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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A MEETING

[beguiledcard]

[ MORNING FOLKS...

... sorta. This is more like a just-barely-after-noon, but the time isn't really important here. What's important is there's now a note on every bedroom door to worry about. Each note is... colorful? There's glittery pink and bright red (thanks to C and Akira's bad life decisions lbr tastes in color) writing all over it:

GROUP MEETING IN THE MESS HALL AT 1400/2PM.

Last, but far from least, there are sketches at the bottom of each note that's of each person residing in each room:

Naoya is entirely in pink ink; it has him standing around a corner watching someone who's crying in front of the computer while what's labeled as "shittyflute" is being blasted at them.

Hitsugaya is just a sword like 10x his size, with him sizing it up. For Yurick, it's of him in red ink and glaring hard at what appears to be a bag of Quality Coffee Beans just outside a window?

Barbara is in pink, and it's her and a burning pile of bread with a sad smiley face on it. In red ink, there's an Akita Inu with a paw against her leg, looking Concerned(tm). And for Richard, he is in pink and looks incredibly dashing.

For Rosenkreuz, it's of him holding a pile of his own arms in sparkling pink ink. There's an image of Akira asking, "Can I get a hand?" in red ink. To which Rosenkreuz is responding, "Sure." Meanwhile, for Angela, it's also in pink ink, and has her handing out coffee and looking very cutesy. There's a cat emoji in red ink, and a text bubble that says "I miss real coffee a whole latte!" Lastly, The Baku's is entirely in red ink; it's a picture of him lying on the floor, with an X in place of each eye. There's what appears to be his spirit leaving his body. There's someone sliding a plate of what appears to be sandwiches(???) over to him...

Jonathan's is in pink and surrounded by music notes, looking very pleased with himself. There's a huge group of indistinguishable folks looking pissed off at him, with some screaming, "TURN THAT SHIT OFF!"

Nagisa is entirely in red and smiling in a way that looks super innocent, but also there's a dagger in his hand as he looks at a yellow octopus(???)-looking guy. The hell's that about. Anyway, Mollymauk is in red and looking very amused as some vaguely-drawn person desperately covers their ears while the Commander "talks" to them.

Passepartout is in pink ink and has him folding laundry Like A Pro. It has "Like a boss!" next to it, in red. Also in red, is an image of Vita who appears to be Judging The Camera; she looks Very Serious Business, but... that's about all there is to it. Sorry, Akira doesn't know her that well yet!!





In any case, Akira and C are already in the Mess Hall, waiting. Akira will be leaning against one wall of the Mess Hall, scribbling on some paper. ]

[losergod]

[ Once everyone is settled in, C is here, albeit he looks... a bit shy. Too many people. ]

... We should probably discuss what to do about what was listed in those rules, and the commander, I think. It's a significant problem that, if she is telling the truth, the only way we can get out is apparently murder.

[earietale]

I...think it's safe to say that she was being honest. That room full of weapons is just worrying otherwise.

[She doesn't like it, but she can't deny what's right in front of her.]

[beguiledcard]

[ Akira looks very uncomfortable. ]

Yeah... [ a deep breath ] There was no motive yesterday, so I'm not sure what to think, just yet.

[crouching_sin]

'What to do'? We know what she wants from us. Whether she'll give us what we're seeking remains to be seen.

So unless you have a plan for attacking her...

[fashionfever]

No! You can't let her mess with your head like that! Killing someone isn't what helps you get out. That's just what she wants you to think. The murder supposedly makes her decide to let you get out on the next transit thingy. All we have to do is figure out a way to sneak onto that!

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita will arrive a few minutes late. After all, what performer is ever on time? She'll grab some blue fruity soda and sip at it. That and she'll have some grapes.]

Any particular reason for this?

[losergod]

[ C offers her a smile. ]

We... thought that it might be better to be more organized together so that we could see if anyone had found any steps toward getting all of us out collectively, yet. And if we had not, perhaps put our heads together to see what we could do.

[beguiledcard]

[ It's not until everyone has had a moment to talk a little before Akira finally moves closer and addresses everyone at once: ]

A few of you already know this isn't my first time in a place remotely similar to this.

[ He still looks uncomfortable - tense, his jawline tightened whenever he's not speaking... ]

The last place I was in, they gave rules similar to this one, and we all had titles. Even though this is similar, though, it doesn't feel the same as the game I was in before. The last place was so that we could... save the multiverse?

[ Just... scrubbing a hand through his hair. ]

Anyway, Tuesday was the day they'd give us a motive, but we didn't even have that this time. I'm not sure if she's waiting to see if someone will crack early on, or what. But...

[ And now he's shifting in his stance, looking particularly frustrated. But, he pushes it all aside, saying the next part with more... desperation, than conviction. ]

The fewer people who die, the bigger our group remains. And the bigger our group remains, the more of a chance we stand at fighting this thing... right?

[illusionarymelody]

So that's why you asked me if this was my first time. Did you also gain some power you didn't have before?

[losergod]

... I agree. We all have powers now, or our powers have been shifted, in some of our cases, like my own. It would be wise to work together, rather then trying to hurt one another.

[ He pauses. ]

What more can you tell us about the last time you went through this? You mentioned incentives; what were those like?

[earietale]

So, what you're saying is...we just need to try not to die, and not get tempted by any of these motives? That...doesn't sound too hard.

[What's the worst that lady could do? Yell at them more?]

[fashionfever]

Okay, they might give out motives but... that doesn't mean people take them, does it?

[stealsyourduelist]

[Rosenkreuz doesn't trust anyone here as far as he can throw them, but pretty talk has its merits, so he listens to the speech thoughtfully. He can at least humor it.]

What, then, do you propose? Shall the stronger of us guard the weaker?

[He sounds incredibly ambivalent on his own suggestion there, like it was just an example that he realizes could go pretty wrong.]

Either way, if we are to cooperate, we will need to know what we are working with. Perhaps formal introductions should be in order, ones that preferably leave nothing out.

[Which he doesn't necessarily believe will happen but hey, his roomie was pretty up front about being a monster, so why not ask.]

[backuphero]

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Yeah, desperation is the order of the day. The special, served with a side of anger-blatantly-born-out-of-fear, and garnished with fists clenched so tight they're shaking.]

I trained - I was taught to fight monsters. Monsters, not people! I couldn't even kill a damn vampire when I had the chance, she looked human, and something... I just... I froze -

[It isn't that he's deliberately cutting himself off there, his voice just gave out, having sounded more and more strangled as he spoke.]

[vividsins]

[ Baku is just going to show up with a dangerously pleasant smile. And then he's going to walk up to Akira and C.

And throw the shredded pieces of his invitation into both their faces with the same look, before sitting down with an actually pleased expression. ]

[losergod]

[ Wow! Rude! ]

It's rude to throw someone's hospitality back in their face, you know.

[beguiledcard]

[ A couple of blinks are given...

... and then his lips twitch as he just. Takes a casual sip of that terrible coffee. ]

Hey, I thought it was a pretty accurate representation.

[ AKIRA PLZ. ]

[toushiro]

[ oh my god. ]

The least you could've done was get the proportions right!

[ they aren't that far off tbh ]

[losergod]

The proportions seem more than accurate to me. You like large swords, don't you, Mister Toushiro?

[beguiledcard]

I'm failing to see where the problem is. It makes you look... strong?

[fashionfever]

[Since it's in the mess hall Angela is once again trying to make everyone mediocre coffee.]

This and bedsheet couture is pretty much all I've got to offer, haha... Any other ideas?

[beguiledcard]

[ She gets a smile over the coffee! In fact, he's going to begin trying to help her. Though, he blinks at her words. ]

Bedsheet couture?

[stealsyourduelist]

While we're sharing information, I should mention that the library has a number of books that have been, shall we say, altered with points of interest or strange additions. The books themselves spoke of deserts of ice, flight through the heavens in 'star ships,' and sentient mice, among other things. As for the additions...

[Well he'll show them what was done to Star Wars, since it's pretty in-depth, but he'll also explain more things because this is an ongoing thread and he'll mention whatever was there unless otherwise stated]

It was rather like that.

[vividsins]

While we're talking about all of this, and this is slightly related to powers... I would like to introduce myself. I am the Baku, a demon that devours nightmares. No, you may not have my name. Even if I remembered it, I would not give it over willingly. But I also cannot form contracts with anyone here. I find myself unable to eat nightmares. So they effectively turned me into a human. I find that level of power those in charge have quite disturbing. Largely I should be unable to gain any degree of sustenance from human food. So that's something to keep in mind.