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

[tiefleaf]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, from the Fletching and Moondrop Carnival of Curiosities.

Though, we kiiiiiiiiiiind of fell on hard times. [ that may or may not have had anything to do with a frog fiend thing ] Most of us went our separate ways, y'know, doing odd jobs, some of us formed our own acts.

[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz is sighing quietly to himself because now even the purple guy is apparently talking about concepts that have sprung up in the future.]

Forgive me for not knowing what 'Carnival' means in this case... Where I am from it simply refers to a celebration period between Lent and Christmas.

[Though there's a Mardi Gras-ish thing that happens in Venice, but still not quite the same thing, or if it was he'd expect the guy to have a mask]

What do you actually do then?