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!))

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[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus hears an unfamiliar voice and heads towards it-and finds this scene.]

...is that Snivy talking?

[15unknowns]

FOOL!

[Even in Emma's arms, he points his cane at Fransiscus.]

Snivy isn't even a word!

[hexposition]

[Emma catches the "Snivy" in her arms, cradling Excalibur there as she turns back to Jun.]

Jun, if you just concentrate, you can turn back! I did! Don't panic!

[....ah]

Oh, ah. Hello, Franciscus. I found a... friend? I think? This is Excalibur.

[icanhearscreams]

I... uh...

[ Focus. He can do that. Yes? Probably. ]

[ He attempts to concentrate on being himself again. ]

[silvertongueheir]

Wait, that's Jun? [Franciscus is even more confused by everything that's going on.] Where did he come from?

[1/2]

[strangerpeople]

[Mere seconds later, the catapult is gone, replaced with Jun.]

[2/2]

[15unknowns]

Excellent!

[Still pointing at Franciscus.]

You next!

[silvertongueheir]

...what do you mean, me next?

[hexposition]

A-apparently, if we concentrate on our powers... we can transform ourselves into the form of a weapon, and back again. That's what Excalibur taught me.

[silvertongueheir]

[...Alright. He supposes he can try. He picks Hydrangea off his shoulder and places the Shaymin on the ground, before focusing on his fire abilities.]

[hexposition]

[Emma will kneel down to set Excalibur down (if he wants to get down!) and also to offer to pick Hydrangea up.]

[1/2]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a flash of light, and seconds later, where Franciscus stood is an orange gun of...some kind. Hm.]

[15unknowns]

[Aaaand...while that is happening, Excalibur looks at everyone once he hops down, yawns, and walks off.



later kiddies he bored]

[icanhearscreams]

... This is stupid.

[hexposition]

W-wait! Your Legendariness...!

[That's not gonna bring him back, is it. Emma just slumps.]

...I-if you concentrate, you can turn back, Franciscus.

[15unknowns]

[nope, he's gone]

[silvertongueheir]

[Hydrangea lets himself get picked up-then his fur floofs out in surprise when he sees his trainer turn into a gun. Franciscus lets out a slight grumbling noise before concentrating, trying to change himself back.]

[strangerpeople]

[One instant flash later, and there is Franciscus!]

[hexposition]

[Emma gives Hydrangea some gentle pets, whispering to calm him.]

Ssh, it's all right. He'll be all right... see? There he is.

[icanhearscreams]

... I have no idea how to explain this shit.

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus brushes himself off, before reaching out to take Hydrangea back.] It's alright. It's just...like your Forme changes, that's all. [He glances at the leaving Excalibur.] Did he have any other useful information to share?

[hexposition]

[Emma stands, going over to Franciscus so Hydrangea can hop from one hold into the other.]

When I ran into him downstairs, he told me he believed we were in the twelfth century. By what time period, I can't tell you, as it's most certainly not my twelfth century, but perhaps that's more useful to either of you?

[silvertongueheir]

...I'm unsure of the specifics of 12th-century architecture, but the general timeline does seem to make sense. [Here, he's going to snuggle his hedgehog son now. It's okay, it just means Dad can shapeshift like you can now!]

[icanhearscreams]

I have no idea. Maybe. 1100s... history isn't my thing. It was the early 21st century in my world...

[hexposition]

It was S.1204 where I came from, so I'll be no help here. Our years clearly don't match up with yours.