[It's been weeks. However many, Jupiter doesn't even know how many anymore; she's long lost track of them. She got dragged into this place just as God told the three of them that the devil was there, that it was certain that he was there among them. To say this iteration of Jupiter has been notably more stressed is an understatement.
But she's somehow managed to persevere. She's managed week after week of this, no matter how hard it's gotten. No matter how much she's wanted to cry, to break something, to do something she'd regret in the morning. Jupiter wasn't a very open person, but she had plenty of people she liked to talk to. Even as their numbers thinned, as people she cared about began dying, she still had plenty to cling to. And at least one of those things was the minor hope that the devil wouldn't come for her.
What a fucking idiot she'd been.
The motive this week was the fact that their 'powers' had been turned back on; Jupiter didn't realize it at first until she could finally work that small radio she had with her again and tune into god's station. He's always at 109.8 FM, after all; reliable, and easy to find. It'd been easy to turn the radio on again, and yet, those damning words left the radio once more.
"It is certain that the devil is coming. It is certain. It is absolutely certain the devil is already here."
Jupiter's been distant from the rest of the group. She has to be. If the devil reached out to any of the others, Jupiter would never forgive herself for letting it happen. So she's once again taken the burden all upon herself, and she's shut everyone else out. But even from the ballroom where she's currently holed up, on a goddamn Thursday no less, she's having a much harder time with this than she thought. She doesn't even know why she's here. The Devil probably made her come out here. She could certainly blame him for a lot.
And yet, the room feels suffocating. To anyone who enters, it feels almost humid, and one can probably feel themselves start to sweat. It feels like there are hands grasping in the air, touching one's skin, grasping them, and Jupiter can be heard quietly weeping as the same message drones on and on.
"It is certain that the devil is coming. It is certain. It is absolutely certain the devil is already here."]
...I just gotta make it til morning. I just...I just...
[She doesn't hear anyone who might be coming in, but Jupiter knows deep down she's not going to last for the rest of the night. The devil is making sure of it; she just hopes that nobody else gets caught up in this.]
generic murdergame special prompt
do you know the devil?
[It's been weeks. However many, Jupiter doesn't even know how many anymore; she's long lost track of them. She got dragged into this place just as God told the three of them that the devil was there, that it was certain that he was there among them. To say this iteration of Jupiter has been notably more stressed is an understatement.
But she's somehow managed to persevere. She's managed week after week of this, no matter how hard it's gotten. No matter how much she's wanted to cry, to break something, to do something she'd regret in the morning. Jupiter wasn't a very open person, but she had plenty of people she liked to talk to. Even as their numbers thinned, as people she cared about began dying, she still had plenty to cling to. And at least one of those things was the minor hope that the devil wouldn't come for her.
What a fucking idiot she'd been.
The motive this week was the fact that their 'powers' had been turned back on; Jupiter didn't realize it at first until she could finally work that small radio she had with her again and tune into god's station. He's always at 109.8 FM, after all; reliable, and easy to find. It'd been easy to turn the radio on again, and yet, those damning words left the radio once more.
"It is certain that the devil is coming.
It is certain.
It is absolutely certain the devil is already here."
Jupiter's been distant from the rest of the group. She has to be. If the devil reached out to any of the others, Jupiter would never forgive herself for letting it happen. So she's once again taken the burden all upon herself, and she's shut everyone else out. But even from the ballroom where she's currently holed up, on a goddamn Thursday no less, she's having a much harder time with this than she thought. She doesn't even know why she's here. The Devil probably made her come out here. She could certainly blame him for a lot.
And yet, the room feels suffocating. To anyone who enters, it feels almost humid, and one can probably feel themselves start to sweat. It feels like there are hands grasping in the air, touching one's skin, grasping them, and Jupiter can be heard quietly weeping as the same message drones on and on.
"It is certain that the devil is coming.
It is certain.
It is absolutely certain the devil is already here."]
...I just gotta make it til morning. I just...I just...
[She doesn't hear anyone who might be coming in, but Jupiter knows deep down she's not going to last for the rest of the night. The devil is making sure of it; she just hopes that nobody else gets caught up in this.]