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

[blackrosesred]

[The coin shifts just enough to clearly be being moved before settling back into place. It's just a little wobbly in motion.] WHITE

[beguiledcard]

[ He... notes the unsteadiness. ]

... It's okay.

[ There's strain in his expression for a moment longer, and then he takes a really deep breath. After a firm nod, he gives his best encouraging smile. ]

I'm... going to believe in that, okay? Even if you have your doubts... I'll believe enough for both of us.

[ Smiling turning warmer, he holds a blink for a couple of seconds. ]

... You can lean on me for that belief now if you have to. You and Goro both.

[ But he's ducking his head, hand shielding his face for now. No... he's done crying now! He'll let himself cry once they're out of here... damn it...

... He decides to not bother hiding it, hand hurriedly wiping his face as he releases a wry 'heh.' ]

Heh... even if I stupidly let myself cry again. Don't get me wrong... I fully believe we'll fight our way to the person in charge of all this.

[ But "belief" can only go so far, and there's no guarantee they'll be able to bring the dead back? He's not... stupid.

So his voice is even quieter. ]

... It's no secret I miss you both.

[ His jawline tightens, and he finally lifts his head. There's resolve, of course... but his eyes are glistening a little. ]

"It may not be enough to create miracles alone, but sometimes hope is all we have to keep us moving forward."

[ A smile. ]

That's what's keeping me going, you know... [ a beat ] I need you to make sure... you all are able to believe in those words, too. Can I trust you to do that?