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

[backuphero]

[If he just stands here holding his boxers under the hand dryer like nothing is out of the ordinary, maybe -

Okay, no, there is no pretending this is anything everyday. He sighs, and turns so his hips are facing away from C. and the door.]

Look, it was this or end up having to do something for the crazy lady upstairs. And it's not like you probably wouldn't've seen me naked by accident eventually, we're sharing a bedroom, y'know?

[losergod]

[ Nothing about this is okay. ]

... N-none of this would be happening if that infernal woman would g-give us a shower...

[ Oh god he's SO RED. ]

[backuphero]

Maybe we should stage a coup. Storm the "fortress" and occupy it.

[Is he serious? Is he kidding? Even he doesn't really know.]

[losergod]

If you intend to storm said fortress naked, I'm going to kill you myself.

[ NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. ]

[backuphero]

[Okay, there are some things that are just inherently funny, and that sentence? As far as Jonathan's concerned, that is one of them, death threat or no death threat.

He tries not to laugh, really he does, but it's just too much. For a few moments his shoulders are shaking, and then he just gives up and loses any pretense of composure, almost cackling.

People outside the bathroom might be concerned, honestly.]

Just... just the way you said that... and the mental image, like trying to ruin a football game!

[losergod]

[ A long-suffering sigh. ]

Glad you're so amused, Mister Morris.

[ Let's be honest. He's probably not serious; C doesn't have a murderous bone in his body. Not really. He's too passive for that. ]

[backuphero]

You're... thanks, I think?

[C is an all-right guy, really. A little uptight, a little serious, but... in Jonathan's book, being able to take this with just a sigh as the response is a good thing.]

[losergod]

... When are you going to put on some clothes?

[ Seriously. ]

[backuphero]

I'm not putting these on until they're dry.

[He shakes the boxers for emphasis. Just a minute or so more, and that's being overly generous...]