Despite the lack of a body this week, you've had more than enough to explore and investigate; some of it may have answered some questions, while the rest...well, the rest may have just raised more.
However you feel about it, the fact remains that as soon as you all step out of that new section above the third and make your way back toward one of the primary hallways, the lights quite suddenly go out, casting the hospital into complete darkness.
Several seconds pass before something seems to happen and what sound like backup generators kick back on; the lights struggle their way back to life, only to immediately flicker and die again.
It happens twice more before the power seems to stay on for good - they're feeble, but they're on, and at least it's enough to see by. It seems the power is stronger in one place in particular, however, and it shouldn't be a surprise which it is; the courtroom remains just as illuminated as ever, the seats ringing the old operating theater remaining as starkly unoccupied as they always do, and the podium circle that awaits you seems to have been set up in its final configuration. Sakura Kashima's portrait has joined the ranks of the deceased, her podium draped in black cloth. A final reminder of all you've lost here.
Perhaps it's upsetting. Perhaps it'll only serve to make you more determined.
The public-address system remains eerily silent, even after you've found your places in the circle; once in a while the quiet is broken by soft bursts of static, by a heavy, electric-sounding humming noise. Occasionally, whispers can be heard; whatever they're saying, it's probably not for you. Regardless, however, one thing is obvious: this is the end of the line, wherever it may have taken you.
Eight Patients remain.
Good luck. |
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There was some code from a message QQ found which I wrote down. Neither of us knows what it means. [ He gestures to QQ's transcript. ]
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Second world war.
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If not an attack, maybe something else. This reminds me a little of a story I heard once. A guy I knew was a fan of gathering up the most pointless stories and calling them fascinating.
The one I'm thinking of was called the Philadelphia Experiment.
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[nothing useful here, just transmitter feelings]
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[What does it even mean in this context, then? But as for the Morse code...
...Give him a minute. Even he's quite solemn about the contents of that transcript.]
It's... It's a name, I think. "Michael". Over and over. Just that name.
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[ AN ACTUAL NAME, WOWSER ]
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[He thinks about it.
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Wheatley, do you recall the initials written on the gravestone? Didn't it...start with an M?
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What's a nuclear reactor?
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It's used to create energy. Very complicated to explain, somewhat dangerous if used incorrectly. Needs a lot of maintenance.
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[ Transmitter feelings here too. A... brother, huh? She shakes her head. ]
"They came with me..." do you think she means the Risen?
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[Or. There are other ways to get relief, and Asgore knows them well.]
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Maybe she means they came with her to this game. You found evidence it'd been hosted before somewhere.
She might've come here and the Risen came with her.
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