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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Comments

[backuphero]

[Hopefully tearing up a bedsheet doesn't quite count as destruction of property, because, as anyone who happens to venture into the men's bathroom will see, that was how he started his morning. The fabric doesn't make a great towel or washcloths, but just like a sponge bath from a sink, it's better than nothing - like hell is he asking Maureen O'Hollers upstairs for permission to shower.

If you're lucky you'll manage to get in there while he's washing his hair or at least still wearing boxers, fellas. Otherwise, well... it's open season for jokes about full moons and the relative size of things in Texas, good luck. Any shame he has is currently buried under fury and salt. The narration suggests but wouldn't dare require using a dice roll if you're comfortable with any option, and provided the first two options in case you're not okay with the third.

After potentially mortifying his dormmates, he's going to make a detour to the Mess Hall. He's got that weird oversized wristwatch he woke up wearing with him, now, and while he's sitting there letting his coffee go cold, he'll be tentatively poking at the keys, trying to puzzle it out.]

bathroom!!

[theserpentsmiles]

[We know he looks feminine, but this is absolutely the right bathroom for Nagisa, and he's coming in with some bedding of his own... Oh. Slightly awkward?]

...I guess we had the same idea.

[backuphero]

I just figured "why make a deal with the she-devil if you can avoid it", right?

[It is perfectly normal to talk casually about your jailer whilst standing bent over a sink lathering soap in your hair, wearing boxers which have obviously been put through the laundry with something bright red more than once. Perfectly. Normal.

If he pretends it's not weird, it won't be weird, right?]

Dunno if you've got that cut up already, but if not, my knife's on the suit.

[It's crumpled against the wall, looking rather like some alien's shed skin, but the knife in its sheath sits on top.]

[theserpentsmiles]

I'm not sure I'd call her a devil, but I agree it's best to avoid contact...

[You know what. This isn't at all weird if we just don't acknowledge that there's anything remotely weird and just carry on as normal. Nagisa's pretty good at that. So instead he'll just...go borrow that knife to get a less unwieldy piece of fabric.]

Thanks.

[backuphero]

You're welcome.

[And he pauses, long enough to rinse the soap out of his hair.]

Think you might be right... she's less "devil", more "banshee".

[theserpentsmiles]

[A small laugh!] That's more accurate. I wonder what she sounds like whispering?

[backuphero]

[He snorts, then laughs himself imagining that.]

Minnie Mouse, but only after twenty years of whiskey and cigarettes....

[theserpentsmiles]

[A little harmless mockery is fine, right?] How many libraries do you think she's been kicked out of?

[backuphero]

Given how she talks? I don't know there's ever been one as let her stay.

[theserpentsmiles]

Then maybe we should question how many she's entered in the first place.

[backuphero]

Maybe she's blacklisted. Maybe it only took one or two, and then word went out among librarians....

[theserpentsmiles]

Do you think that's why she's in space? Because she got banned from every library on Earth?

[backuphero]

[He can't help but snicker at that.]

She was launched into space by the combined fury of thousands of librarians!

[theserpentsmiles]

She must have gotten all the books in the library here off of the black market.

[Getting outlandish? Maybe, but... Playing is important, too.]

[backuphero]

[It absolutely is. Especially when you're one of the kids stuck here. Why are there kids stuck here?]

Probably had to barter six stockings and a gallon of gas for every last one of 'em. We should have more respect for somebody so dedicated.

[...except, y'know, for how he's snickering about that.]

bathrooms

[losergod]

[ They had the same idea, it would seem, and the shades of red C subsequently turns are quite amazing to watch. Coming in here hoping to wash and seeing another man naked was NOT on his to-do list, and he yelps and covers his face with his own bedsheet.

Good job, you flustered God. Badly. ]

[backuphero]

[If he just stands here holding his boxers under the hand dryer like nothing is out of the ordinary, maybe -

Okay, no, there is no pretending this is anything everyday. He sighs, and turns so his hips are facing away from C. and the door.]

Look, it was this or end up having to do something for the crazy lady upstairs. And it's not like you probably wouldn't've seen me naked by accident eventually, we're sharing a bedroom, y'know?

[losergod]

[ Nothing about this is okay. ]

... N-none of this would be happening if that infernal woman would g-give us a shower...

[ Oh god he's SO RED. ]

[backuphero]

Maybe we should stage a coup. Storm the "fortress" and occupy it.

[Is he serious? Is he kidding? Even he doesn't really know.]

[losergod]

If you intend to storm said fortress naked, I'm going to kill you myself.

[ NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. ]

[backuphero]

[Okay, there are some things that are just inherently funny, and that sentence? As far as Jonathan's concerned, that is one of them, death threat or no death threat.

He tries not to laugh, really he does, but it's just too much. For a few moments his shoulders are shaking, and then he just gives up and loses any pretense of composure, almost cackling.

People outside the bathroom might be concerned, honestly.]

Just... just the way you said that... and the mental image, like trying to ruin a football game!

[losergod]

[ A long-suffering sigh. ]

Glad you're so amused, Mister Morris.

[ Let's be honest. He's probably not serious; C doesn't have a murderous bone in his body. Not really. He's too passive for that. ]

[backuphero]

You're... thanks, I think?

[C is an all-right guy, really. A little uptight, a little serious, but... in Jonathan's book, being able to take this with just a sigh as the response is a good thing.]

[losergod]

... When are you going to put on some clothes?

[ Seriously. ]

[backuphero]

I'm not putting these on until they're dry.

[He shakes the boxers for emphasis. Just a minute or so more, and that's being overly generous...]