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

[zephyranthe]

[For a bit, she just kind of stands there without saying anything. She doesn't really know how to deal with these situations, after all; no one taught her how to give words of comfort. But she'll try, at least, in her own way.]

...For a long time, I was alone. I just spent days wandering around barren battlefields and scorched fields. One day I got picked up by the Boss, and everyone else in Zephyr was a family to me from then on.

It was nice for a time. We had a rivalry with another mercenary group though, and the Boss died then in a duel with their leader. Then everyone in Zephyr also went their own ways... and I was left alone again.

But... I was able to find a new family. Maybe it's different, but I think you found a place too.

[...Sigh. Rean really rubbed off on her, didn't he.]

[carries_war]

Maybe...I do remember chaos apparently stuck around after he rescued us. The latest thing I remember, it seemed like we were friends.