]

[There's a loud thud inside the incinerator right around when he gets through the door, and then she turns around, hiding something with one hand behind her back.]

Nothing! Nothing! [She waves her free hand, forcing a smile very poorly.] I just had some trash, but, uh, I threw away all the trash now! All those icky fabric scraps are gone!! Nothing to worry about!!!

WEDNESDAY

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