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15strangers2020-02-26 03:45 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-26 03:45 pm
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F̡I͘N͏A̶L ͜͠I̸N̶͏V̶̕E̛͞S̀́T҉̧I͢GA҉̴͟T̢I͝O̵͘N̵
You take a deep breath as you look on the landscape. This is the land where the blight was, if not born, than certainly where it transitioned into the horror it is today. This is where the answer will lie as to how to stop it. There is precious time left-you can feel it in your bones. If you do not solve it here, it will not be solved at all.
This is it.
It is time.]
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[When you wake up this day, there is something in the air. It's hard to explain. Maybe it's the feeling of righteous anger after everything that's happened. Maybe it's the resignation of knowing that something must change, that this cannot go on. Maybe it's some renewed sense of hope from the message given by the dead.
Perhaps, also, it is the note slipped under everyone's doors.]
Still Living Strangers,
The locks that have been keeping you from exploring the restricted areas of the Central Building have been disabled. Before you think this is a trap, I will say that this was done on the orders of IT itself. IT wishes to show you just how hopeless and futile fight against it is, and has decided that doing this, and preparing for a meeting with IT personally at around 7:00 PM will do the trick. You’ve apparently managed to wear IT's patience down long enough that they have decided to take the direct method of making you join him.
If you want to cling to any hope of surviving this, go to the floor marked in the elevator by the Stick-It Note-the other floors are like your dead friends’ heads: empty with very few useful things, if any at all. You can explore them of course, and I’m sure IT would love to see you waste their time and simply kill you all if you take too much time after that. After all, there’s a good chance I may need some new players for my Game in the near future.
In any case, we’ll be seeing you soon. Have fun coming to the realization you are truly doomed.
Your friend, Rachel.
[...wow. How inspiring.
But, it appears that Rachel-wherever she might be-was telling the truth. There is, indeed, a small Post-It note is next to what looks like empty nothing. However, pressing there will cause a light to appear, and immediately, everyone is shooting upwards with dizzying speeds. It's a bit stomach-dropping, especially in comparison to how the elevator had generally acted before.
As the doors open on the floor, the Strangers are given to what looks like walls. But, you surely know better by now. Some of these walls can be pushed aside. And soon enough, the floor plan becomes clear:]
[So. This is it. The beginning of the end. What is found here may aid in the fate of all existence. Countless trillions are on everyone's shoulders-and the clock is ticking until the inevitable final confrontation.
So. Good luck, Strangers.
You will need it.]
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[ He's got a knife on him somewhere, not wanting to be unprepared for this. Same with one pocket that he has a couple of those formula vials all neatly wrapped up in some cloth so they wouldn't break before he could use them. ]
I'd love to bring more with me, but i'd rather not be weighed down when a fight happens.
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Can’t be here with us, so we kick IT’s butts in their honor. I like it.
Any chance one of the others had something I can bring?
[He might have room for one more, depending on what the thing is. It could be easy.]
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Figured you would. That's what I think they'd want, and it's a way to have something with me that helps me know they're here supporting me in some form.
[ A soft hum sounded from him as he thought it over. ]
The only thing I can think of is if you wanted to bring Kurama's whip. I could always go grab it.
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[He can’t help but grasp both the bandana and the scarf around his neck. Only one of them is dead, but it’s nice to think of them both supporting him from where they are.
He thinks about it for a second, before nodding.]
Sure. I might not how to use it that much, but at least someone [McBurn] will be able to.
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[ With that said, he ran back to his place and came back a minute or two later with that whip in his hand, along with a scarf around his neck as well. ]
Here.
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[He takes it, holding one weapon in each paw now. It’s a bit weird, but nice.
He also smiles at the sight of the scarf.]
Good to see that fabric was put to good use. You think I missed something at my house?
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[It's called a 'hoodie', Caleb.]
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[There’s such a thing as hooded shirts that aren’t hoodies, he’d pretty sure.]
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Either way, would they be too big on you?
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[It’s so weird saying stuff like that, but it’s technically true he’s pretty sure??]
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He finishes soon enough. The end result is the hoodie on normally, even if it’s a little big on this body, the new scarf on first and wrapped around his neck once with the ends in front, Proto’s scarf wrapped around twice with both ends behind him so they can flap dramatically in any wind they come across, and above them both Bailey’s bandana, hiding the main parts of the scarves. As for the tux, it’s in the hoodie’s main pocket, if there is one. Otherwise it’s still over his shoulder.]
Do I look alright?
[I.E. Does he look stupid?]
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[Look he has friends that fight in weird shit, it's fine.]
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[He feels a bit weird, wearing two scarves, but he’s had to deal with weirder.]