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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CURRENT NIGHTMARE LEVELS

[strangerpeople]

[As of Sunday, the following characters have the following levels of Nightmares:


Level 1
Emma
Ambrosine

Level 2
Krone

Level 3
Franciscus
Osomatsu
Thanatos
Arthur

Level 4
Harriet

Level 5
Jun

Level 7
Eric]

SUNDAY

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INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD

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???

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[Sometime on Sunday morning, there is a strange crashing sound coming from one of the basement rooms.

Oh boy.]

MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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[hexposition]

[Has Emma ever made a good decision in her life while she's been here?

No. No she has not. So down to the basement she goes!

What's there to see?]

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[Someone has table-flipped quite a few board games.

There is also movement that dashes behind the rotator.]

[hexposition]

[Hm. Bad.]

...Who's there?

[Tentatively, Emma's going to walk toward the rotator, bringing her hands up nervously to her chest.]

[strangerpeople]

[After a moment, the figure walks out of the shadows...

And it's.......it's........!]

[15unknowns]

YOU!

[




























uh the fuck is that thing pointing a cane at you]

...You are not who I thought was coming!

[hexposition]

[..........................nani the fuck,

Give Emma a moment. A long moment. What is this even.]

...Wha....

[Wait, erm. That's impolite, isn't it.]

W-who are you?

[Nailed it?]

[15unknowns]

WHAT!

You mean your comrade did not inform you!

[huff]

Very well!

The greatest of all weapons! The legend to which you should aspire to!

I am...

[hexposition]

My... comrade...?

[She's just getting more and more confused as she goes.

Just gonna. Surreptitiously pinch herself to make sure this isn't a dream?]

A legendary weapon? But then, how are you wielded...?

[It's not the fact that it's talking that bothers her. This is relatively normal. But how do you hit anything with that?]

[15unknowns]

Indeed! Your fellow weapon, who is covered in hair! Did she not inform you all about my requisite story time??

...

Did she not tell you of my legend??

......

FOOL! Did she not tell you anything!?

[hexposition]

I... I haven't the slightest idea who you're talking about...?

[Was Mrs. Parham covered in hair? Emma... never checked... She sure didn't seem like a weapon, though.]

So, no. I'm afraid my... comrade... never told me anything. Could you perhaps enlighten me...?

[15unknowns]

[h u f f]

Kids these days...very well! I shall show you!

[And with that, there is a flash of light, and--in place of the,,thing, there is a gleaming white-and-gold sword, with a gold hilt, laying on the floor.

...that keeps talking.]

Do you understand? NOW!

You do the same!

[hexposition]

[Honestly? The talking sword is a little more normal than whatever the heck that thing was.]

I, um...

Your, ah. Legendariness. I'm sorry, but you seem to have me confused for someone else. I'm just a human. I can't transform into anything like that...

[15unknowns]

FOOL!

Of course you can transform into a weapon! Concentrate! Look inside yourself, and be your power!

Didn't anyone teach you such a basic thing!? What in the world is wrong with schools these days!?

[yonosoymaria]

[There are several new items in the arena, in what seems to be the exchange zone. The cigarettes, however, are gone.

If you'd wanted to steal one, you can find them out in the garden, with Eric, who seems to have lit one off of one of the omnipresent candles. He's staring at the well, brooding, and if he hears someone approach, his response is... reflexive, not rational.]

Yes, John, it's a filthy habit that stains my hands and my teeth, I know.

[icanhearscreams]

[There’s someone who’s nearby, and he reaches into the other’s belt to try to grab the cigarette carton.]

CW full on "what year is it where am I" hallucination

[yonosoymaria]

[Eric laughs, turning that hip the cigarettes rested above away and looking back over his shoulder.]

Really, Quin, you can ask, I won't tell your mother!

[But if he's smoking Woodbines, then how would Quincey Harker be so young still? But it can't not be him, this is the garden at Dr. Seward's home, isn't it? The fountain is broken, but....]

[icanhearscreams]

[There’s a pause, and then the box itself tries to jump out from his belt.]