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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]

Just something of one though. Charles said it's not her real name.... but who gives a shit, really.

If he's here, maybe that's why Kurama kept going on about there still being noise all over the fucking place.

[comesaround]

Exactly. It's more to go off of than I had before.

[ Yeah he's still reasonably angry about this, considering what he's heard about how much meddling Rachel has been doing since that point. ]

I've seen it too. I know exactly how infested with Noise this place is.

[poorlovefool]

Yeah, so... if she kidnapped him, maybe it was to bring him in here to make the Taboo Noise.

That'd mean we could make it go away if we took care of him, right?

[comesaround]

That's what I'm guessing is the case. Especially if he's mind controlled and compelled to obey and do whatever they want him to.

[ A VERY wry, angry smile - thankfully not aimed at Eric - curled his lips and he laughed bitterly. ]

Yeah. Take care of what's making the stupid Taboo Noise and then there won't be any more OF them. Let's just say the next time he's cornered, he isn't leaving there alive.

[poorlovefool]

Your note says he was scheduled for execution so... fair enough.

[far be it from him to argue with a literal court of angels]