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]

Oh! It's a shame this place isn't exactly elegant enough for such a thing, I'd like to hear you sing sometime if you'd be willing.

[He actually sounds quietly enthusiastic. Music is one of the few things he enjoys, and singing? It reminds him of his mother.]

[illusionarymelody]

Even if it's not suited for opera, I could always sing some popular songs in Erebonia that are better suited for a single voice. I'd just have to find a location where I'd not interfere with people just going about their business.

[mementodagger]

It might put people in a better mindset.

[Yurick idly rotates his glass of tea on the tabletop, concentrating on that instead of her. Her appearance and gentle demeanor is starting to remind him of Calista, and for some reason that brings a painful tightness to his chest.]

Perhaps even me.

[illusionarymelody]

True, being trapped somewhere against our wills is going to be upsetting and continued imprisonment will only make it worse.

[mementodagger]

I wonder how long it will take before someone snaps. Even if not to the point of murder, then certainly some sort of madness. I can defend myself, but I think a few others aren't combatants.

[illusionarymelody]

I definitely am one of those who has no way to defend myself. Another here told me to scream and run if someone tries to hurt me and that's the best I can do. But what if an attacker is faster than me? Or prevents me from screaming for help?

[mementodagger]

My comrades and I always worked in pairs or groups. But that requires trust, something in short supply here. If your chosen partner decides to betray you, there'd be little you could do to stop them.

[Yurick shakes his head.]

I know it sounds fatalistic, but it's the truth.

[illusionarymelody]

No, I can understand what you mean. You'd have to put your lives in each other's hands. That would be hard here. I wonder if anyone even does have anyone they can trust that much?

[mementodagger]

Considering that none of us seem to know each other? I doubt it. Maybe some of us have trusted comrades back home, but not here. And if they want us to kill each other, that's exactly how to get things started.

[illusionarymelody]

I envy those of you who at least can defend yourselves though. I hope no one sees me as an easy target.

(HA HA THIS BACKTAG)

[mementodagger]

... I'm sure some are better at self-defense than others, and there are those with a size advantage at the very least.

[He's only five and a half feet tall, Vita. And maybe 135 pounds soaking wet. Some of the girls here might be bigger than him.]

[illusionarymelody]

[Not this girl! She's about the same height but he's got about 20 pounds on her. Angela is shorter than Vita by a good amount too.]

Many with the advantage over me. Why looking at you, all you'd need to do is sit on me and I'm not going anywhere any time soon.

[She says this with a bit of a giggle. She's obviously teasing a bit.]