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

[stealsyourduelist]

[Oh, so he did read them. This is at least more relieving than hearing him be flippant about the murder aspects in general.]

Nothing's been replaced. As far as I can tell, once it's off, this is the end of it.

[He gestures with the hand in his hand. Rosenkreuz is not keen to test what would happen if one of his original limbs got lopped off lizard-fashion, considering how long this one lasted. Let's get back to the question of why he hasn't bothered to conceal this limb in cloth or something.]

It should be a fairly short walk to the pyre, so I preferred to spare my bed-sheets. My bunkmate has a bit of a cleaning obsession, you see.

[losergod]

There's nothing wrong with cleanliness.

[ Said plainly. He chuckles, though. It comes out sounding a bit airy and a little... well, creepy. ]

Kind of a shame they just decompose so fast. You could really lend everyone a hand if they needed it, otherwise.

[stealsyourduelist]

Indeed not. And you hardly seem inconvenienced yourself from your jests...

[Which he doesn't mind. YET.]

But the way things are, there's little need to preserve it, so burn it I shall.

[He's gonna keep heading toward the furnace if you want to watch an arm burn]