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

[illusionarymelody]

I picked the first song especially for you since I thought you'd like to hear one of Leon's favorites. I mean, Loewe, sorry. I always called him Leon and he never cared what short forms of his name people used.

[beguiledcard]

I appreciate getting to hear it, yeah. [ a beat ] Leon... [ tilting his head to the side a bit ] As in, short for Leonhardt?

[ There's a thoughtful hum. ]

Heh... He never struck me as the "nickname" kind of guy. [ hmmmm ] But, then, I did only know him for a short while.

[illusionarymelody]

He wasn't one. It was more he didn't care what anyone called him. Truly, I'd say I barely even knew him because he was always so distant.