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The Fifteen Strangers Mods ([personal profile] strangerpeople) wrote in [community profile] 15strangers2020-02-16 01:20 am
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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.]
relieable: all this regret off of me (i can't wait to shower)

[personal profile] relieable 2020-02-18 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ah! okay!]

Only one play, huh? Guess I better make it count.

[so, yes. he presses the button to get it going]
relieable: than the last pool party of the season (nothing is more important)

[personal profile] relieable 2020-02-18 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Osomatsu is but a simple man. and this arcade game is the most fun he's had here, aside from being a scythe.

so he will keep playing for a while, not really minding the flashing words. he does vaguely wonder why shapes? is this a math game? is he killing math? ...that's his new headcanon for the game]
relieable: (then your input is invalid)

cw: intense motion sickness

[personal profile] relieable 2020-02-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[now that the game has stopped, Osomatsu realizes that he is... insanely sick. he takes several steps back when the machine starts to make that noise, falling on his butt. he wants to loose the contents of his stomach, and he might. eventually. but not here.

he stops, panting, staring at the jumble of text. he... he knows that's binary, but he has no way of knowing what it says]


N-Not even a scoreboard? You bastards...

[he will come back to this... later... right now, he's trying to move, wobbling towards the door, groping at the walls and trying to stand up again]
Edited 2020-02-18 04:14 (UTC)