WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Well, this is...happening. This is a thing. This is your life now. The Commander is expecting you to just up and kill one another, and then try to get away with it. No big deal, right? You guys can handle this. You won't fall for what she has. She's clearly an idiot. A loud idiot, but still an idiot. She's not going to get one over you.

...Right?

In any case, the Commander's quarters are now open for anyone who decides they can actually stand to be in the same room as her, but beware - any favor you might ask of her is going to come at a price, and who knows what she'll ask you to do if you decide to gain a boon from her. Unless you're a suck-up like Baku - then she'll apparently be flattered. Maybe that's a good tactic to use?


Whatever you do, try not to murder the bread again. The Bread Did Nothing Wrong.


There are fifteen strangers in this place.]



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[crouching_sin]

[Naoya rolls out of bed a little late in the day - why get up early? There's no point. He drags himself to the kitchen to find some coffee and some rations. They're not bad. He'll survive.

After that he wanders around, stopping first in the weapons storage to grab himself a dagger. He conceals it as best he can within his suit, tucking it behind the straps and fastening it. It won't be a quick draw, but it'll do. Then he checks out the furnace, careful not to get too close. ... Hm. That's something to think about.

Once that's done he checks the computer room, where he can be found for the rest of the day. Occasionally, the sounds of shitty flutes can be heard echoing from the room.]

[stealsyourduelist]

[Passing the computer room with a distasteful look.... between this and the dial-up noises from his smartwatch, he is not a happy grandpa.]

What good are these machines if they all make such a pitiful racket?

[crouching_sin]

[He chuckles and turns to look at the other.]

It's not supposed to do that, really. It's what happens when I trip the security system in them. I'm trying to gather information, but... well. It's a little difficult when there's need of earplugs.

[stealsyourduelist]

I can see that headache remedies will be in high demand.

[He'll suck it up though, if it's for gathering intelligence.]

What were you expecting to find out? Pardon my ignorance, but the items in this base seem as though they came from the other world to me.

[crouching_sin]

... Well we do seem to be from different worlds, based on conversations I've had with others. But... as for what I was trying to find out... the history of this place, any of the files this 'Commander' is hiding... even a map that doesn't have things redacted on it. Any of those could be useful.

[illusionarymelody]

[As Vita passes by the computer room, she wrinkles her face at the hideous sound.]

What sort of terrible excuse for music is that noise?

[crouching_sin]

[He looks up at her.]

Barely music. And apparently the security system if you try to probe too much into the computers.

[illusionarymelody]

Isn't an alarm usual for a security system? This would be hard to tell if it was just someone who has no talent at music or a problem.

[crouching_sin]

Since when was anything here typical?

[illusionarymelody]

It looks like a pretty typical military base to me.

[Which probably says a lot about how weird her world is more than anything.]

[crouching_sin]

Not one from my world, though I meant more the rules of this 'game'.

[illusionarymelody]

You mean like that one about killing people? I truly hope no one would stoop so low.

[crouching_sin]

You'd be surprised what desperate people will do.

[illusionarymelody]

Would anyone here truly grow that desperate?

[crouching_sin]

Oh, absolutely. I've seen plenty of people break for much less.

[backuphero]

[Okay, you know what that shitty flute music needs?

Whatever the heck the wristwatch of loud noises and bullshit said he could do.

Congrats, Naoya, for a moment you now have Shitty Flutes feat. 5 seconds of a nightcore remix of Darude Sandstorm. And maybe a really immature snort of laughter from just outside the room after that latter bit stops.

If you're quick you can catch him before he runs.]

[crouching_sin]

[He looks up immediately at the sound of a meme, and starts laughing. He gets up and heads towards the source of the sound.]

Now hold on a moment there -

[backuphero]

[He freezes, putting his hands up as though he's been caught by police.

And still laughing.]

This has got to be the most useless superpower ever!

[crouching_sin]

[He snickers, and waves for Jonathan to put his hands down.]

It's not the worst thing in the world. At least it's not actively harmful?

[backuphero]

[He does, to a point, deciding to lounge against the wall with his fingers laced behind his head. Standard Anime Hero Pose, you know how it is.]

Yeah, it could be way worse... but if it lasted any longer we could have a really terrible band!

[...yeah that "not laughing" thing only lasted about five seconds, he's just way too amused by this.]

[crouching_sin]

We could have.

... Interestingly I think all of these awful covers are from no later than the 1980s, if I'm hearing them right over the stupid instruments.

[backuphero]

So... there might be something awful involving music I actually recognize, then, if it all stops there?

[He's not imagining what "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree" subjected to that treatment,honest, that's not why he's still darned close to giggling at all, no sir, not at all....]

[crouching_sin]

Possibly, though I'm not trying to set this off... I'm trying to dig carefully.

[backuphero]

So it's not a music archive, it's... some kind of alarm system?

[crouching_sin]

Essentially, yes. I can't seem to find a way to mute it, either.