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

[thegreenhornet]

Uh, I found some...some creepy stuff. Something about a curse, and about the Thursday night shift being bad. You know, that kinda stuff.

[Heeere are some documents

[theirmagic]

That's the information we found out about. Croix and I talked to two people in this mall, someone named Asilia and someone named Jake. There was a third person who's mind we read but were unable to speak with.

They told us that every day on Thursday for years, the nightshift at this mall has been seeing corpses and then dismissing the guards who see them as crazy, because there's never any bodies. Also, there's been a lot of ghost sightings. We couldn't touch the people in the room, but we could interact with the room's objects, so we were writing on paper back and forth, and...

The two people thought we were ghosts, at first. I think... whatever's going on, we're on an alternate magical plane. What kind I can't say, but the regular people in the mall are all... well, normal people, security guards, the usual.

They mentioned one other thing: they don't know who the boss of MYJL cafe is, for some reason, despite working in this mall, and knowing its workers. I think that might be our "Boss".