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[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.]

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[beguiledcard]

[ It's dark, it's late... but neither of those are the main focus. As might be expected, pain is.

It feels, quite literally, like his entire chest has been set on fire, but that's fading pretty fast, at least. The more the seconds tick by, there's only a feeling that somehow manages to be weightless, heavy, and cold all at once.

To combat the looming feeling of regret and guilt, there's a focus on relief. Just... relief.

It's only him, right? So maybe it'll be fine, in the end. ]

[incendiarize]

[Everything goes black, and then he's back. He's himself again. Gasping and choking, like he's just been pulled out from under cold water, trembling, tears budding in his eyes, but he's quiet and can feel Caleb's hand on his shoulder.

Nod bad...in terms of experience. In terms of usefulness, he got basically nothing.]

Dammit...

[He can....he can always try again, try to get a little more. It might not work, but he can try. For now, there's more to do.

It's Nanaki's turn.]