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[strangerpeople]

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[The national council just announced the blight to the country.

There was no sugarcoating it anymore. This was a critical time. Saving all of the vines is paramount, but what does one do when the blight hits? It keeps encroaching on the grapes, day by day. Entire clusters, entire bunches, dead and rotting, while allowing the blight to spread, and the leading botanists and viticulturists cannot identify the origin or the cause. They can't even successfully isolate the culprit in their labs; it seems to disappear like air no matter the precautions taken.

It is a catastrophe that seems to be beyond science, and it will result in the complete collapse of the entire country's wine industry. Already, embargoes on this year's crop have forced other grape-growers to close shop for the year after they'd sold their previous stock; it is all too possible that no grapes might ever be grown here again if a cure cannot be found. The tourists have stopped coming. The towns have grown silent.

You, meanwhile, are devastated. With the way your business is going, it will be on the brink of bankruptcy within the year. You will soon have no choice but to close shop and let every grapevine die, let the land go fallow. There must be a cure for this, there must be. Yet everything that can go wrong is.

Then, as you watch the news, it happens. Breaking news. The blight has been found in another country.

It is a pandemic-and it is only getting worse.


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Well. This is...what else can can anyone say? You all know the deal. You all know what situation you're in. All that is left is to figure out what you can do about it. If there's anything that can be done.

You still feel that compulsion to distrust. To know you cannot win. To know that only the hosts have your best interests in mind. It would be easy to just do all that. But would it be the right thing to do? You can't be completely sure. Indeed, nothing is certain here, except for that damned ticking sound. If only you could stop it.

But you can't stop it. It is inevitable.


There are 15 strangers in this place.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[he can gladly take on this role occasionally, the opportunities to seem knowledgeable are so rare after all]

I didn't expect to hear that kind of reference out of you, though... what other TV shows do you like??

[unwittingking]

I’m honestly kind of happy to hear someone else knows one of these things.

[Seriously, the last time he met someone from a normal(ish) world was way too long ago.

Ignoring Oso anyway]

Haven’t been watching regular shows for a while, but from the recent ones...maybe that one about gem aliens? It seemed pretty complex for a kids show.

[poorlovefool]

Whoa, I haven't watched that one since I was a kid... Guess I'm from the future. Somehow.

[unwittingking]

...yeah, that’s entirely probable.

[Just. Immediately accepting that idea.]

But hey, at least your not time traveling to medieval times or something.

[poorlovefool]

[LOOKING. FORLORN.]

No comment...

[unwittingking]

[hey that’s his title]

...I’ll shut up.

[He really needs to learn when to shut his mouth...]

[poorlovefool]

Well it's not like you knew... but Nirn is basically medieval, except for whatever we created, haha.

It's not so bad now! It's just that it started out as one of these, so yeah.

[unwittingking]

Still feels a bit...bad, even it was accidental.

Good to hear it’s not so bad now, though.