Taking Responsibility.

[transmittable]

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.

Comments

[georgeous]

A nuclear meltdown poisons its environment for decades to come.

I haven't heard of anything affecting timespace, but well... the Risen are right here, huh?

[journalname]

I doubt it was anything related to our Core, but...yes. Something has clearly happened to them beyond poison.

[georgeous]

It seems to have... turned them into a kind of radioactive hivemind, from all the sounds of it.

[journalname]

...why, then, have their powers increased since we have been here? Their voice is clearer now; they can touch us, or make us feel heat from their screens. I thought it was the deaths, but that does not seem to relate much to radiation.

Is it because we have soaked - they are not stronger, but we are more susceptible to their effects?

[ossifragant]

[.........]

Are we in the Void?

[journalname]

The outside of this place has always been rather questionable...

[lol qq and mikoto never mentioned going outside like two hours ago did they]

[preciousking]

[ Mikoto is lazy. ]

Ah, that. I actually found a way outside.

[ossifragant]

Yeah? What'd it look like? More snow?

[preciousking]

No. Mostly foggy. Warm too.

[ossifragant]

[........]

One point towards being in the Void.

[cthulwho]

[He thinks about this...]

I couldn't say what I'd imagine the Void to be like, but...could it have simply been the way that section was designed by whatever George discovered? The foyer could have been designed to have the snowy scenery at all times, but this new section had something entirely different. It's...strange.

[positivespin]

Yup. Other that that, not much to see.

[journalname]

...the restriction on our powers was meant to be confined to this building, was it not? Do you have any to regain?

[preciousking]

I do, but I didn't try to use anything. I figured if I did get somethin' back, it'd be obvious without testing.

[ So probably nothing but who knows. ]

[positivespin]

Don't think so. QQ's strength and speed is impaired here, and that didn't seem to change outside.

[georgeous]

Soaked in... radionic treatment, maybe?

[journalname]

Not for a disease, but to...what was it? Adjust our waves?

[georgeous]

So we're receptive to their radioactive wavelength.

They're not growing stronger, we lose our defenses against them.

[journalname]

.....George. Do you remember the week when they spoke to us of the traitor? My head felt strange when they showed my picture on the computers - light-headed, almost.

Did that happen to you as well?

[georgeous]

... I remember that, yes. Everything felt out of focus for a moment.

[journalname]

I wonder if that is how the Transmitter feels.

[ossifragant]

....If she's feeling like that constantly, that has to be wearing on her.

[arebetter]

... When they got really pissed at me, they started making me feel kind of like that. When I got into a fight with them over the phone.

[journalname]

Oh, dear. How long ago was this?

[dangerousfool]

Um, wasn't there something about the effect of radio waves on people? Could they be doing it with those?