FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

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.]


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Comments

[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.]

[losergod]

There are plenty of situations it would be useful. The controller having skills they one they're using doesn't, for example, to help them. In this situation, we need everyone on as level a playing field as they can be, and I admit freely I'm not exactly a... fighter.

[ It's not always horrible. ]

Although it's a bit of an odd thing for me to imagine, someone controlling the vessel I'm already in and then controlling my mind inside that vessel.