WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[It is again early morning when the train docks next. This time, however, the dock is not as busy. There are few trains to be seen, and even fewer people. Only a man stands at the dock, teeth sharp in his smile, scelera a deep gold as he stares beneath his fedora.

"Unexpected," he said with a smile. A two-dimensional dog with the head of a scribbled black cloud hops by, ignoring him. "But not unwanted. Do make yourselves comfortable."

This new place is known as Victoria's Chasm, named after an Empress. No, not that one. Her Thrice-Renewed Majesty is quite comfortable on her Throne, and rulled for much longer than 99 days, thank you very much.

In the distance, black begins to erupt like tendrils. Lightning flashes through the clouds. This is the land of monsters; tread carefully. And do not despair, whatever you do.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Small. Many of them are just schoolbags.]

[telecosmetic]

[*looks at the Wastes thread like I'm on the Office*

She'll lift one, just to check the weight. Weirdly light, oddly heavy?]

[strangerpeople]

[Light.]

[telecosmetic]

[She glances around furtively before trying to unzip the bag and peek inside. Is it actually empty?]

[strangerpeople]

[There are schoolbooks in it.]

[telecosmetic]

[Also in foreign languages?]

[strangerpeople]

[Yup.]

[telecosmetic]

[Hmm...she'll open some of the bags with different languages. Do the textbooks all look like translations of each other (same cover, author name, etc.), or are they distinct?]