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

[fashionfever]

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OK, but at some point aren't you going to run out of sharks?

[vividsins]

Depends on how long it lasts. Sir Akira only mentioned a few motives. So, logically, we might run out of sharks before the fish become a choice target.

[fashionfever]

He also didn't make Torri sound like a shark.

[beguiledcard]

Torri definitely wasn't.

[ His brow tenses quite a bit, jawline tightening for a moment. ]

None of the victims were like sharks.

[fashionfever]

I'm not a marine biologist, but [making chomping motions with her hands] you ever hear about how whales just float along then open their mouths a little and close 'em again? Has that ever happened to a shark? I don't think we feel super reassured right now.