WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[You dream.

She sits across from you, hairpin shining like fire, her violet eyes staring at you. She slides a cup of tea in front of you, but not before mixing in a dollop of something thick and red like fire into it.

She encourages you to drink. Insists, even. For some reason, you feel compelled to obey. The taste is that of honey. As you sip, she talks.

"I'm sure you think I'm a monster. You wouldn't be wrong."

She sips her own tea.

"I had a family, once. A long time ago. A husband. Children, though not mine. It was acceptable. I was satisfied. Then I found my true calling. I had to leave them behind."

Her cup slowly returns to its sauce.

"They're gone now." A pause. "Replaced. As is the reason I abandoned them. A Counsel of Peace...the dreams of a Messenger...a curious experiment...love itself. Maybe none of it mattered, in the end. Maybe we will not matter, either. Maybe what we are trying to do will fail after all."

"But...I am still here. And you know what they would say about reckonings in the Neath..."




Your eyes open. Something has changed inside you. You remembered something. You look around, dazed, before you stumble out of your room.

You are docked, again. A new week, a new po-wait. The hell is this. Yes, you can see it's called Spatium Prison, but when you think of Victorian era prisons...well, this is not what were expecting. Are you sure that the Conductor-whose name you somehow now remember as Lilac-didn't end up in the wrong universe or something?

...No, sadly. There are the tourists. Well. This is going to be...a week.

Hopefully everyone will survive this one.


There are 13 strangers left in this place.]

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MONDAY

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INVESTIGATION

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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DEEP CUT

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Clue: Does anyone really know what time it is? (Does anyone really care?...)

[Unlike the rest of the prison, the Off-Limits area is quiet. Even the entrance is quiet. It's as if people go out of their way to avoid coming here.

Clearly, there is something in here. Something that the Spatium jailers do not want getting out. Or perhaps it's something it doesn't want getting into.

Either way, there's a clock in there that is supposed to be fixed, and the card is now in the hands of the Strangers. It'll be all too easy to get in.]

THURSDAY

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[zackthekiller]

[Snooping around the Tourist Wing, because who the fuck wants to stay in prison?]

Workers' Quarters

[otherworldlyking]

[ Well, this sounds like a good place to sneak into.

So, anything noticeable upon entry? If not, if he's going to be peering through the doors and trying to see if something catches his eye. ]

[overworker]

[Towa is going to investigate the Library and Computer area. Heck, these computers aren't even so far off from the ones that are starting to be used in Erebonia!]

[overworker]

[In the morning... Towa isn't going to be found as she usually is, bustling about and starting her day early. No, you would have to go to her room on the train to locate her.

By afternoon she does emerge, however. She visits baggage claim for starters, a distraction that proves interesting for a while, considering her rewards. She probably stands out with them, considering the blood-stained nature of one of them, until she can manage to get them back to her room. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to question her about them.

With that taken care of she supposes she should finally get to work. She exits to Spatium Prison, wandering the locations to start mapping out the new location in her notebook. When she needs a break, she stops in the courtyard, sighing deeply. Part of her thinks it would be better to push herself, but... she can't ignore her thoughts forever.]

[zackthekiller]

[Towa, do you want to be relieved of the bloody thing? Because Zack is gonna walk right on up to her for that.]

How'd my clothes get in the baggage claim?!

[overworker]

I guess they really did take everything.

[She separates the bloody clothing from the other items and holds them out.]

Here you go. It doesn't seem like they bothered to clean them though.

[zackthekiller]

Eh, those stains have been on that hoodie for months.

[Clearly, he doesn't really care since he's just slinging them over his arm... At this point, he also notices something else in Towa's possession that belongs to him.]

And can I see that phone for a sec? It's important.

Re: MONDAY

[higanbana]

[Since the execution, Ris has more or less kept to herself. There are a couple of people aboard that have probably seen her, but for the most part she's... actually been hiding out in her room, rather than the lounge.

Which is to say, Ris has not slept in two days and everything is fine.

She can actually be found in the dining car at an ungodly hour of the morning. It's likely the rats have cleaned up most, if not all, of the mess from Proto Man's untimely demise, but here Ris is, trying to see what she can do to help out anyway. It's not like she knows what to do with herself other than her previous duties.

Her focus will likely be over on the staircase, trying to see what she can do to help with all the scuff marks.

Later in the day, Ris tentatively heads out into the prison. She winds up in the Stranger's Wing, and... okay, well, it looks like at least one person likes this setup, because Ris is taking a cell, curling up on the bed, and going the fuck to sleep.

It's still too comfortable and high-class for her, if she's honest, but at this point she's too exhausted to argue the point. It's still a jail cell, in a sense, and that's at least a little closer to what she's used to. (As worrying as that probably is to every other remaining Stranger.)

At some point after normal dinner hours, she'll wake back up and head toward the dining car again, but despite the options at her disposal she seems to just kind of be staring at the ingredients hoping something will make itself.

Everything is fine, and Ris is doing great.]

[also open for wildcard options! hit me with your best shot.]

[zackthekiller]

[... What the fuck did he just dream about?

Well, Zack could remember parts of his dream, and an actual name for once, but...

You can find him sitting in the Dining Car at a reasonable hour of the morning, for once. He's eating sort of slow, distracted by his thoughts.]

Jesus... How the hell did I manage to forget that guy...?

[Uh. Zack. You really need to learn not to talk with your mouth full.

Anyway, after breakfast he figures he might as well explore this week's mysterious location of fun, so he heads out into the Prisoner's wing and-]

What the...? [Yep. Prison. With actual prisoners in here. Zack figured he would end up in prison one of these days, but not on the outside of the cell! And why do these criminals look so damn comfy?] Are ya kidding me?! What kind of sick place is this?

[Zack has a long history of killing that would surely get him locked up in the high security area if any of the guards found out, so he is definitely not planning to spend too much time off the train this week... He does poke around in the mess hall around lunch time to see what kind of food they get.

Zack is not impressed by the food pills.]

The fuck is this shit? [He pokes a finger at the tiny pill that was put into his hand.] I expected actual food! Not some tiny scraps or anything!

[katzenpfote]

[As he passes her in the dining car, Caleb stops her.]

... I have something for you.

Mess hall

[telecosmetic]

...let me try one. [Eliza holds out a curious hand.] Maybe they have a really strong taste or something?

EVIDENCE

[strangerpeople]

[As he walks through the wings, he will see people just staring at him. A lot. Whispering. Judging. The usual.

As he does walk, he finds himself behind a couple walking around the courtyard, talking. Suddenly, they begin to whisper.]

Did you hear? One of the MPs from Port Prosper's become newly bedazzled over the weekend.

Really? Another one?!

Yes...the New Sequence must really know how to convince people to join it...more than that, he was back at the Floating Parliament this morning...

[katzenpfote]

[Caleb is going to try to sneak in and prod around Tourist Wing 2.]

[zackthekiller]

... Here. Knock yourself out.

[He just drops the pill into his sister's hand.]

[higanbana]

[Ris stops and looks up at him.]

Mm?

[Still not feeling very talkative, apparently.]

[katzenpfote]

[He reaches into hos pocket and pulls out some... familiar-looking glass.]

It seems you were the closest of us to her, so I thought you might want to decide what to do with the remains. Just leaving her there did not seem right, but we had no choice with most of it...

[higanbana]

[You know, Caleb. Most people around here would probably question you for handing them tiny shards of someone's corpse. But thankfully, this is Ris, so.

Her eyes widen for a moment, then she just looks resigned as she holds out her hands.]

...I will figure something out. Thank you.

[strangerpeople]

[Actually, funny thing, you both hear this.]

[zackthekiller]

Huh...?

[He's not entirely sure how sneaky a guy like him can be but he's gonna keep listening.

Maybe he could try putting an... No, that's just gross.]