WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[bythewaves]

Your pardon then! Do not apologise. [ Maglor swiftly shakes his head ]

I suppose that would have been too easy. [ He sighs ] But if they had a way to reach you then I suppose we must hope that they had enough wit to find a cure. So now it falls also to us to do the same.

[poorlovefool]

Do you really think we'd be able to cure a deadly virus...?

[It seems to make him think, at least.]

[bythewaves]

I do not know.

[ He shrugs ]

But I think it would not go ill to try.

[poorlovefool]

That's true. We can't just wait around for this fucking virus t-to get in our heads.

That thing in the conservatex is our best shot. I'll see if there's anything that can help.

[bythewaves]

If there is anything I can do to help - just ask. But healing has never been my area, I fear.

[poorlovefool]

Tell me about it. I never even went to college.

[This is... going to be a learning curve, he's sure.]

[bythewaves]

What is college?

[ Oh well, as long as nothing explodes, experimentation should be fine, right? ]