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

[carries_war]

[Well, this is sure something to see on his way in to make lunch. Rubedo stops and looks at Futaba, one eyebrow raised.]

Futaba? Are you alright?

[socialhacktivist]

[First he's upside-down and then with a turn of her head he's... sideways. Eh. It's fine. She's all smiles right now.]

Oh yeah. I'm greaaaat! This stuff is waaaaay better than coffee.

[FUTABA YOU KNOW THAT'S BLASPHEMY girl stop.]

[carries_war]

Isn't that alcohol? I've read that drinking a lot of it really messes with your head and dulls your reflexes and reaction times.

[socialhacktivist]

Proooobably. Feels weird. I wouldn't want to fight Shadows like this.

[Futaba you don't even fight the Shadows.]

[carries_war]

What's a Shadow?

[socialhacktivist]

They're...

[Okay, not the kind of thing she expected to explain but-- since she's talked about what she's done a little bit up until now, it probably had to happen eventually.]

Shadows are monsters that show up in the Metaverse. But even people can give birth to Shadows. Those are like... repressed parts of people-- sides of themselves that they don't like and deny exist. It's like... if you pretended you didn't have faults, your Shadow would be the embodiment of all those things you didn't like about yourself that you were hiding from.