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

[relieable]

[interesting. he's thinking about the fact that someone used a small skull to make a... whatever it is. golem? or even...

well, never mind that. he'll peek at the containers of clay next, opening one by one, touching the clay to see if it does anything, or if it feels normal]

[strangerpeople]

[It doesn't really feel normal, although it's hard to say in what way, texture-wise. Rather, somehow it just seems powerful.]

[relieable]

[powerful clay. that is... something. he covers the containers up again, then wanders over to the forge to look around that. metalworking seems fun, actually. he just doesn't know how to do it. for now, though, he's simply looking for anything out of the ordinary]

[strangerpeople]

[All of that stuff is pretty normal, in fact. Maybe some of the ores are powerful too but if they are, you can't tell.]

[relieable]

[yeah, he doesn't have any weird senses. maybe it really is just a normal workshop. though he's going to head back to the closet that is full of all those weird fancy hats. he rummages through the hats to see if anything else is hiding in there]

[strangerpeople]

[oh shit dog, there's totally something in the back of all those hats!

.......It's a spiderweb. There's spiders in here. Of course. But at least they skitter away when he gets his hand in there.]

[relieable]

[oh. of course. and Osomatsu touches it! BLEH. he pulls back, waving his hand to get the cobwebs off]

What kinda witch wears a beige hat, anyway? [were they for white witches? not that he knows much of the difference. white means good, black means bad, right?

after checking the closet, he shoves the hats back into it. he looks around the workshop again, making sure to check above him, and below]

[strangerpeople]

[Beiges for mages, Osomatsu! BEIGES FOR MAGES!

That's pretty much it for this room though. Hopefully you or someone else finds more information on how to use this stuff.]

[relieable]

[mages, magicians, wizards, witches... all of them use magic and none of them can make gold. so they're not useful to him.

after taking one more glance around, he leaves. it's finally time to drink!

and possibly find more real food, right]

[strangerpeople]

[keep dreaming!]