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]

[Guess who’s here but standing away from the others, just silently watching? At the mention of family, he snorts quietly and the arms folded across his chest tense. He won’t make eye contact with anyone.]

[stealsyourduelist]

[Squinting at that, did you just laugh. What is with everyone here, seriously. It's a huge culture shock coming from Coat Of Arms Land.]

Is this truly such a ridiculous concept for you lot?

[mementodagger]

[Yurick's attention turns to Rosenkreuz, that pale blue-gray eye as cold and emotionless as ice.]

Family... you talk as if all of us have such things to speak of. Did it ever occur to you that some might not, or that the circumstances around that absence could be personal?

[stealsyourduelist]

[He gets a flat look in response.]

Don't be a fool. I have no presumptions... my own family was murdered when I was but a lad. If you have none then that is all you need say.

[mementodagger]

And that's more than some might wish to say at all. But yes, I have no family. And my trade is my own business.

[stealsyourduelist]

Hm, so be it then.

[He'll just wave dismissively then and move on, he's wasting his breath on this guy.]