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

[comesaround]

[ Thankfully the time it takes for Kurama to compose himself and come over to him, has given Karma enough time to do the same. He'd just finished wiping away any evidence of tears when he heard what the other said, and his eyes widened. ]

...They're here too? How bad is it?

[ He really is afraid of what might come next. Sure he'd seen Noise in the old Crab place but... out here, too? ]

[byanyother_name]

Bad. Just as bad as inside the building.

[Kurama does not want to be saying this to Karma right now but it's the truth.]

[comesaround]

...Shit. Does that mean that... Akira and Nanaki could still be in danger?

[ Considering what noise can do, this just fills him with an all new inexplicable dread and quiet rage at just the sheer possibility. ]