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

[defriendestration]

[Quietly, Papyrus sprinkles most of the ashes over the room. On books, stockpiles, on whatever he can find, ending on the stone pillow.

After a pause, he puts the flower Fie have him on the pillow as well.]

WE'LL MAKE SURE TO PUT THE REST OF THE ASHES WHERE YOU LIVED, WHEN WE GET OUT OF HERE! OK? THAT'S A PROMISE!

[zephyranthe]

Yeah. ...I wonder how we can find that out, though. [They all seem to come from drasically different places, after all...]

[defriendestration]

MAYBE WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT? I'M SURE WE WILL!!

[zephyranthe]

Yeah. If they brought us here somehow, there's gotta be a way back. [Probably...?]

Hopefully we can interrogate the guys who brought us here, though.

[defriendestration]

HMM, YES! THERE MUST BE A WAY TO GET THEM TO TELL US WHAT WE WANT TO KNOW!

MAYBE IF WE SPARE THEM...LIKE THE HUMAN BACK HOME SEEMS TO LIKE DOING!

[zephyranthe]

As long as they don't get to do this again, I'm okay with sparing them.

[Although they better be locked up somehow...]