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

[mementodagger]

[Yurick still thinks they were put in the same room as a sort of joke by the Commander, due to their small stature and pale hair, not to mention their mutual tendency toward frosty introversion. They'll probably get along as long as neither of them irritates the other.]

The note you posted... I take it you're at least passingly familiar with these "computer" things, then? I admit I'm completely at a loss when it comes to many things here, and I'm about tired of being mocked or pitied by some of the others for it.

[toushiro]

[ HONESTLY...that wouldn't surprise him, if it were some kind of joke. but it's fine, yurick is tolerable, and that's the most that hitsugaya could ask for. ]

I am. [ he nods. ] It's what comes with being...around for over a century, I suppose.

[ "around." ]

Essentially, what I was trying to say is that there were several calendars on the computers that gave different dates. I was trying to figure out what day it was exactly, but it doesn't seem like the computers are a reliable source of information for that.

[mementodagger]

[Yurick blinks at the thought of this small young-looking man being over a hundred years old, but he makes no mention of it. It doesn't have any relevance to their situation.]

Did any of the dates seem significant to you otherwise? Perhaps dates of significant events from your past? They have other information about us in the computers, after all.

[toushiro]

Hm. Not in particular.

If that were true, then there would be a total of fifteen calendars. One for each of us. But it seems like there were only nine, at least out of what's immediately available.

[mementodagger]

Another mystery of this awful place, though with the Commander's apparent sense of humor it could be simply to mislead us. She seems fond of frustrating as many of us as she can.

[A sigh.]

Do you have gaps in your memory as well?

[toushiro]

Agreed. She's quite the character.

[ there's a tinge of resentment in the way he says it. ]

Gaps in my memory? ...There are a few things that seemed out of place, but nothing overtly suspicious. Why?

[mementodagger]

Others have complained of missing memories. I can't recall the name or face of my closest friend, and even their voice is distorted in my memory. It's frustrating to be robbed of one of the few things I value.

[It's not much information, and saying that much could gain knowledge he lacks now. It's a fair trade to violate some small measure of his usual discretion.]