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]

[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.