FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[There are no new floors that open today.

No food, if you didn't bring any with you. No way to figure out how much more anyone can take of this. There's just no way to know. Half of your number are gone. Half of your number either betrayed, or were betrayed. It is overwhelming and terrible-and who knows what more is to come.

You can feel the shift in the air. The fear, the strain, the tension, between everyone who is left. What can anyone do? Is there any way out of this? Is everyone truly condemned, after all? Who will betray whom?

What will happen next?


There are seven strangers left in this place.]

((OOC NOTE: This post is your last chance to have your characters explore the Mansion and all of its corners for possible clues. After the Final Investigation is open on Thursday, the Mansion will still be accessible, but the Strangers will be unable to uncover any new clues-or alter their Nightmare levels-in Investigations or Encounters.

You have been warned.))

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bedroom

[hexposition]

[You would think Emma would be a little more concerned about her own well-being after yesterday, but no. Apparently, not, because she hears that shout and comes running.]

Arthur? What's going on?!

[incendiarize]

[Judging by the fact he's sitting upright in bed, eyes wide, breath heaving? A nightmare. It takes him a moment to respond.

He isn't used to the nightmare continuing after he wakes up.]

S-Sorry!

[hexposition]

...

[Emma takes a seat just at the edge of his bed, hands folded in her lap like a proper lady even now.]

You don't need to apologize to me. I'm pretty sure we've all been having nightmares.

[She does her best to keep her voice even, calm.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[incendiarize]

I....can't.

[Not won't, not don't want to, can't.]

It's always the same, once I wake up I can't remember it. [He's still trying to blink it away.] I just- nothing's really on fire, right? That's just in my head?

[hexposition]

Ah... I see.

[And to his second question, she quirks her lips into a sympathetic little smile.]

No, there's no fire. I've not been burnt at the stake yet, despite everything.

[Sometimes, you have to try to make light of terrible situations.]

[incendiarize]

[There's a half-hearted laugh at that. Gallows humor is still humor.]

Geez, these hallucinations.... They're getting pretty bad, huh?

[hexposition]

They most certainly are.

[She's quiet for a moment, then speaks a little softer.]

I'm sure everything else you must have seen over the past few weeks hasn't been helping.

[incendiarize]

[Right, she knows how complete an experience his visions are. The one they shared was....tame, compared to most of his. Since he's usually looking for how people died, and getting it through the victim. It's easy enough to put two and two together.]

I'll be okay. It's something only I can do, right? So I have to. I dunno if I've even been doing enough...

[hexposition]

Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you need to do it alone, you know.

[Like she had when they'd first spoken privately, she offers a hand to hold one of his, if he'll allow her.]

You're doing more than enough. We're all suffering enough, and you're putting yourself through even more for our sake... the least we can do is support you, too.