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.]

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HEY INTERCESSOR

[poorlovefool]

[After what are probably a lot of mishaps in the lab, Eric drops by the study with a bottle containing a small amount of potion in his hands. Supposedly the Intercessor does still hang out in here sometimes, right?]

Anyone home? Got something for you to try...

[Is he just too chicken to try his own potions to see if they work.]

[intercessing]

[And there is the Intercessor, simply sitting in a chair. They seem to look at Eric, seemingly confused, before finally, somewhat slowly, speaking.]

Yes?

[poorlovefool]

[And he's setting this bottle down on the table for them.]

Well, I was screwing around with the lab and I... um, made this! Can you tell me if it's any good?

[intercessing]

...I can.

[They hesitantly take the potion, and slowly take a sip.]

...

Hm.

[They finish off the rest of the small sip.

It tastes proper for a restorative. And I do seem to feel better. What were you trying to make?

[poorlovefool]

Eheh... Just "restore health." I couldn't find all the ingredients for the actual cure.

[He rubs his head. Man, the stuff he's trying. But he seems pleased to hear that it actually might have done something.]