WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3



[The week begins as last week began. But there's is a great difference-murder. It has happened. Blood has been drawn; it cannot be undone. The Game has made itself known. The Game is paramount. The Game simply is.

As morning dawns, those who were not present with the DEAD lock will find that the doors that were locked are now gone-and a whole new area has finally opened up to them. They will also find that they remember something they had not been able to recall beforehand. The question is, was it worth it?

And-is it you, or is the ship getting...colder as the hours go by? No, it's not just you. By the end of Sunday, the ship has started to dip into freezing temperatures. It might be difficult for people to bundle up-unless you're Brain, who will find his closet inundated with winter clothing that fit him perfectly.

Yup. This is going to be a long week, as if last week wasn't bad enough.



There are currently 16 strangers in this place.]

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[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He sees the picture, and as he does....

His eyes flick to her, back to the picture, and he almost looks...exasperated?

Out of the blue, he suddenly begins to recite:]

"The Tuscan bard of deathless fame
Nursed in his breast a double flame,
Unequally divided;
And when I say I had his heart,
While Laura play'd the second part,
I must not be derided.

For my fidelity was such,
It merited regard as much
As Laura's grace and beauty;
She first inspired the poet's lay,
But since I drove the mice away,
His love repaid my duty.

Through all my exemplary life,
So well did I in constant strife
Employ my claws and curses,
That even now, though I am dead,
Those nibbling wretches dare not tread
On one of Petrarch's verses."

[Once that is done, he taps the picture again.]

A monument placed in the house of Francesco Petrarca, for the benefit of those that would come to see the house he so often wrote of, a man inspired by the italian poet Virgil. Indubitably the poet you speak of, but there is something you overlooked.

[He leans back, closing his eyes...before opening them again.]

The cat and its monument is a hoax. The poet never once mentioned the cat in his writings, nor was there any mention of it among those that came to visit his grave before it was erected, after which it became a sort of 'meme' among those writers who had gone to visit his house. But since it could never be definitively proven the cat did not once exist with the poet, it could be called an early 'Schrodinger's cat.'

With that said...that suddenly changes the meaning of what is written on the back, does it not?

[not_a_lego_maniac]

....the cat's a...a meme?

[somuchshipping]

It's the Mirage!

[Hermes, they aren't going to know what you're talking about!

[not_a_lego_maniac]

The meme's a mirage?

[somuchshipping]

No, the Mirage is the Past and the Future.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

Um. I don't...get it.

[somuchshipping]

It's a Limbo God from my game.

[Hermes repeatedly mentioned Greek Gods and Roman Gods throughout the first two weeks, but this is the first he's ever mentioned Limbo Gods. HMMMMMM!]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

What's a Limbo God?






Actually, what's a limbo?

[yesorwoof]

[Makima thought at first that Zack and Hermes would suffice to distract from this rather awkward incident but not so much, so. Here she goes.]

Schroedinger's cat is a bit overdone... I thought the whole point of the physicist's thought experiment was that it made no sense biologically... But maybe that is a theme of the type of fate Zero believes in. I'll think about it.

[She smiles thinly.]

Your Latin is much better than mine. I mostly just recognized the mention of Laura. I'm sure it'll prove useful if there are more clues like this.