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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[It is late morning, when suddenly, there is another scream. This one, however, doesn't come from the bedrooms, or the library, or the parlor, or anywhere in particular. This one comes from everywhere, through the webs.]

YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!! YOU SHITSTAINS!! YOU LOWLIFE PIECES OF RECTAL VOMIT!!

HOW DARE YOU-BIG SIS IS--GRRRRRRGH!!!

[The screaming starts to fade, though it can still be heard, if someone less coherently, then when the Elder Steward's voice comes on. There is no playfulness, no bemusement, no subtle darkness. His is the voice of cold, unbridled, monstrous fury, with only some semblance of decorum keeping him from also exploding into a similar rage as his companion.]

You fools. The individual that you somehow managed to assassinate was a dear guest of ours, and of Our Lady's. I will not pretend to understand how you succeeded. But know this.

You have made a very terrible mistake, humans.

You have deprived Our Lady of something she keenly needed and took great lengths to have with us-

[The Younger Steward's voice suddenly becomes very loud again, briefly.]

you fuckers you FUCKERS YOU BRAT I WILL RIP YOU APART-

-and you have plunged us both into a mood of incalculable grief and anger. We have done nothing but try to make you what you were born to be, and THIS is how you-

[A hiss, then exhale.]

...It is only due to the fact that Our Lady would not want us to merely rip all of you apart limb from limb where you stand for what you've done, that I and my partner have not come to do so right away. No. We demand recompense.

We demand that you restore what you have so cruelly destroyed. We will give you such a chance to pay the price we-no, that Our Lady deserves. There is a Temple beyond where you are now-we expect you to be there on the top floor in two days' time from now. All of you. We will discuss what you are to do for us in payment for your blasphemy.

Should you be late, or should even one of you not appear...well, allow me to simply say that my partner will ensure that you will wish you were never born.

THAT WON'T EVEN BE THE BEGINNING OF WHAT I'M GOING TO D-

[And with that, the communication is done. The survivors are alone once more.]