F̀I҉̵N̶ÁL͘ ̵̧̀WE҉̧̀E͞K̷̨

[strangerpeople]

F̀I҉̵N̶ÁL͘ ̵̧̀WE҉̧̀E͞K̷̨

[. . .



















When everyone wakes up as the new week dawns, they will be in for a nasty surprise. After all, IT does not forget-and IT does not forgive.

There were nine strangers in this place-but six of them are suddenly missing from their homes.]

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SUNDAY

[strangerpeople]

P͢͠U͏̸͢N̸͠I̸̛͡S̨Ḩ̷M̕͏EN̢͞T̛́

[strangerpeople]

[where are they where are theywhere are theywhereaRETHEY]

[comesaround]

[ It was entirely too quiet this morning.

Something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He noticed it when he headed out from his home,noting how not a single soul was out on the streets and it felt so damn empty.

Karma frowned and went up to some of the house's, knocking but not getting an answer. This wasn't good at all.

Time to go looking. Is there any possible clues to where they might be? ]

EVENING

[poorlovefool]

[It takes a long rest for Eric to recover some semblance of his mind. The punishment was awful. He doesn't think he'll be thinking straight for a while, even as he still finds himself able to get out of bed once he's slept off most of the fitful agony. What can he say - Eric has suffered a lot of abuse in his lifetime. The act of simply existing, even if in a dead daze, is something he bullheadedly continues to manage.

But.

He has kept a certain schedule during his time here, and that's getting a new outfit to add to his growing collection on Sundays. He's still stuck in this garbage hole, he might as well. Except, after spending a few moments there, he winds up leaving in the outfit he first arrived in, carrying an armful of cowboy boots and random accessories out of the dressing room.

He goes to the furnace, where he starts throwing them in. With each toss, the face as he does so is the most relieved he's been since the torture. Sparkles are even flying from his eyes again with the pride to have done something this useful so quickly. They're all so ugly... He doesn't know why he ever felt he needed to get something that wasn't gray.

Although, as they start to burn into ashes, his stomach suddenly lurches from an unrelated memory, and he spins on his heel and runs back out into the hall, pressing his back against the corridor wall and his hand to his heart. Something is wrong with him. He knows. But for a minute he thought the ticking had grown quieter... he thinks he may not rest until it does.

Anyone else out there having these problems? Maybe it would be good to talk them through over a gray meal.]

[otherworldlyking]

[ ...that sure happened.

McBurn had just sort of watched him run back into the hall, and do whatever he was doing after he came back down to the ground floor. ]

Something happen?

[ Well, he could probably smell something burning over here, but he'd ask idly anyway. ]

[katzenpfote]

[Fortunately for him, Caleb has been through horror and pain before. Not like this - nothing could be like this - but he'd felt the sting of one spell or another when he'd hesitated. He's seen blood, and he's dealt with nightmares.]

[The first thing he does when he recovers himself is spend some time in the laboratory, muttering under his breath as he makes up a batch of healing potions. He'd made a few before, but now he wants to make sure everyone has at least one each of Restore Health and Cure Disease.]

[Then he goes knocking on everyone's door, save for the ones he knows is empty, having made a small sack out of some of the dark cloth he'd acquired. If someone doesn't answer the door, he'll just gently leave one of each on the grass next to the door with a note labeling each one.]

[Finally, as it gets into the later part of night, he can be found at house number 10. He's not likely to sleep for a while, so if someone wants to drop by - or if one of his housemates needs to talk - he's available.]

door;

[otherworldlyking]

[ He'll open it, though honestly...it was a little surprise. It's not often he gets visitors. ]

Need something?

[poorlovefool]

Oh, more potions...

[Eric has the potion supplies he took from Vita in his house's fridge, including the heart that he's now juuuuust unempathetic about to not mind so much that it's there. He was the potion guy in the Depths so it's a little nostalgic to get handed a bunch. Saves him the trouble, but it makes him a little nervous. If he's giving him a cure health, it sorta implies he expects him to go get hurt.]

P-Please tell me you don't want me to get into another fight already. I don't think I could do it.

[carryabigstick]

[It takes her a bit of time, but she does come to answer the door when Caleb comes knocking. She isn't right yet-- not at all like the Estelle they're probably used to. But she's upright and moving and doing her best.]

Oh... hey Caleb. What's... in the bag?

[necroyalty]

[ Alright. Alright.

Ambrosine stays in her house for most of the day, although anyone who wants to try to hunt her down might catch her sneaking out for food and...actually taking food, instead of the pills she usually goes for.

And then swiping an entire bottle of booze because why the fuck not.

Once she has the energy to venture beyond the house proper, there's only two places she has any real interest in.

The first is the dressing room, where she finds herself assembling various outfits that are all very, very blue. Just. So much blue. She needs all the blue in the world, okay.

Finally, she holes herself up in the library, trying to hold back tears after several hours.

In both cases, the picture she received from Akira is somewhere nearby. ]

[katzenpfote]

[Caleb knocks on her door, the sound of slight clinking coming from his bag.]

MONDAY

[strangerpeople]

[comesaround]

[ Closed to Caleb; Morning ]

[ Sitting around had never been much of his thing. Not back home and not now.

He was done with any possible moping his brain wanted to tell him to do after what happened yesterday. Everyone else was still recovering in their own way, and for Karma? It meant he needed a distraction and as such, figured maybe a sweep of Jonathan and Vita's house would be a good idea.

It wasn't like he technically wanted to keep anything of theirs, but it was more that he wanted to see if there was things of theirs in there that could be held onto incase the hosts or IT tried removing them, now that the items' owners no longer 'lived' in this plane or whatever it happened to be. Though it was as he was coming up to the door that he noticed Caleb coming up and he raised an eyebrow before waving one hand in greeting. ]

Hey. Guess I wasn't the only one with this idea, huh?



[ Open to All ]


[ After what happened earlier in the day, Karma can be seen in various places throughout the day and there's just something about him that might seem a little off, if not a little tense.

First, he headed up to The Hosts' Rooms with some items in his arms, and left two things there. In Hiyori's, he left a folded up pair of swimming pants on his bed and then proceeded to go over to Link's so he can deposit the more hefty gear on his bed the same way. Both items having a little note on top of them that read: Figured you might want these if you ever want to go swimming~ <3

He then headed down to Cat Nya-Land where he can be found just... sitting somewhere and just staring almost listlessly up at the ceiling while absently petting the cats that had come up to him. It's not the same as how he had acted after Kurama's execution, but it's more... sad and like there was something on his mind he wasn't talking about.

Sometime in the evening, a bit after he'd stubbornly ate the awful sand-tasting food for dinner, anyone can find Karma in the Pool, having grabbed a pair of swim trunks that were provided and was just swimming around actively. It was a way to burn off energy and he had too much of it all pent up after how everything had went during the last trial and yesterday. ]

[katzenpfote]

Heh. I guess not. I wanted... ah, this is a bit selfish, but I wanted to see if Jonathan had gotten anything of Charlotte’s.

[He heads up to the door and then pauses, dropping down to check the crack under the door.]

Given how paranoid we’ve all been... he does hunt monsters. But I don’t see anything.

[poorlovefool]

[Hey Karma, how's that sand dinner. Sandy? You LOSER. You could be eating delicious Company Gray Ice Cream like Eric right now, at least if you had any taste. We almost feel sorry for you.

Just look how happy he is. There's little twinkles glittering forth from Eric with every bite.

One per tick, in fact! Now that's bliss.

Also he has a bunch of regain food at the table with him that he's intending to leave there, because who would want anything like this after that. (Be careful of the toffee, it's laced with magic mushrooms.)]

[incendiarize]

[Arthur comes to the Cat Cafe, daily. Caleb was making him eat a little (he won't, now, not anymore, not this week), but the rest of the food he gets? He gives to the hungry abyss.]

...Karma? [The other isn't usually here when Arthur is, though he tends to change up when he comes to ditch his food. No schedule for him!]

Cat Nya-Land

[necroyalty]

[ Ambrosine is here as well, scritching the ears of one of the cats and softly singing some folk ballad about...

Well, it's a lovely song about some crows planning to eat the flesh of a dead guy and then make a nest out of his bodily remains. Astounding. ]

ABSOLUTELY NOT BELATED INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

TUESDAY

[strangerpeople]

SynchronizAtIoN?

[strangerpeople]

[On Tuesday, there is no puppet show. But if you’re looking for entertainment, or even just are paranoid about a door being propped open after week 3, there is a show going on in the swimming pool. Admittedly the actual routine is a pretty short window but they warm up for a respectable time first. They’re dressed up in their respective regained swimgear, obscured by the water, along with various drab supplied nose plugs. Behind the lenses they blink in unison, drained.

Later you might hear:

• sword clinks and “hyah’s” from the gym
• laser burn noises from the room full of lasers

By the end of the afternoon Hiyori is also reading some 20th-century Earth literature in the library but that activity is quiet.]

[relieable]

[T-T-T-Tuesday! and Osomatsu seems... well, not better by any means, but he's feeling well enough to come out of his house again. after the scare from a couple mornings ago, Osomatsu did not do much. today, he steps out into the small city with new determination.

the first thing he does is take Link's tunic to the hosts room. that's what we're doing, right? returning the hosts' stuff? Link seemed to not want this while he was around, but maybe if Osomatsu leaves it for him, he can... process it? who knows.

after that, he heads to the cigar room to just sit and reflect a little while. he is open for discussion, if anyone wants to come in this room. maybe he'll look for the sandy alcohol, or just smoke something.

in the evening, he's at the arcade, playing some games. Osomatsu's not awful at them. he seems used to them, like he's played quite a few arcade games in his time. every now and then, he'll look at the Polybius machine, or Vita's hanging picture of Hiyori and Kyuubey. hmmm]

[unwittingking]

[Tuesday...maybe not the best day, but compared to the more recent ones? It’s not like it can be worse. Sure as Hell can’t make King feel anything worse than he did on Sunday. May as well look around one last time, because if this ends up like the Eventide, it might be over soon.

For some of the day, he’ll be in the arcade. The lights and sounds are a bit overwhelming, but not so much that he can’t try a couple out. He gravitates towards the pinball machines mostly.

For some time, he’ll be in the pool, floating face up, staring at the ceiling. He’s thinking about things. Question is what, specifically, it is.

Finally, around but not exactly night-time, you could see him at the meatball buffet. He needs to eat something, and these things may be weird, but they can’t be too bad, right?

...right?]

WEDNESDAY

[strangerpeople]

Closed to House 10

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[Hey hey hey, Caleb and Arthur.

Have a Kyuubey pop into your house!





A dead-looking Kyuubey, in fact.]

gift economy mingle meetup

[poorlovefool]

[Eric has stuff, more stuff than he knows where to put in his shitty little house. And so he's coming to yours, because why not do some last minute trading? On the pages of the vellum notebook, he writes a note with each of the gifts. Swap Meet in the ballroom, 4 pm. bring your stuff. There's something for everyone!

Osomatsu gets the pouch of millet seed. He doesn't know much about the guy but his bird dino should like it.

Arthur gets ice and electric formulas, we all know these are his, might as well give em to whoever would get the best use out of them.

King gets the PhD Pepper because apparently dogs in his world like soda, who knows. He also gets the gross corn because he killed people he likes and deserves a bit of pranking and most importantly Eric doesn't want it. But who knows, maybe dogs like gross corn, the ones he know will eat anything.

Caleb gets the midnight tears. Don't get offended ok he doesnt know what this is and thought it looked like something magical he'd like.

Ambro can have this super censored book, since she likes books, maybe she can salvage it or something.

Karma can have the cookies, since he likes not-gray food so much.

Estelle gets the Simon game, because she seems like it would entertain her and he's running out of ideas.

McBurn gets the fire formula, because come on. But this is a one use thing so he guesses he'll also give him the gay watch he got forever ago, but it's not like he likes him or anything!!!

Once he's there at the ballroom, you can see him hanging around doing various fidget things while people show up. Picking up both the basketballs and pressing them together or dribbling one - sometimes in time with the ticking, sometimes not - scribbling things in the journal, or sitting down with the invincibility amulet hanging out of his hand, not bothering to open up the locket.]