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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[backuphero]

[Well, before he gets to the cabinets and drawers, there's a notepad set neatly centered on the vanity, one page folded back. He might want to read that...

...and there is something written on the page already turned over, too.]

[katzenpfote]

[He reads it and just stands there for a moment. How would he act if it were Astrid here? He’s not sure he’d have made a much different choice, though they probably wouldn’t be living together.]

[... Hm? What’s this new page?]

[backuphero]

[You know how he said he tried to write letters to everyone? He got three done, including that one mostly to Karma. Three and a half with that first page Caleb read.

It's the first two.]

[katzenpfote]

[He swallows hard and sits on the floor a moment. He never got a chance to explain - well. If Beatrice is around maybe she can.]

[He takes a deep breath and tucks the letters away in his jacket.]

... I am sorry, Jonathan. If we could have traded...

[Well. No use in sitting here. If there’s nothing else in the vanity, he’ll move on.]

[backuphero]

[Well, he's welcome to look in the drawers, but if he's headed to the closet, that's his prerogative.

So - bedroom closet or rest of the house?]

[katzenpfote]

[Hey guess what mun forgot how to Skyrim search. Yes, drawers first.]