WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[Once everyone has gotten out of the elevator, those who go to look for Akira and Kurama will find that they have been put into one of their rooms, together, safely tucked into bed with a glass of milk for each of them. And - aside from the bruises of being suctioned into a death cylinder and tranquilized with some very strong drugs - they are alive and unharmed.

Naturally, this means that Akira and Kurama are the first to experience the dreams, but everyone will experience them, once they finally fall asleep, for good and ill.

Despite everything, too, the survivors will find many other new things facing them as they wake up. A new evolution for their powers, a new wing...and a new rule, updated after the execution. The profiles have also been updated, to reflect the Titled's ever-dwindling numbers.

This is going to be a long week, that's for sure.


There are ten strangers left in this place.

((OOC: Don't forget to do Activity Check along with memory regains, everyone!))

Comments

[beguiledcard]

[ He gives her the most reassuring look he can manage, in spite of something incredibly cold filling his stomach.

This is a person... but she's getting colder and colder...

With a dim expression, he studies her face for a moment, and then quietly mutters. ]

... Thanks.

[ This girl who rebelled against her society? Fought for something? There's no way she did something without a reason... right? Even if not... he's not going to believe her death was in vain.

Isn't that what they all deserve to have as thoughts directed their way, even if they fall? ]

Let's give all of them one...

[greatfascinations]

[The Life Coach smiles mildly at that. Like she has no particular attachment to the idea of a funeral, but understands the sentimental reasons people do them and supports it.]

K. Well... how 'bout we do that instead of, like, a minigame tomorrow then? No one's super hard up on cash, right? And the Nasty totally hated those.

[beguiledcard]

No, she wasn't... and I don't think anyone will be up for one any time soon.

[ He'd be okay with never playing one of those ever again.

He nods, holding a blink. His expression's dim. ]

Thank you...

[ He shifts the form in his arms, gently and with care. ]

Where should I take her?

[greatfascinations]

Umm, like... would you mind letting Nyaf-ya take care of her for now? That's, like, what usually happens...

[She looks a bit sheepish that she can't tell him a better place, but. There really isn't a great place within their current boundaries for it.]