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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Barracks

[poorlovefool]

Aah- Uuughhhhh!!

[He shouts in surprise and disgust as more foul sludge seeps down his hair and shirt - nonstick or no, that's going to take some cleanup when they don't have any showers and the smell is horrible. Eric claws his hands through his hair to immediately get as much out as he can, but they stop and fall at his sides after a moment as he suddenly stares into blank space. He had thought angrily about who the culprit behind this was, and of course his thoughts went to McBurn, who had thrown some at him in the trial. McBurn, who was dead.

To Eric, that makes this prank extremely fucked up, so he's just going to look broken for a half second before he just starts to laugh. It lasts a long time. Long enough to think about who would actually do this to him, and he can only conclude it's that same stuck up little shit that he got in a tiff with earlier. Why else would someone do this? He may be rough around the edges but he really doesn't think he's pissed anyone off that much. And well, he doesn't really believe that Rubedo had grown up at all. This just proves it. That's fine, you little brat. He won't take this personally.

But, it is the morning and he just got a dog, which means there's important business to be taken care of as soon as the owner wakes up. So, since everything is fine and dandy, he's just going to happily let him go about that business. Right here! Just good ol' Midwestern neighborly hospitality! He hopes you love the smell of dog pee on your door when you get back. He just wanders off giggling about that because this is so much fun.]

[carries_war]

[When he first gets back to the smell of urine, his first thought is that Sisi did it when he wasn't looking. But no, he walked the dog before delivering the potions, and this is on the outside anyway. That just leaves one possibility...and he really hopes Eric got a dog too.

His first impulse is to turn this into a prank war, but no. One prank and retaliation is one thing, but a back and forth would be too distracting. So fine, Sparkles, you win this round. And might come back to find Jr. with cleaning supplies from the lettered rooms, scrubbing the floor in front of his room.]

[poorlovefool]

[He brought Gab to the meeting, so Jr would have seen him!

Serves him right though.]

[carries_war]

[That's still not sanitary, dude. And this better just be pee.]