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]

"Not starving" isn't... look, just trust me on this. You do feel better when you have better food, right?

[mementodagger]

....

[Yurick shrugs lightly.]

It doesn't happen enough for me to let myself get all excited about it.

[backuphero]

[This is the face of a man who has never had to face that reality himself, but who grew up knowing far too well that there were many people who did: shocked and guilty.

He recovers quickly, but still looks a little bit too serious, and stands up.]

All right then, come on. Let me make it happen!

[...and yes, that was delivered in complete earnest, with a straight face.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick blinks owlishly, flustered by this sudden show of enthusiasm.]

Wh-- what are you talking about? Frozen... whatever... isn't enough to excite me. Food is for survival, that's all.

[backuphero]

Okay, that's true, but sometimes it can be for building bonds between people, or just... taking your mind off of a bad time.

[he just wants to see how someone who doesn't know what ice cream is reacts to it, now. but oh god, that matter-of-fact attitude makes him feel super-guilty.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick huffs softly, the flustered moment passing as quickly as it came.]

That's why some people drink, often to excess. And I was never one to socialize in the taverns.

[backuphero]

Some people go for comfort food instead of boozing it up. And this isn't exactly a tavern.

[He can't help but laugh a little bit with that last word.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick squints at Jonathan, like he's trying to figure out if the blond is mocking him.]

And just what's so amusing?

[backuphero]

[He shakes his head, smiling ruefully.]

I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just... a word like that, a place like this, those don't exactly match up?

[mementodagger]

I'm well aware of that. I don't see anything here that's familiar. No stone walls, no torches, no thatched roofs. Strange things you people call "cameras" and "computers." It leaves me ill at ease, and I can't be faulted for not having the words for most of it.

[backuphero]

Yeah, you definitely can't be. But if it helps any, the... self-moving cameras? We don't have those where I'm from. Most of this stuff is... it's right out of adventure stories set in futures that might as well be different worlds.

But come on, I want to show you a part of the future that isn't bad!

[mementodagger]

[Yurick sighs and gets to his feet, pushing away his half-eaten "food."]

Fine, but only to stop you from bothering me about it.

[backuphero]

All right, then!

[So with permission, we can assume Jonathan shepherded Yurick back to the kitchen proper, and grabbed a couple of bowls, and spoons, and served up some of that strawberry ice cream.]

So... dig in. Trust me, you're going to like this.

[He gives the overwhelming impression that were he a dog, his tail would be wagging enough to knock something over.

[mementodagger]

[Yurick pokes at the pink stuff with his spoon first before taking a tiny bit. He can't help staring at it as he brings it to his mouth, lips pinched together briefly before he finally opens up and crams the spoon in.

His eye widens comically after a few seconds and he sits there, frozen.]

[backuphero]

[It's like watching a little kid try the stuff for the first time. He looks completely overwhelmed, and Jonathan manages not to laugh at him only with a great effort.]

Well? What'd I tell you?

[mementodagger]

[Yurick doesn't say anything, only pulls the spoon from his mouth and digs up a much bigger mouthful this time. In it goes, and for a moment he looks like he might melt in bliss.

Of course, what happens when you hold something cold against the roof of your mouth for too long?

He quickly swallows, only to drop the spoon into his bowl and press both hands to the sides of his head, wincing.]

Ahhh, m-- my head!

[backuphero]

Aw, crap, I'm sorry! That happens when you eat frozen food too fast, I thought maybe you'd at least had some before... it'll pass, I promise. Sucks, but it'll be over in a little bit.

[HE RUINED ICE CREAM FOR SOMEBODY BY BEING A STUPID, THIS IS AWFUL]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick is left to groan through the throbbing headache for a minute or two, though it feels far longer. Finally his tongue warms the roof of his mouth enough to settle his head and he slumps over his bowl.]

It's evil. Like Lowell cast ice magic into my mouth. Stars, you must be crazy to eat that!

[backuphero]

Well, I mean, it's not always evil. You just have to pace yourself... I really should've warned you.