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15strangers2020-01-27 10:38 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-01-27 10:38 am
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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.]
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after a quick (and weird) shower, he goes to the kitchen to see if he can get food. well, not sand-flavored food, but food in pill form. the food will be delivered to his house, right? is it possible to press all the buttons? to buy everything and stock up? HM. you may see him debating with this idea right now.
or maybe you'll see him later poking around the all too familiar dining room. he shudders, thinking about this place brings back bad memories.
later still, in the evening, he returns to his house and emerges with the tunic that he got from the dressing room the day before. he's carrying it over his arm, looking for Arthur, in particular, though if anyone else wants to ask about it, they are welcome to]
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Hey, there! How you holding up?
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[There are still loads and loads of places he'd rather be, and this place sucks, but like. There's reliable food that isn't souls.]
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Yeah, I was able to take one of those, uh. Futuristic showers? Kind of cool, I guess. Better than no showers at all.
[Osomatsu doesn't entirely trust the food, or the showers. he can't be sure that he won't pay in some way for using them. but he hasn't gone completely mad yet... he doesn't think?]
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[very little, but okay]
There's all kinds of clothes in the dressing room, too. So we can change.
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Is that where you got the tunic?
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This tunic, yeah.
[he holds it up]
It's weird, 'cause it was, like... static-y? And I couldn't tell what it was at first. But someone at the meeting said if you touched static stuff for a while, it would become visible. So, I did, and this is what I got. I feel like it might be important, yanno? Like someone was trying to hide it.
MODS?
[He sure can do that, just....get a good look at the tunic itself first, then focus on his power and on the tunic. Time to see what he gets!]
A Breath on the Wind
[You sigh, frustrated, and pull out the slate that you found, its screen glowing. You catch a glimpse of blond hair as you turn it on and look at your map, zooming in on Ebara Forest. Maybe you should try somewhere else - you can feel the frustration bubbling up in your chest as you grunt. You want to yell, to maybe curse, but you can't manage it.]
[You reach back into your memories and try to remember, once again, why you can't remember why you can't talk much - but of course it's a blank. It always is. Even with no one around you find words failing you.]
[Sighing, you reach into your bag and pull out an apple, munching on it and trying not to huff like a child. It's important to find these things - you can trade the orbs to get more strength, and you're going to need it if you want to save her from him. Save everyone, but you pledged your loyalty long ago and even if you can't remember it, you know it in your heart.]
[Trudging along you come across a pool of water, fed by a giant waterfall. You smile slightly and reach for your bag again as you catch a glimpse of blond hair and a blue tunic covered by the dark greenish hood. If you can get up there, you'll be able to see everything. And luckily, you have the tools for the job.]
[Well you did, but now you are back in the present, with the tunic. Sorry, Arthur.]
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....that was pretty nice, but I'm not sure how it helps us.
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[a sad smile. he was sure they would find out something]
Well, it might be too early in the "game," I guess. Thanks for lookin’!
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That's pretty much all I got.
[Maybe it's helpful? He just isn't sure how. But man could he ever go for an apple right now.]
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"A flat whatsit to search for an orange something-or-other..." [a light chuckle, because he probably would have said something similar!] Maybe someone else knows where Ebarra Forest is, what it is...
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I guess I'll ask at the next meeting, if no one's picking a fight.
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