WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[The new week comes.

Those who have eaten the offered food from the Stewards will find themselves much more refreshed and energetic. They will also find their need for food is practically nonexistent for the rest of the week. However, that may not be the only side effect of their sustenance they might find-nor will all of the side effects be pleasant.

There are no new floors to explore, though there is a bouncy castle in the arena now. (Thanks, Harriet.) There is also the possibility that there may be more to find on these floors-or maybe they are just going on a wild goose chase. Or maybe there is something to find, though those who look for answers may not like what they find.

And what of the number of Strangers left? The Stewards have already allowed a murderer to get away with their crime scot free, and no one else has uncovered the culprit. Who knows what else the Stewards might have up their sleeves?

There are fourteen strangers left.]

Comments

[icanhearscreams]

[He will continue to follow it! Attempting to be stealthy.]

[strangerpeople]

[It doesn't seem to notice Jun, still.

It hops until it gets to something that looks like a mound. After a few chitters to....who knows what?...it suddenly seems to vanish into dark wisps.]

[icanhearscreams]

[... He's gonna go try and find a stick or something to poke the mound.]

[1/2]

[strangerpeople]

[He, uh, might not want to do that-]

[15unknowns]

[Whenever Jun turns around with the stick, who should be there, where the mound had been, but the Elderly Steward, standing up from the kneeling position he had been in.

He also doesn't seem to have noticed Jun as he finishes releasing a spider into the garden.]

[icanhearscreams]

[He freezes and attempts to hide a little bit among the bushes and flowers, hoping his natural small size will help him.]

[15unknowns]

[The Elderly Steward looks up, and around. At one point, his eyes cast over in Jun's direction.]

...

[If he did notice Jun, he's not saying anything. Instead, he gingerly pets a different spider that has hopped onto a sunflower, murmuring to it.]

One day...soon, I hope.

He is with us, after all.

It is only a matter of time.

[icanhearscreams]

[He stays very still - not like he can run fast with his injury, anyway.]

[Who could he be talking about? He wants to know more, but the older Steward seems the more secretive of the two.]

[15unknowns]

[A sigh.]

Ah, my Lady, if only you were truly here! I know you are to return. I only wish I could hasten it. But I know...to waste the power we have gained...you would not want that. It would be...foolish to gamble our good fortunes so.

[Gently stroking the spider, which seems to cozy up to the pettins.]

For now, this must suffice. For me, for that buffoon, for all of your ardent followers. Our work shall continue.

[One last longing sigh, and the Elderly Steward proceeds to walk off, hands folded behind his back.



You're safe to move after a few moments, Jun.]

[icanhearscreams]

[Fuck, this guy sounds like he's reciting bad dialogue in an anime.]

[Once he's sure the Steward is gone, he moves forward and sees if he can glance at the spider. He's curious as to what kind it is, but he doesn't want to get too close.]

[strangerpeople]

[It is a black spider. It’s eyes have a hint of color in them, though at Jun’s distance it’s impossible to pin the exact shade. Red? Pink? Purple?

Hard to say.]

[icanhearscreams]

[... Yeah, no. He's gonna just leave. It's a bad idea to get involved with spiders if he doesn't know if it's poisonous. He'll head back inside.]