T̴H͠E̶̡̢ ̴F̶̴Í̸RŞ̴͠T̵͞ ͟I̵N͟͡͝V̕͠ES̶͝T̸IG҉͝A̡͠T̡IO҉̶͢N͏

[strangerpeople]

T̷́H̸̀͢E ̵̛F҉ÌRS̷̢̧T̸͜ ͘͜I͠N͞V́E҉S̀͜T͜I͡G̸̶A͏҉T͠I̢̛Ǫ̵N͏͝

[Good morning, Strangers.

How do you all feel today? Sad? Confused? Worried? Well, that's not the Hosts' problem. You guys are the ones being stubborn and obstinate, after all. In any case, it's time for all of you to get up and start moving.

It's Friday. Maybe you'll luck out and everyone's alive. But there's only one way to find out.]

Comments

[backuphero]

[He didn't expect to be having flashbacks to finding Barbara after Richard's death at a time like this but this is his life now, Jonathan sort of distantly supposes. This is that Bracer, Estelle, he'd meant to introduce himself but between distrust and everything else -

He kneels down next to her, unsure if a hand on her arm would be welcome or not.]

I'm sorry.

[carryabigstick]

[It's quite welcome. Being alone now would be much worse, she knows from experience. When you lose someone, it's the people around you that you need to help hold you together.]

...thank you. I know he was kind of weird but... he looked out for me. Bird or whatever... he was my friend...

[backuphero]

[He'll actually set a hand on her shoulder, then. Much more than that, men do not need at such times - but he's not Doc Seward and she's not Lord Godalming, she's way too much like Charlotte and this is just horrible. ]

Bird or whatever, he was a person, and he didn't deserve this....