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15strangers2018-07-15 08:49 pm
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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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[It is perfectly normal to talk casually about your jailer whilst standing bent over a sink lathering soap in your hair, wearing boxers which have obviously been put through the laundry with something bright red more than once. Perfectly. Normal.
If he pretends it's not weird, it won't be weird, right?]
Dunno if you've got that cut up already, but if not, my knife's on the suit.
[It's crumpled against the wall, looking rather like some alien's shed skin, but the knife in its sheath sits on top.]
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[You know what. This isn't at all weird if we just don't acknowledge that there's anything remotely weird and just carry on as normal. Nagisa's pretty good at that. So instead he'll just...go borrow that knife to get a less unwieldy piece of fabric.]
Thanks.
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[And he pauses, long enough to rinse the soap out of his hair.]
Think you might be right... she's less "devil", more "banshee".
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Minnie Mouse, but only after twenty years of whiskey and cigarettes....
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She was launched into space by the combined fury of thousands of librarians!
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[Getting outlandish? Maybe, but... Playing is important, too.]
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Probably had to barter six stockings and a gallon of gas for every last one of 'em. We should have more respect for somebody so dedicated.
[...except, y'know, for how he's snickering about that.]
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[Is his horror sincere? Perhaps surprisingly: yes.
Look, he got mind-controlled by an evil ancient Egyptian maybe-goddess inside an oil painting not too long ago, his ideas of "what's possible" and "what's impossible" are a little bit broader than they should be.]
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[Of course he knows better. But things feel just a bit closer to normal when ordinary conversation goes somewhere weird.]
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[Why yes, this is his best "telling scary stories at a campout" voice. However could you tell?]
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