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]

[ah. hm. what is he getting at?]

You're askin' if I'd live 800 years to see my family again? How would that even be possible?

[he has an idea, but he's not going to say it out loud]

[15unknowns]

[Giriko's face stiffens and he returns to his drink.]

Doesn't matter! I'm just asking for shits and giggles. Cause you're probably gonna die without that ever happening, ya know. You didn't side with Big Sis... so you can just rot here........ heh heh heheh.

cw self-deprecation

[relieable]

[tch. Osomatsu snarls into his beer]

Yeah, well, joke's on you, pal. I may rot here, but that's fine. I wasn't doin' anything worthwhile back in that little town anyway. I'm worth exactly zero dollars. I'm not even a freaking human!

[he pauses to chug. then slams his bottle down and points at the Younger Steward]

But that's not me givin' up. I know there's a bunch of secrets you and your Lady are hidin' here, and I'm not gonna rest until I find 'em. Even if it takes the rest of my life. If I can't get home, at least maybe someone else will!

[15unknowns]

[He just huffs and rolls his eyes at the point. Very mature like.]

I betcha think you're real gutsy saying that, huh? Do you even give a shit about the people who're left? Any of em' help you after Scorch-boy got iced? If you're trying to fake up some worth by being useful to fuckin' strangers, you might as well have just listened to us from the start. She would've loved you all...

[There's a hint of sadness in this past tense. Giriko hastens to cover it up.]

If you weren't a bunch of traitors!

[relieable]

[well, Giriko has a point. Osomatsu may be fighting for the strangers, but are any of them fighting for him? he thinks he's on okay terms with Arthur and Ambrosine. but his relationship with Krone is rocky, at best. and Eric... well, Eric.

Osomatsu's no hero. he used to be only into saving his own hide. but things have changed quite a bit. he looks away for a second, before fixing his eyes on him again]

How are we traitors? You took us all from our homes and forced us to kill each other! Does that sound very loving?

[15unknowns]

Hey, get it fucking straight, jackass. We offered rewards for you killing each other. Your fellows took em'. It's a cruel, rotten world and the ones you're from ain't any different, are they? Wasn't the original Osomatsu even more of a piece of shit, out there taking his family for granted?

But you need strength to protect anything. She gave you power. She let you see people as they really are. We're all selfish assholes, pretending to have noble fuckin' intentions... follow in madness and destruction, that's the closest you can possibly get to truth...

[yeah, this is really getting into drunken rambling right now.]

[relieable]

[HM. he may get something useful out of this guy yet. if anything else, Osomatsu is still an opportunist. if Giriko is going to ramble at him, he'll take it]

Was she plannin' on brainwashing us, too?

[15unknowns]

[he is definitely drunk enough to keep blabbering on, and he cracks a wry (if a bit sloppy) grin.]

Up to you. Weapons are made to be used on enemies.

[relieable]

[his brows furrow, and he looks away again, drinking the rest of his beer... ah, he's drinking too fast. that's going to hurt later. it makes everything foggier now.

Osomatsu's not certain where to go from here. he needs more information! how can he get it?]

Doesn't seem like we've got much choice in what we're supposed to do, huh? We... [a pause, as he thinks of his words] ...are supposed to swear loyalty to someone we never even see, but what happens when we do? What do I get outta this deal?

[15unknowns]

Shit. You're asking that like you don't even realize. You past murdergamers have the MOST to gain from joining us... don't tell me you were really looking forward to living in fucking Cartesio. Our world is right here and ready to be torn out of its roots. We'll give you something NONE of the Yous ever had: a direction. A purpose. Everyone wants one of those, right? Huh?

[relieable]

[ah, here it is. that's what Osomatsu is looking for. his stomach is all twisted up in knots]

Sure.

[he wants another beer for this, though he knows that's a bad idea. he needs to stay focused]

A purpose would be nice, I guess.