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15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
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[It is time.
Though there was no timer, the time was clearly nearing its end. The darkness that encompasses this place becomes even darker as the hours dragged forward, until even the lights of the City's skyline seems to darken along with it. You can almost feel the Noise watching, an infinity set of eyes in the void beyond staring back, as everyone pulls together again to proceed down the street.
The brightest building in the sky is the dome, now. There's no barrier preventing you from going beyond the Central Building now. There's no need for it-the City is completely empty, its streets devoid of life, as everyone inevitably finds their feet bringing them to the dome.
There's no turning back now. Whatever you have, that is what you will bring on this final journey. Not just in items, but in mind, in spirit, and in soul. IT, the avatar of the Thing and orchestrator of your game, will not relent. IT knows it has bent you, but not broken you. Now IT intends to finish the job.
As you round the corner to the dome, you feel the rhythm suddenly take control of you. You feel a sucking sensation grab onto you, and try as you might you cannot fight. You are pulled in. And when you manage to clear your head and eyes, you are inside the building. It is massive, domed, and-
you are only in one corner of it. There is a small table with chairs, with everyone's name on little dot matrix displays in front of chairs. Not all of them, of course. There are 15 chairs, and where the survivors' chairs are white, the chairs of the dead are black, their dot matrixes empty and lifeless.
A glass panel separates this little set up from the rest of the building, which is concealed in red fog. Despite this, a worryingly slack-jawed Link and Hiyori are sitting in chairs on a raised step just behind the glass, their suits still impeccable and their irises swirling more intensely than before. They do not react when everyone comes in; they do not respond if someone tries to greet them. Next to Hiyori is a briefcase and a boombox, which even through the glass it is quite clear the static, pulsing rhythm coming from it is very, very loud. Kyuubey sits in its own chair, meanwhile, its eyes watching and its expression unchanging; a fourth chair sits empty next to them.
There is no visible sign of IT. But IT is there, just beyond the glass, just waiting to unleash ITs full might. It's almost mocking the Strangers, as if to say go ahead, draw your conclusions. You won't win. You can't escape.
Fifteen Strangers, from scattered multiverses. They were brought together once more to kill. Now, they must solve the final riddle. All of the knowledge and experiences they've had have led to this, and their newest evidence may help as well. The survivors have one chance to make this right and stop IT for good. Failure cannot be an option. If it is...no. Don't think about it. Just do it.
[It's time!! The Strangers' objective here is simple, but all-important: they must pull all of the evidence you have together, unlock the answers they seek in full, and at last confront IT, the Mastermind.
This is it. There is no turning back. The blight curls ever-further from the darkness between the clusters. Can there be a cure?
Have fun, good luck, and may the right prevail.]
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[Getting out even this much was clearly an enormous strain through deep breaths. To keep upright he plants his elbow on the nearest podium, back buckling so he takes shelter under Link's sword.]
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[Sho's really not doing well, either. He's holding himself upright — the Taboo in him is strong — but his eyes are wide and almost feral and he's shivering.]
Get out, get out, get out...
3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510...
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[He does NOT feel comfortable touching his guy but this is apparently his wheelhouse now so he just looks at him firmly and—]
e, try e, isn't it 2.7...
[ONE ADDITIONAL DIGIT??? PLEASE LET THAT BE ENOUGH??]
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...Yeah. He can do that one.]
2.71828, 18284, 59045,23536, 028747...
[It's not one he has as well memorized, so he's definitely having to think a little harder to get the digits out. But on the plus side, focusing on that means he can't focus on IT.]
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[He gives out a light laugh through the pain. Also has eyes for people to look into. Four of them.]
That's already enough to like. Avoid more than a second's rounding error if your calculation spanned over 10 billion years. Right?
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[... Look, he doesn't raise his voice often. Might be wise to listen.]
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I'll back you up!