15strangers | WEEK 1

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*week 1

WEEK 1

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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[Well, the headache is gone, at least. That frees him up to go bother people at will for most of the day... and it's a small whatever-this-place-is, so he'll be just about anywhere one could think of, minus the Commander's room, if anyone particularly wants to pull him into a conversation.

But that headache or some relative is probably going to make a return appearance late in the day, in the library. Anyone watching Jonathan will probably assume he's gone even crazier than he was acting yesterday, as every so often during his haphazard search through the shelves he turns to one side as though he's expecting someone to be there. He is, in fact, expecting someone to be there; it's a well-established habit. The way he wilts a little bit more each time there's not a person standing where he looks speaks to it being a little bit more than just taking someone's presence for granted... and the apology to anyone he actually does suddenly turn to is quiet, and comes with an absolutely crestfallen expression.]

[He was just investigating the books, sir, don't point that pout at him.]

Honestly. Is my appearance that distressing to you?

What? I... no, it's just... my whole life, pretty much, if I'm looking through books in a library there's been somebody with me, and... she's not here. I'm sorry, it's not your fault... it's not just that that's got me jumpy, though.

[He shakes his head, and pulls what looks like some kind of middle-school history textbook off the shelf, opening it to the page with copyright and publication information. He doesn't recognize the publishing company, of course, but that's to be expected since - ]

I mean, this thing's from 1994. Fifty years in the future from me. I'm kind of afraid to actually look at it, you know?

Truly, it can be disorienting to find oneself alone. But do you mean to say it's the year of our lord, 1994?

[Rosenkreuz stares because wow. He's from 1485.]

That's closer to 500 years in the future for me.

[However, he's calm by comparison. It's not his first run-in with temporal shenanigans. His eyes have lit up a bit, since this makes a lot of things make more sense.]

Well, how interesting. A companion of mine had come to my side from this era, but to think fate would send me to the other side of the stream of time!!

[So, uh, if you don't want to check it then he'd probably be game.]

Well, at least I'm not the only one come loose in time, I guess. It was nineteen-forty-four before I woke up here, this book's from both our futures, then.

[He offers Rozenkreuz the book, handling it like it might bite.]

It sounds like you've had to deal with this before, so, uh... mind doing the honors?

Very well.

[He takes it... the book is strange to him as well, the pages a smoother paper than he's ever seen before. Cracking it open, even the words are.]

Such uniform lettering. [Guess this means the printing press took off!! Haha nice. Just gonna trace down that table of contents here.] ...Was there a particular topic you wanted to know about?

The second World War, who came out on top of that.

[He looks more nauseous than grave. It'd just be his luck to have gotten knocked out and kidnapped and somehow then Nazi Vampires happened....]

[Well 'World War 2' is definitely listed among the historical events...]

Then you're in luck, as this tome does have it. But is this truly how you wish to know what will transpire?

The only way back we've been told about is one I ain't willing to take, and... just in case that really is the only way, I need to know. I mean, you don't have to read the whole section or whatever, just... are we going to win? Hitler'n'Hirohito and all of 'em, they're not going to win over the Allies, right?

[If he seems unnecessarily tense, well... it'll take asking to find out, but it's been a very real and very frustrating fear for him for the past few years that they might. He couldn't enlist because he was too young when the war started....]

Yes, I understand... very well, wait a moment.

[Well, if this is the difference in his nerves between killing his way out or not, might as well read it. It's far enough in the future for him that it doesn't matter, so he'll skim.

His face hardens in the middle, as one might expect. But in the end, he finds it after identifying several keywords to look for.]

According to this, the Reichstag is captured on April 30th, 1945, which marks the defeat of Nazi Germany. This Hitler you mentioned will also take his own life shortly after. The country of Japan... [Which he does not recognize, but it sounds kind of like the country he knows as Cipangu] ...surrenders after a weapon called the 'atomic bomb' is unleashed on two of their cities...

[But nothing about vampires.]

Shall I go on?

[He doesn't realize he had started holding his breath until it all rushes out in a relieved sigh.]

So next April, huh... no, no, you're fine to stop there. Thanks - and I mean it. Pretty silly of me, being all chicken, but... well, now I know. Even if I can't go home, the world's still going to be there.

[Vampire problem aside, anyway. But - he knows a girl who can take care of that even without him.]

[Well, that was easy. He'll just put the book back, nodding at the thanks.]

I doubt we'll truly be here for the rest of our lives, but we must still do what we can to hold up in attrition. Even if it is but mental preparations.

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[It sure didn't seem like anyone was even nearby, but Nagisa sure is just like. Right there when Jonathan turns. Don't worry about it, he does that.]

Are you alright?

[He doesn't jump, he flinches. Jesus, a kid?]

You want the honest answer? I don't think anybody stuck here can say "yes" to that.

[...That's a fair point.]

I'm holding up alright, but... You keep looking around.

Whoa, hey, wait - I didn't mean it like that. Wouldn't mind the company, really... I don't even know what I'm looking for.

[And, well, if there is somebody there, maybe he'll stop expecting that girl to be with him. It really feels wrong, thinking "that girl", but....]

That's....odd. [Noted and filed. It's done so often and casually that if he had to guess he'd think it was habitual? Hm. He'll need to think more about this...] You are right, though. No one could be expected to be okay, in a situation like this.

[Yet for all the world, Nagisa seems to be.]

Best we can hope for is to stay calm, right?

[Not that he's doing too great at that himself, if even a kid is noticing he's not all put together. A kid who seems to be doing way better at it, which is... a little concerning, but not as much as it probably should be.]

Something like that. [Have a smile that might mean he has other ideas. He's not a mischievous type, but that doesn't mean he doesn't cook up a scheme or two.]

[He's never been the one making a scheming face himself, but Jonathan's been around - damn it, why can't he remember her name?! - someone who was always the one planning things for most of his life. He knows that kind of smile. He smiles back, eyes narrowing.]

"Something like", huh? What's the something?

[Nagisa isn't often the schemer....but when he goes for the kill, he goes for the kill.]

A coup d'etat. [Beat.] ...Well, not really...

Well, better that than a prison riot.

[He can only keep a straight face for so long, and "so long" right now seems to be about a second and a half....]

A riot gets shut down. A coup keeps burning until it succeeds.

[Rebellion is important, as Jonathan learns in a later thread!]

[ Molly is in the kitchen, where he messes with the space food with a mix of confusion and disappointment apparent on his face. Or at least, that's what it looks like, his eyes are kinda blanked out due to the whole tiefling thing. ]

If they're going to disappoint us with the prison food, for gods' sake, they really half-assed it.

[ Yes.

He's literally disappointed that he's not disappointed enough. ]

The food, or the disappointing?

[He's honestly not sure which Molly means, there, but he can't really argue either way.]

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