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[strangerpeople]

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[The blight would not stop.

The world's leading experts have been trying to find a cure, to no avail. Th blight keeps changing, keeps foiling all attempts at being fully understood. It's almost sentient, or at least more sentient than any disease that's been encountered before. People fear the disease jumping from what's left of the grapes into other plants, into animals, or even humans.

You can only watch as entire economies and ecosystems collapse. You can only bury your head in your hands as your own business comes to its end. The destruction of the clusters of grapes has not simply destroyed the wine industry, either-other businesses are being destroyed by the plague. Food, transport, retail, nothing is untouched.

You look on your own vineyard, its yield almost entirely blackened and dead.

This can't keep going on.


-

A week has passed since everyone's arrival. No one has died, yet. But surely no one is holding their breath to see if they would survive this unscathed. They are veterans of the game, and they must know that whoever it is that is in charge demands their pound of flesh. The question is when it will happen.

It is the second week, after all-and when the second week of the game comes, death is not far behind. Not even when you wake up, feeling something different in your mind as you remember the truths you originally woke up with, deep in your mind. You feel...lighter, somehow, when you realize there is a change.


Even so, there are 15 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

dining room

[necroyalty]

[ Ambro's not the type to spend a whole lot of time here - she mainly just chugs down a nutrient pill for the sake of survival - but she sees the orb and the robe and oh. Oh hell. ]

...could I have a look?

[incendiarize]

[Arthur still prefers to actually eat, even if it tastes terrible. The act of chewing and swallowing something physical is a comfort on its own.]

Yeah, sure. I got some neat stuff.

[necroyalty]

[ She's going to peer over the items, but then... yeah, her gaze falls on the orb and the robe.

She takes the robe first, letting the fabric slip through her tiny, queenly hands. ]

Impressive... even with all the joy this place has managed to suck out of everything, it still looks as majestic as ever.

[incendiarize]

I was wondering if that was yours. [Robe for a classy woman? Ambrosine is a classy woman? Not that other women here aren't classy, but. You know.]

[necroyalty]

It is, yes.

[ Just. Putting that out there. ]