WEEK 4

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 4


[It is late in the afternoon when the Titled finally wake up from their long, vivid sleep. What day is it? Maybe it doesn't matter.

They weren't awake when it happened, but the final set of doors have opened. The Intercessor hasn't emerged from their room. There is no sign of the grumpy old man. And, the Titled may notice that nothing has been cleaned up - including the remains of those who prompted the Investigation - since they went into the Debate Hall. No new food has been supplied in the Kitchen, either.

The only replenishing food supply is in the Conservatex - who knows when those'll get ripped out from the ground out of spite, though. Their captors certainly showed themselves to not be above petty revenge, unfortunately.

So many questions now swirl. Is the old man hiding? Is the Intercessor ok? What the hell happened with the dragon? What about that other group which the Titled have come to realize exist? What did their captors have planned? And...really, what the hell else is going to happen now?

Whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

So get ready, Titled.

There are nine (but perhaps only eight?...) strangers in this place.]

Comments

[carries_war]

[It works. He has to stop abruptly to avoid slipping on the goop on the floor, leaving him stationary just long enough for the second glob to hit him.]

Oh, you're asking for it now!

[But he's not throwing his handful of goo. Instead he darts forward, intent on shoving it directly in Killua's face.]

[lightnen]

[ VICTORY!

It's hard to restrain the laugh he lets off because of this, trying not to enjoy it too much as he caught sight of Jr moving forwards and that was his cue to try and move back because there was NO way he was getting a faceful of that stuff again. At least not without returning the favor, so he quickly made to grab another handful so he could try and do the same to Jr. at the same time. ]

Oh yeah? Why don't you see what it's like, too?

[carries_war]

[Crossplat? He sputters, trying to clear it out of his nose.]

Damn, that's disgusting.

[But he's still laughing.]

[lightnen]

[ Making a bit of a face, he stops so he can get whatever he can of it off him but busts out in laughter as well with a wide smile accompanying it. ]

See? That's why I wanted you to see what... it was like for yourself!

[ Once he stops laughing, something occurs to him and a mischievous look soon forms on his face. ]

...Wanna go around and toss it at everyone else?

[carries_war]

Why do you think I made so much of this crap? I was thinking of stringing some up over Sparkles' door, too.

[lightnen]

Sounds like a good idea to me.

[ In other words, he's 100% down for doing this. ]

[carries_war]

If that works out, maybe we can do something like that to trap the food supplies. Imagine whatever dumb bastard tries to mess with our food running around invisible with this gunk in their hair.