WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[Well. Good morning, Strangers. When you wake up, you will realize two things.

The first is that something has changed with your memories. One of them is different from when you recall it being before. Clearer, more coherent, more...correct, somehow.

Could it have been an effect of what happened with the trial? You don't know. What you do know is that the staircase outside of the bedrooms has also changed-the way is no longer blocked. There is a new floor above to explore, now.

What do you do, now? Will you eat anything that had been offered by the Stewards, if you'd managed to snag some of it during the trial? Will you continue to dive into the mystery of this place? And if you do-how much more will it cost you?

There is, unfortunately, only one way to find out.


There are twelve strangers in this place.]

((OoC: Please remember to do activity check!))

Comments

[notadinosnack]

[Well, Thanatos doesn't care about stealing one or stopping Eric from smoking. He was just trying to find Eric to see how he was doing after that mess of a trial. It is concerning to be addressed by the wrong name when he walks up, but he'll not comment on that for now until he knows more about what is going on.]

Don't care about that. I just wanted to see how you are doing and if you wanted to join me for a drink.

Failed a sanity save, oops

[yonosoymaria]

Quincey? But you're - I -

[Eric looks puzzled, but nevertheless after a moment his confusion is replaced with a smile.]

Of course.

[notadinosnack]

[Another name? Now Thanatos isn't so sure if Eric should be drinking, but at the same time they both obviously could use it. Well, if it comes down to it he can handle most things that can come up. For now he'll just act normal and see what happens so he can figure out what is going on here.]

Do you want to finish that first or bring it with you?

[So not from modern times where people would care if someone smokes in the mansion. People smoking in a tavern in his world is perfectly normal.]

[yonosoymaria]

[Wandering through a house with a cigarette dropping ash is rude, but... this can't be the Seward place, if Quincey's somehow here and alive, so perhaps it wouldn't be rude....]

I'll bring it with. God, I have questions... I don't even know where to start.

[notadinosnack]

[Well, who cares what the Stewards think about said rudeness.]

I always find starting at the beginning is good. Who are John and Quincey?

[yonosoymaria]

Pardon?

[He says it faintly, in a tone evocative of a man just hit across the face.]

[notadinosnack]

Well, you're a bit young to be going senile, so it can't be that. [His tone is teasing there.] But I'm not either of the people you just referred to me as.

[yonosoymaria]

I - but you - oh, God.

[He looks absolutely crestfallen, far more that than embarrassed.]

You... I'd taken you for Quincey Morris. He was... he'd look about the same age as you do, if he'd lived. John's his son, he is - was - is my best friend. Couldn't stand it when I smoked. That's barely anything, I know, but... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... that.

[notadinosnack]

Nothing to be sorry for. If anything I should feel it's a compliment that you mistook me for your friends rather than your worst enemy or something. It's just worrying since you're way too young to be forgetting names and even I'm not old enough for that yet.

[yonosoymaria]

This place is weighing on me... it's pulling memories out of my head and laying them over itself like they're real.

[He looks at the cigarette in his hand suspiciously, as though he's worried it too might not be real, and then looks back at Thanatos.]

I think a drink might be in order now, yes.

[notadinosnack]

I think it's weighing on us both. I think I'll just focus for now on which of the various drinks we should pick. It's been so long since I had choices there. [He chuckles at that, but it is a sad truth that they did have to make do with whatever drinks they could salvage from driftage.]