FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Well. What else can be said? The Little Courtesy is over. You have all survived. You are now going to your final destination-with invitations to boot. And Charlotte will be getting that private audience, as promised.

But it's not over. Everyone knows it. Confrontation is inevitable. The question is what, exactly, will happen when that confrontation happens-or if anyone will in fact be able to go with Charlotte when it happens. But you've gone this far. There's no turning back. There has to be a way.

Nothing has been certain, or simple. Whatever happens will be no different from the horrors of the Little Courtesy. Perhaps the saying might still hold. Will all be well? Will it?

It must. God help everyone if it isn't.

Seven is the Number, but there are nine strangers left in this place.]

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[1/2]

[strangerpeople]

[The first thing he will feel is pain.

The second thing he will feel is agony.

The third is-]

[2/2]

[strangerpeople]

[Sorrow.

It is not your sorrow, but it courses through you so strongly, for the moment you think it is. It is a sorrow of a lost planet. A beautiful planet, of blue waters and lush green. A city of skyscrapers with gleaming steel piercing the sky. It is so like Earth it is uncanny. Almost like it could, indeed, be Earth.

A man with kind eyes, holding you, promising that everything will be all right.

Your hands intertwine.

"I love you. No matter what happens."

It is all gone. All those moments, all of those wonderful things that had made you so happy.

The sky turned red. The countless lights descended. The lights were concepts born, and they howled in a language you did not yet know. The other Earth loomed. Your Earth cried.

If only you could have done something, beforehand. If only you had been warned.

If only you had been strong enough.

If only all could at last, after all manner of thing, be well-]

[biddentodance]

[I guess we're just going to lie on the floor reeling for a bit then!]

[eternaldivide]

[ ...... as awkward as thing probably are between them he probably shouldn't leave him like that especially since that ... doesn't look good.

That and if anyone comes by they'll probably think all that wine is blood and Mithos does not want anyone to think the same thing he did last week. Not after what... happened last week.

So he'll go over and kneel down and .... hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder. ]

Hey... Minato?

[biddentodance]

[There's a longer-than-comfortable moment when he doesn't respond. He does seem to be alive, the whole time, at least.

But then he does, with a quiet groan and shifting to get his hand off that needle.]

...Might...need to...

[eternaldivide]

[ that ... is worrying and a bit uncomfortable. But Mithos waits quietly until Minato eventually gives him some sort of movement. ]

Don't push yourself ... You don't look well.

[ something happened but Mithos will wait until Minato looks like he can even speak in full sentences before asking. ]

[biddentodance]

[Another several seconds or so, then, to re-orient himself. Okay.]

...Should probably rename that cat. Call him Disaster.

[We are okay enough to make jokes! That said, he will carefully pick that needle up by the non-pointy end, examining it carefully.]

[eternaldivide]

[ Oh good, jokes! That's always a good sign! ]

... Disaster is a good name if your cat caused all this.

[ Though he glances at the needle as Minato examines it ]

Did you injure yourself on that needle?

[ Does he need to go and get Nurse Ris ]

[biddentodance]

Tripped on him, yeah. Likes to scratch, too.

[He'll show his hand - the palm is bleeding a little, nothing that would need more than cleaning and a bandaid.] Nothing serious, just a scratch, but...something happened.

[eternaldivide]

Sounds like... quite the rowdy cat you received.

[ Minato of all cats .... but good that his hand doesn't look that bad. Definitely a simply cleaning and a band-aid. However-- ]

What happened?

[biddentodance]

Not sure if he hates me or likes me.

[Yarnball was always an angel around Eliza, but apparently we just cannot have nice things.]

Not sure if it was a hallucination, or a vision. [One of those is much worse than the other.] Definitely...sad, though. And maybe relevant.

[eternaldivide]

Mm. Hard to say. I'd like to believe he likes you if he didn't just leave you.

[ Even if it's... just because Minato feeds it or something. ]

Relevant? What was it about... if you don't mind my asking.

[ Sounds like it... might be important. Ignoring the fact that Minato doesn't know which one it was (and yes one of those is ... definitely worse than the other). ]

[biddentodance]

Think it was...about Earth. This universe's Earth. Replaced...countless lights... Might be the Suns...?

[He's trying to analyze what he saw and honestly is tempted to stick himself with the needle again.]

[eternaldivide]

[ Mithos frowns a little at that. ]

Are you ... saying it was replaced by the countless lights? From what we know it could be the Suns...

[biddentodance]

Not sure which Earth I was on. Saw the other one, though. Not...sure if whoever I was knew it was coming....almost felt like it....

[eternaldivide]

Seeing one Earth from another ... I wonder if they have some sort of relation to one another. I ... doubt it'd be anything like the worlds I know... but it's a possibility.

[biddentodance]

Pretty sure. Heard something about this before. Wefts. Replacement...

[eternaldivide]

... It's not impossible for them to use Wefts as replacements for something, if that's what you're thinking.

[biddentodance]

No, I....this universe's Earth was replaced by another Earth. Sounded like how this started.

[eternaldivide]

... Did what you see give you a possibility as to how it happened? What could have been the Suns, maybe?

[biddentodance]

A red sky, countless lights descending...concepts born.

[eternaldivide]

Countless lights descending from a red sky ... in which concepts were born. I wonder if there was something -- or someone -- that had cast those lights down.

[biddentodance]

The lights were concepts - like...physical embodiments, maybe? Seen that kind of thing before - experienced...

[eternaldivide]

Hm ... and here I was thinking of it as a sort of Judgement ... Would you say it's similar to what you have experienced?

[biddentodance]

Judgement's probably close, though. And...not sure. Dealt with Death, personally...