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.]

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[socialhacktivist]

Daytime

[Learning how to fight, waiting to see what is going to happen next and trying to keep her courage up... there's one place she's drawn to.

It's still there... Yusuke's mural. At first she'd both loved and hated it. Seeing it brought conflicting emotions. But the longer she's been here without him, the more important that small piece of him became. Today she sits by it for a long time; staring at the vibrant colors, all so different and yet somehow still coming together in a very beautiful, compelling way. Her fingers trace coppery, golden flowers with neon green stems and leaves. Those... those are hers. She can tell, somehow, even though he never told her that much.

From there her fingers find their way to the white, pale blue, and indigo foxglove. She still feels the sting of tears welling up. But she closes them and pushes them down.]

I don't have any way to take a picture... or take you with me... but the feeling I'm getting right now-- I won't ever forget that.

Evening

[Later she can be found in the Workshop, putting together a basic quiver to hold arrows with wood from the Conservetex and metals. It's not pretty but it looks like she's managing for the most part.

...she could probably use a little more strength though, honestly.]

Evening

[bythewaves]

Here, let me help.

[ Maglor's voice, as it always does, curling quietly through the air ]

You have done this sort of work before, it seems