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[strangerpeople]

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[The blight is all-consuming.

Within days dozens are confirmed infected, and you and your unexpected new scientist friend find yourselves trying to work on a cure. If not a cure, a stopgap of some kind. Anything to prevent this thing from destroying everything. It's hard work. It's not going very well. Really, it feels like with every step forward, you're taking ten steps back. Discouraging is an understatement, to say the least.

A week passes, and the death toll rises. It's really starting to look bleak. You constantly second-guess yourself, and even get into a fistfight with your new ally one night. It's getting to the point where you are working on fumes.

Then, unexpectedly, you get a phone call. It's been a long night, and the sun is beginning to rise above the mountains, when it happens.

You and the scientist are not the only ones looking for a cure. In fact, there are at least a dozen others-and they think they may be close to a breakthrough.

But-and you can't believe you're hearing this, after all of the failure you'd experienced throughout this blight-they need your help.]


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[To say that the end of last week sucked would be an understatement. To say that no one knows what this week will bring is not even in question. Yet even as you wake, you feel a cloud lift from your mind, as one of the truths you've been living with since the beginning has suddenly changed.]




[But is it possible to abide by this new truth? The Hosts, and IT beyond, seem intent on making that impossible. And the rat...well. Obviously the rat's not an ally. Let's not kid ourselves.

There's only one way to find out if more deaths can truly be prevented-and that's to keep going, and hoping that the new floor that has opened up will offer something in the way of an opportunity.

In the meantime.


There are 11 strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[How about furniture. What kind is there? Is it a bed and nothing else, or do they get some desks, or what]

[strangerpeople]

[The get a bed, a desk, and radios and TVs.





Those are on, by the way.]

[poorlovefool]

[He doesn't think it will be as simple as just turning those off, but he is definitely not ballsy enough to steal them, sooooooooo......... whatever, he's just going to ignore that for now.

Eric opens the desk. This is still part of his totally benevolent plans, by the way.]

[strangerpeople]

[The desk is eerily empty.]

[poorlovefool]

[Perfect! Then he's got something for this desk. Both of them, really.

On Link's desk, he's leaving a black-purple newsboy hat.

On Hiyori's desk, he gets a brand new black-purple tie.

Mission complete!]

[strangerpeople]

[Woot! Good job!]

[poorlovefool]

[thank you, thank you, here's here all week against his will. Hopefully they'll enjoy the presents like the cats enjoy toys...

Time to scram.]

[champion_link]

[Precisely twelve hours later, something is slipped under Eric’s door.]

[poorlovefool]

[By then it's pretty late, so Eric's definitely in his house. He looks up at the sound of rustling, staring at whatever it is with trepidation.

Gab, who is all about delivering Gabletters, gets up and fetches the something. What is it?]

[champion_link]

[Oh god it’s gonna explode -]

[It’s a photograph. It’s hard to tell where it was taken, because the background is a blank white wall, but Link is standing in front of it. He’s dressed as he usually is, expression pleasantly neutral, but on top of his head is the cap that Eric made.]

[poorlovefool]

[Gab is proud of his delivery. Eric takes the only slightly slobbered on photo and checks it out.

Hmm... he must have liked it if he took a photo, right? Unless there's a threatening note on the back or something. For now he'll just smile at it a little and then set it down somewhere in his office space.]