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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[ He thinks back to the chalkboard. Most of it was nonsense to him and he didn't get a good look at it (what do you mean he could read the notes she took here), but hmm. ] ]
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[ He tries and fails to remember what's already been said about the chalkboard Lovecraft and Wheatley found. He looks at Lovecraft! ]
What'd your chalkboard say again?
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There were two sets of notes. One set seemed to be notes about how many games would be needed? A minimum of four. There were a few numbers listed as well, a few crossed out... I believe they may have been considering the number of participants per game? They did not seem to find it as efficient as they would like.
The second set is the only one that contained any mention of waves: wave displacement. The notes also had the phrase "let them soak" and the date, as mentioned earlier.
I am not sure what that term is referring to in this case, exactly...other than "displacement" typically means the movement of something. [...] Forcefully, at times.
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Focusin' on the wave displacement first. Usually "waves" refers to sound, but the notes QQ found detailed how the human body can give them off. Also mentioned effects the waves have on them. Technically, we could put those together and get the general concept for how we were brought here.
[ But that could be reaching. He's not sciency, he doesn't know shit about shit. ]
This shit's stupid. Who the hell's left that knows about this?
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I suppose? We all had to get here somehow... Many of us were brought from different realities and worlds.
[..."Displaced", one could say.]
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I assume that party is who created the game and allowed the Risen to use the format.
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[Hmm.]
Then is this case of displacement more related to...them?
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Normally, the impact would be complete death, of course.
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always refresh when you go to eat]So the Risen were in the submarine, somethin' happened, and the Transmitter showed up later.
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