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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

[carryabigstick]

[Apparently something really important to her had come out of the vending area so-- alright. Why not? Estelle figured she'd give it a try. And the results are plentiful. Most of it seems fairly normal but...]

Another sword?

[That makes two now that she's gotten from her adventures here.]

This one is way cooler than the last one though--

[Dark!! Angsty. She knows a thing or two about using blades so... why not give it a few swings? Maybe it's owner will recognize it while she's trying to get a feel for it.

There's also a strange vial amidst her gifts. It reminds her a bit of whatever Arthur had used to zap them. It's dark blue with glowing star-bubbles.

Lastly--]

Oooh! Chocolate-covered Poms!

[Listen. She knows it will probably be disappointing, but. It's still nice to see something familiar.]

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[otherworldlyking]

[ Oh hey his sword. He'll be needing that at some point, he figures. Because what's a real fight without it? ]

That's my sword, so might as well give it back.

[ He'll hold out his hand. It's like basically one of his most important items to come out here if not the most important. ]

[carryabigstick]

[Dark, angsty--]

...I should have known this was yours.

[But don't worry, she doesn't plan on giving him a hard time about getting it back. She'll hand it over.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Estelle...but yeah not wrong at how it looked. ]

Just by how it appeared?

[ At the very least, he's glad to have it for sure. And giving it a few test swings; it really was a pity that the power it originally held wasn't there. But, he got used to the idea when he was on the train and regained it there. ]