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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.]

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[ Well.

McBurn was kind of a little curious, but he's not about to ask for the other's life story right out of the gate.

...That being said, he's got nothing else better to do, so. ]

More used to having it around than it having sentimental value?

[And that is why he didn’t want to explain more.]

It’s...sort of? Look, it really isn’t weird back home, it’s more of a normal thing. I swear.

[And now he’s not looking McBurn in the eye. Can they change the subject here? Please?!]

[ He'll shrug.

He's not here to pry, so moving along. ]

Not like I really care.

[ He'll look at the potion-making stuff soon enough and surely enough, stare at it, so King did have a better Out as well could see where he was looking at, exactly. ]

Seems like you're good at collecting strange things, though.

Thanks, I guess.

[Better not caring than caring and judging.

He looks at the bag and just. Sighs, pinching the area between his eyes.]

If that belongs to anyone here, they’re going to therapy. They don’t have a choice.

[Because W H Y]

[ Funny part was that he didn't even get what the big deal was about it, so that helped. Naturally.

As for the dubious contents, however... ]

And if they try to resist?

[ He's seen some weird things, but the heart was enough to get a stare, before his gaze shifted back to King. ]

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I know exactly one therapy dog, and Mungo is strong enough that he breaks doors regularly on accident.

I don't think he'd hurt them, but they're sure as heck not getting away from him, at least not easily.

[So...yeah. No choice.]

A little strong for just a dog.

Gonna guess he'd do something like sit on them for awhile.

[ That sure conjured up an amusing image. ]

He's a trained police dog that does extra training off-duty. If you're wondering how he got so strong.

I was more thinking carry them under one arm, or over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

[And now a funnier image!]

Heh, over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes could be good.

[ Almost beats out the humiliation of being sat upon, but not quite. ]

Yeah, and easier to get them around if he needs them to be in his office or something.

[Does Mungo have an office? He's not sure, but he can imagine it.]

[ Apparently it's good enough for him to imagine or he didn't bother to think of questioning it. ]

Sounds like you've got it all handled. Provided they actually own up to it.

That might be the one problem. I don’t think anyone here is going to own up to it, at least without a fight.

That could end up interesting, depending. Should let me know if it happens.

[ ...to probably nobody's surprise as soon as he heard 'fight'. ]

Will do...but don't get your hopes up. I doubt getting someone to admit it's theirs is going to start a fist fight or anything.

[He knows how you work McBurn, at least a little bit. The fight would probably be pathetic, just involving emotions and junk.]

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