Week 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[It's been one week on the Gigantic
and it's clear that Zero
is a big dickzzzzzsht



A week has passed. However, there is no denying anymore that the power Zero possesses is very real. One person is already dead because of this, regardless of what, exactly, the Gimme's role in it was.

There is also no denying that the ship is somehow powered by blood, if not made of blood entirely. Why? How? And what do the clues uncovered in the previous week have to do with it?

The watches, meanwhile have not changed in any way. Everyone is still in their color groups. The doors to the next floor are still locked as well. Perhaps those are also murder dependent. Which is...also not good. But at least there's food and laundry down here, so...maybe it'll get boring eventually, but for now, infinite confinement on the bottom decks of the ship may not be so bad. right?

...Right?



There are currently 18 strangers on this ship.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Hubert, meanwhile, is going on a trip.

A bad trip. A trip through things that were, that might be, and all that were otherwise impossible for them to experience.

Most instances are mere flashes. Moments, really, that belong to others.

-Monsieur Steel silently hands you a note from the shadows. THE COMPATRIOT IN CHARGE OF YOUR LITTLE COURTESY WILL NOT TELL ANY OF YOU THIS, BUT IN THE SIXTH CITY, IN THE CITY OF LOVE, MURDER IS IMPERMANENT. THE STORIES COLLECTED, HOWEVER, ARE NOT. BEWARE. LOVE WILL NOT SAVE YOU HERE. This…this is something you need to tell everyone. If murder isn’t permanent down in this weird version of Paris-

-ALMSIVI. Or rather, the last part of it left. Terezi had said they suspected they would know about “DR4GON BR34KS” from the papers she found in Alexis’ room, hadn’t she? Yes, she had. Now you know. As Elenwen lays writhing on the ground, he floats above you, unmoved by your newest act of violence. “Her actions merely reinforced what I already suspected; I merely let them run its course. Now, I ask you again. Will you aid in preserving what is left of this spike and change the course of reality, or shall we be fools and fight amongst ourselves?”-

-They tried. They really tried But fear is stronger. How can one defeat fear itself? Everyone left is wrapped in his skin, hungry and tired, slowly drowning in madness and giving in. Yes, including you, Arthur. You most of all. What made you think you could kill a god? As you start to black out, you can just barely make out a light…no, no, Maka-

-A child cries out.

And suddenly, you, Hubert, are standing, wobbling at your podium, inside a large, unoccupied theater. Everyone is looking at you.

One even speaks to you, looking slightly agitated.]

Hey, princess! You wanna actually answer my question right now? Because that would be really fucking helpful!

[Princess?

You catch sight of your hands, and-what--!?

After letting out what is surely a horrified, high-pitched squeal, you try to speak. No words come out. Why would they? You don’t even know what’s going on, and this guy looks ready to jump on you-]

Hey, chill out! You’re playing into Zero’s hands. This is what these villain types want.

[Someone else speaks, looking unimpressed. At least this dude is now looking upset at her and not…you?]

And you’re not? She still hasn’t told us what she was doing last night. My-he’s…

[Crap, now he actually looks upset at the thought of whoever was dead.]

Shit--I want answers, damnit! We all do, don't we!? We have a dead body and everyone else's got an alibi! Are you really gonna let her off-

[Then, like whiplash, you are on the ground in the same theater. You don’t know how you got there, but you know three things as you lay there.

First, you are dying-and so is everyone else save one person.

Second, both the asshole and the woman who came to your defense are among the dead.

The third…]

Execution Complete. X-Passes of deceased players will now be announced. Please pay attention, as they will not be repeated after this announcement.

[The man whimpers “noIdidn’tdoitnononono” over and over as he crumbles to his knees. The announcement continues regardless.]

CANCER…ROYAL…

[And you are hit by deja-vu at the sight of green eyes, staring wide and horrified, right back at you as he lays still on the ground next to the asshole...they look just like--

Wait, no, you know that man, who is he, the name is on your lips-

-and then and then, you feel yourself switch, feel the pull, and just like that, you are back to your correct moment.

You…


you might feel a tad dizzy after that, Bertie.]

[pegasinister]

[When he comes back to himself he shoots up, trying to stand... but the dizziness hits him all at once and he collapses]

[jinglebros]

[ Aoi dashes forward, trying to catch him before he hits the floor. He's talented at this, considering all his experience with Akane. ]

[pegasinister]

[Thankfully he's not heavy- in fact he's almost scarily bony. He gasps and twitches before:]

Aoi... paper, quill. Now, quickly!

[jinglebros]

Uh, okay!

[ He tries to shift Hubert to the couch before trying to find the ordered items. The paper he finds is kind of gross and yellow stained, but that should still be enough, right? ]

Here. It's more of a pen, but it works pretty much the same.

[pegasinister]

[He waves a hand- any writing tool works. He sets to work writing right away. It's a scrawling shorthand, but Aoi will likely be able to pick out names and terms- Steel, Terezi, Maka, others. Dragon Break. ALMSIVI. X-Pass. Underlined and arrowed to "Cancer" "Royal"

And finally:]

WHO IS THE GREEN EYED MAN

[By the end he's panting and shivering like he's coming down from a drug trip or an adrenaline rush. or both]

[jinglebros]

Green eyed man?

We've got one of those here.

[pegasinister]

I can't say... I know I recognized him... but the details other than his eyes are blurred.

[He puts the pen down and stares at Aoi]

I believe I may have just 'received', as you called it. Or something similar.