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

[higanbana]

[The noises stop abruptly, with a sharp squeak of alarm. After that, there's just silence from the other side for a moment, before eventually she does call back.]

...Yes.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[The silence stretches painfully for him before she answers, and it's not much a relief when she does.]

...Do you need- ...Do you want help?

[higanbana]

[Another silence, although shorter than the first.]

We need help. We would like it very much.

We do not know how much you can provide.

[technicolourdifficulties]

[He's useless for this kind of thing. They both know it. But still...]

...I am uncertain as well. However, if nothing else, I can sit with you, if you would like?