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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]

I guess that does make sense. Back in Mundus, we were all able to make portals back to our worlds with our creation abilities too. I use it to hop back and forth between Nirn and the Earth I came from.

I wish - [He gasps and puts his hands over his mouth. He wanted to say he could just do that here, but this stupid motive is making it so hard to use a casual turn of phrase!]

[illusionarymelody]

Try "I want.." instead. You want to be able to do that here? I know I want the same because I definitely don't stay in only Jonathan's world. I go back home often to visit friends and Jonathan and I plan to have our honeymoon in my world. [She leaves the whenever these damn games let us get around to having one already out of that.]

[poorlovefool]

[Eric sighs in relief. Thank you for interrupting him!]

Yes, that's exactly it. Being able to use a portal is really convenient.

[katzenpfote]

It is not unreasonable to think there might be some kind of gap. In my world you may travel between planes of existence if you know how to shift or you find a gateway.

And those of us from the train mostly [because McBurn] agreed to go investigate the coordinates our group received once things were stabilized. There were wefts in space, drawing worlds in. Something like that...

Hm. Wefts. Maybe there was a very thin barrier separating us even when they were here, which might explain the limited tangibility.

[poorlovefool]

...Are they were pieces of worlds wound up? Because we had a city disappear, that's why Linkara started looking into the entity. With what we learned here, it probably meant Sho.

A barrier sounds right. Or maybe they're on a frequency. It could be basically the same, I guess.

[He's honestly just trying to pretend he understands what he's talking about though]

[katzenpfote]

Yes! Chunks of our worlds we’re ripped away.

[poorlovefool]

T-Then... they might just be targeting everyone else's worlds for that shit too.... Kyuu could probably convince a lot of people to contract if they're in trouble from the Noise AND shit like these wefts.