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

Conservatex

[socialhacktivist]

[Futaba looks ready for a fight. Literally. But it's not just the change into her Phantom Thief gear-- she's also got a makeshift quiver full of bolts and a pretty sweet looking crossbow that she's eagerly training with. No matter what happens at this point... she's not going to let herself get caught unaware.

The target she's made goes on the trunk of a tree. This isn't her first day at it. Although she's still a little shaky at times, her patience results in good aim. But that's why she's working on trying to get her speed up and lessen her reaction time.

She'd be happy to share what she's learned so far or work with another person looking to train. Although honestly a break might not be terrible either.]

[poorlovefool]

Whoa. What kind of costume is that?

[He's not even judging, she looks cool?! He definitely didn't make anything like that when he was messing around in the clothier the other day.

He might ask her about training later, but priorities.]

[carries_war]

[Jr.'s picked up his own crossbow and replaced the missing bullets from his holster belt with bolts. He knows better than to sneak up on someone holding a weapon, so she should hear his footsteps in the grass before he speaks.]

Not bad, but you won't have time to carefully aim in a fight.