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.]

Comments

[charmingheroine]

I knew how to do that, before here. I didn't need a brick of solid time, either. I'm worse than useless, I guess, being bitter about that.

[She looks down, away, anywhere but at him.]

As far as you're concerned - is conjured lightning elemental magic?

[katzenpfote]

You're far from useless. And... it is, yes. Why?

[charmingheroine]

[Charlotte looks back up, and... she may have practiced in front of a mirror for an embarrassing amount of time to be able to control it so finely as this, but that glow Caleb's likely seen at least once by now is present only in her eyes.]

I... think I might be partly made of it, now. I'm not sure how else to explain this. If I were summoning or channelling it, I couldn't hold it in place like this, or like I did to free the Unicorn, but I can throw it, too.

[katzenpfote]

... It looks like it's mostly light right now, but all right.