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.]

Comments

[biddentodance]

[He might need a little support to keep him from wobbling, but he can stand. Follow orders. Just like usual.]

Dark.... Midnight's dark-- [He nods at Eliza.] Room is death....

[higanbana]

...On second thought, explain the whole midnight thing to me when you're lucid.

["Room is death?"]

Would... you rather rest in the lounge, then?

[She's just going to look over at Eliza, as if to confirm they're both on the same wavelength, before swallowing her nerves and going to help support him from one side.

She's positive Eliza will take up the other.]

[telecosmetic]

[Yeah, she's picking him up to support him, while frowning and trying to remember if she's heard something about that before...]

You don't have to stay in your own room, if you're worried about it...you can probably find someone to bunk with. I'm staying with Zack, after all.