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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.]


---


[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

SUNDAY

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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

Arcade

[illusionarymelody]

[Hey, Vita enjoyed the games at the Base and was quite good at beating Keith's score, so let's check this out. How about that unmarked game first?]

[strangerpeople]

[Though unmarked, the screen flickers and turns on as soon as Vita approaches it, revealing its title.]

[illusionarymelody]

[Well, not something she's heard of more than likely unless it was also at the Base. Not going to stop her from giving it a try though. Will she be able to play it?]

Classroom

[necroyalty]

[ ...okay you know what, Ambro has gone to school, she's a smart woman.

She's going to check the teacher's desk and whiteboard/blackboard/whatever you use to display things to the students first. ]

HOST ROOMS

[poorlovefool]

[does he have the balls to go into the host rooms while they're not in..... it's for a good cause, honestly!!]

Holding Cells

[katzenpfote]

[It seems likely that he won't understand shit here, but he's going to try. Let's take a closer look at those tubes.]

[strangerpeople]

[Yes.]

[illusionarymelody]

[Okay, she'll go ahead and try the game out.]

Holding Cells

[backuphero]

[Right. Vita's at the Arcade, she's within screaming distance (...for an operatic soprano, anyway), and Jonathan is pushing himself to get rid of the fear that's kept him clinging close by her. He can be out of line of sight for a little bit. Probably.

...hopefully?

Anyway, this room's sure creepy, are all of these tubes really empty?]

[strangerpeople]

[Ok then! There is...not much there, other than some very strangely worded sentences.

Same with the books on the desks of at least one person.]

[strangerpeople]

[FOR THE SAKE OF CONDENSING, there is a Caleb here, though...not in the tubes.

As for whether all the tubes are empty?






No. No they are not.]

Re: Holding Cells

[strangerpeople]

[TUBE PARTY WOO]

[strangerpeople]

[It'll go something like this.

Mind the headache.]

[katzenpfote]

[He nods at Jonathan and approaches. What's in the box tube?]

[backuphero]

What the hell?

[Loath as he is to interact with Caleb at the moment, the baffled question isn't an answer to that nod. Jonathan would really appreciate another pair of eyes on this.]

Hey. I'm not seeing things here, right?

[Because, of course, what it is he's seeing is something he'd rather not, isn't it.]

[strangerpeople]

[DUN DUN DUUUN






Eric will find several things. They are shockingly bare, for one.]

[strangerpeople]

[It is a figure. A human figure, concealed in clouds. Behind them is a smaller tube, filled with static.]

[poorlovefool]

[That's not actually that shocking, but how bare are they? What are we workin' with here]

[katzenpfote]

Oh, wonderful.

[He heads around to that smaller tube, grits his teeth, and tries touching the outside of it.]