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]

[Nope, still not engaging with the stuff that's weird even by his standards. Childhood friendship, though, that's normal, even kind of sweet.]

So she cares about you, too, then, if she's kept ahold of a memento like that for a long time.

[Damn it, none of this is fair!]

I hope you get to see her again. I know that sounds weird, just... maybe she's not your girl, but she's someone to go home to, isn't she?

[losergod]

... I'm not quite sure she may WANT to see me again.

[ He looks down at the picture. ]

The last thing I asked Miss Wiltshire to do with me was... well, she seemed to be having a difficult time grappling with the decision, I think.

[backuphero]

[There are a lot of ways to interpret that statement, and it seems Jonathan's eyebrows raise higher for every one that occurs to him.]

If you've known each other for long enough, you should be able to talk it over. You don't seem like the kind of guy who'd... force anything on anybody. I mean, we haven't known each other long, but so far....

[losergod]

... Talking it over isn't something we'd have time for, I'm afraid. Our options were rather limited. With the Trial coming, it seemed most pertinent to simply ask her to ascend with me.

[ This can't be misinterpreted at all, right. What he means is that he asked her to, uh. Die with him. Which is. Not great, either. But. ]

Imagine your body becoming nothing but an empty suit of flesh driven by a Puppeteer until they get bored of you and eventually dump your worthless meat suit into a pit, disposed of. That is what happens to the Defective that do not get voted for in the Trial. We were attempting to escape it.

CW - link to a body-horror boss monster made of dead bodies in this comment

[backuphero]

...oh.

Well.

Uh.

Holy crap, that's... that's obscene, not just horrific, I'm....

[Very apparently too nauseous for words to happen, all of a sudden. All he can think of with that description is Legion. He didn't want to think about Legion ever again. Ever. Why. Why.]

[losergod]

It's not exactly a kind fate. I did not mind either way for myself. If my soul was torn from my body, I would simply return to my Heavenly Domain. But Miss Wiltshire...

[ Well. The problem is obvious there. ]

I was... too afraid to do it by myself. I needed her by my side. If we both did it together... the likelihood of everything turning out fine, and neither of us having to be afraid was much better.

... As much as I do not wish to, this body still feels human emotions.

[backuphero]

Unfortunately, that seems to come as a package with having a body. Even ghosts aren't immune to 'em.

[He still looks a bit queasy, and that's why he's overlooked the apparent talk of a suicide pact. That, on top of remembering Legion oh God ew ew ew why... it's a little bit too much.]