FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[This round really has been different.

The beginning of the week brings memories once more, as everyone finally falls asleep, and soon enough it will become apparent that a new wing has opened up, laying bare the entire mall for the survivors. Still, it is no small comfort. Not when the residents have also been updated, bringing home the very sobering fact that over half of those who arrived here are dead.

There are so few left. The Fabricator has been exposed, and somehow that is hardly a victory. It's clear that whoever is running this intends to hold whatever cards they can until the bitter end. Theirs isn't the first time this Game has been played, after all. They can easily outlast their charges on their home turf.

Yet, there is a strange hope. Maybe there is a way out. The question now is finding it and going on the offensive, before those in charge make their next move. Because they will eventually. There is no doubt. Time is not a luxury the remaining Titled can waste anymore and everyone knows it.

So don't waste it - because the clock is ticking. Prepare yourselves.

There are seven strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[theirmagic]

[ Crap she's not trying to scare them, she might be succeeding in doing that though, uh... uh...

Well. This is all she has. All she can do is hope they'll read what she writes. ]

I don't mean you any harm
none of us are spirits or anything
we're just trapped and looking for answers
please talk to me?

[ ... If he or she leaves, all she really can do is follow him or her. At least she'll have tried, right? ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, the bad news: the light runs out of the room.

The good news? Five more lights run in, crowding around the paper.

Three of the lights morph into words:

[LOLOL]
[Who're ya gonna call??]
[Impossibilities]]

[theirmagic]

Oh, Croix... I scared them off... I'm sorry.

[ Well... she tried, sigh.

She'll focus on the word lights, and decide to zero in on the one that says impossibilities, first. What's up with that? ]

Impossibilities

[strangerpeople]

Incredible...but how? Unless...oh. I think I understand now.

I should know such things are possible, after all.

[This light backs towards a chair, sitting down, watching the other lights.

It is clearly someone's thought.]

[theirmagic]

[ Chariot... seems taken aback. Did she just read someone's freakin' mind. What. WHAT. ... Okay, what about the other one? Who're ya gonna call?

Can she still pick up on that one? ]

Who're ya gonna call??

[strangerpeople]

[Yup.]

WOAH. WOAH WOAH!! This is legit real!! There's no way someone is pranking us!!

Where's Bill Murray when you need him!? Why aren't proton packs real!!? I'm kind of wigging out right now!!!

[theirmagic]

... How rude! I just said I'm not dead!

[ She completely misses the Ghost Busters reference. She didn't watch that movie, it came out super before her time.

Well... the last one confuses her, but she may as well zero in on the chatspeak one, what's that one about? ]

LOLOL

[strangerpeople]

Wow, Purple-haired ghost is hot!! I don't see why everyone's freaking out!

I always suspected this place was haunted, but I didn't realize they were cute girls! Please date me, hee hee!

[1/2]

[theirmagic]

.............................

[2/2]

[theirmagic]

Right, well... that first person seems like they might be receptive.

[ Now what? What about that first person she focused on? Maybe she can get a message to them? She'll try flipping the paper over and writing one more time. ]

We're not dead.
And we're very cognizant of if we were dead. We just can't interact with your plane for some reason.
I work with spirits a lot. I would know if I was dead.
Who are you? ... Any of you?

[strangerpeople]

[Its a few moments, but a message does pop up on a piece of paper.]

a/s/l of purple-hiared girl?????

[theirmagic]

[ ... Well she got a reply, yay! ... But wait, what does a/s/l mean? She's going to turn to Croix. ]

Hey, Croix? What does "a/s/l" mean? ... Also they're asking it to you.

[scienceofmagic]

[ Croix blinks, then takes the pen and, very politely writes: ]

Sorry to spoil your hopes, but we're married to each other.

[ And then, aloud: ]

He was asking for my age, sex and location. You ask that when you're interested in dating.

[theirmagic]

[ She'll just be in the corner and add: ]

Sorry.

[ ... And blush. ]

[strangerpeople]

[This elicits a response.]

:(

[scienceofmagic]

[ Now, to more serious matters. ]

Do you know what's happening in this mall? With us?

[strangerpeople]

[Hitting on Croix is always important.]

the malls haunted??? even since it started renovating but we all knew that?

[scienceofmagic]

We've been brought from various locations and trapped here, given powers and every week we're given a motive.

Then we're told to kill each other over it. After that, we go to trial and sift through evidence we gather ourselves to try and name the culprit. We get it right, only the culprit dies. We get it wrong, the rest of us die.

We're looking for a way to end this and escape. We're tired of all the death.

[ ...Nice and succinct, she hopes. ]

[strangerpeople]

that's fucked up man

thursday night curse is real!!!!

[theirmagic]

[ Okay so... she's gonna borrow the pen on the table and leave the pencil out for them so she can differentiate herself from Croix: ]

thursday is usually when people end up killed on our end but no one is killing this week we're trying to stop it
what's the curse?

[strangerpeople]

security sees people die on thursday but theres no body or evidence!!!!!

[theirmagic]

[ ... Holy shit. Her reply is real fast. They can see what's happening here, even if it's brief. ]

theyre seeing the bodies on our end! what have they seen so far?!
did someone see someone in the crab-o-licious crab tank, for example?
or in the food court? or in the barcade? we had bodies in those places

[strangerpeople]

yeah and then he got hauled off to a hospital because it was crazy shit!!! it's happened to every guard whos run thrudsay nihght skeleton shift the past years!!!

[scienceofmagic]

[ Suddenly, Croix's struck with what she hopes is brilliance. ]

Does the name "Kana" mean anything to any of you?

[strangerpeople]

Kana??? MYJL Kana???

no she works at the sushi plaholy shit stop trying to write over mriewghdlkwg

[And thus a scribbling war commences.]