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.))

Comments

[relieable]

[what was that one Steward's name... Osomatsu heard it, talked about it with Harriet]

Giriko is the Younger Steward, I think.

[but names aren't important, at least not now]

Does Maka... [a slight wince] ...can she bring you back? Can we?

[silvertongueheir]

She didn't mention anything of the sort, though...I don't think we've actually asked her yet. She was discussing some other subjects as well...I'm sorry, I wish I could recall better.

[relieable]

[aaaaa no, that was what he wanted to know most! Osomatsu sighs, dropping his head forward. maybe it's not possible, maybe this won't be like Cartesio at all.

when he lifts his head again, he's trying to smile, even though he's upset]

You're fine. Don't worry. I'm the one who dragged you out here. Anything you can tell me helps.

[silvertongueheir]

[Franciscus nods, though it probably looks odd coming from that large bandage-wrapped mummy form.] I'll remember to ask about that, as well. Perhaps you should also look around to see if there are any resurrection spells with a more stable result...

[Even as he speaks, the bandages around his form start unraveling.]

Ah...I'm sorry, I wanted to have more time with you... [His voice rises, even as he starts to fade away.] I love you! Stay safe!

[relieable]

[what. no. both Osomatsu and Hydrangea look on with wide eyes and forlorn expressions as the bandages unravel.

"I love you," Franciscus said. Osomatsu's brows furrow. he scoops up Hydrangea in his arms and his shoulders slump. Franciscus' voice echoes in his ears, and his own voice is small as he replies]

...Love you, too.

[he's going to just... sit here for a while. he can explore more tomorrow]