WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[A week has passed. There's been no body, no investigation, no trial. No deaths. Congratulations!

Now the question is, will it last? At the moment, the Commander seems content with forcing people to do petty and mean-spirited errands in return for a mere shower. On the one hand, it's just for showers. On the other hand, what if the demands start to get more extreme? Would caving in encourage her? Is anyone willing to try and find out?

Honesty, with all the strange dates and information floating around from what's been uncovered, the only one in this place who's probably not worried as the time slips into its next movement is Sir Riprazor McRockfang. That's right, he's a sir. A grumpy sir, yes, but still a sir. No one's going to mess with him, regardless of what his true origins may be. And if they do, beware - he bites. Omnom. Good luck, everyone.


There are fifteen strangers - and one alligator - in this place.]

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THURSDAY

[strangerpeople]

[mementodagger]

[The week is ticking by quickly and no one has made a move yet. Judging by the reactions of some people, the Commander's potential pool of killers isn't what she thinks it is. Either this is the wrong motivation, people don't believe it's possible, or... Yurick's too tired to think of more possibilities.

He's been spending his days reading in the library, occasionally mixing things up by tinkering with the computers or the kitchen, tired of feeling ignorant in the face of this "technology" thing. There's even been a couple of days where he's avoided everyone, even if it means tucking himself into the most obscure and tiny corners. It's not like he needs friends here.

Later today, though, he ends up in the theater, trying to figure out how the video machine works. He won't admit it out loud, but he's curious about these moving images. Who knows, there could be clues hidden in them?]

[crouching_sin]

[Someone else is in the computer room, because of course he is. He always is. He looks up at Yurick... he hasn't said anything for a bit, but...]

What are you working on?

[mementodagger]

I'm not working on anything, really. I'm trying to learn these blasted things. We've nothing like this where I'm from.

[Considering he's back in his normal clothes (thank you, Akira), he's wearing leather and even some armored pieces. Which... probably shows he's from a more medieval/fantasy setting rather than anything approaching modern.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[Nagisa's been making a project of making the kitchen here more accessible, considering the bulk of their food is...not the standard, for most people. Yesterday's cook-off gave him some new thoughts, especially after dealing with Molly's total lack of knowledge. Today's project: writing up a glossary of cooking terms people who don't know how to use ovens might need defined simply. Thanks, Molly.]

Hey. [Generic greeting, mostly.]

THE SHITTYFLUTENING

[crouching_sin]

[Thursday night, there is... a sound.]

[A sound possibly straight from hell, depending on your musical preferences - because in the evening, a 'song' starts playing on the computers.]

[Nearly every computer, including some in the rooms, is blasting that at full volume. The entire song. There is no discernible way to turn it off, nor is it very clear what caused it. But the entire song will play, all six minutes of it.]

[Enjoy, Strangers.]

Re: THE SHITTYFLUTENING

[commandurr]

[The amount of WAAAAAAAUGH coming from Marie cannot be overstated.

Just.

All the WAAAAAAAUGH.]

[mementodagger]

[This? This is one angry mage. This is one angry mage trying to plug his ears with his fingers while looking for something better to stick in those poor abused aural receptors.]

If this is the Commander's idea of a joke, I'm not laughing!

[stealsyourduelist]

Enough!

[He just. Thrusts his sword through the screen of the computer in their bedroom.....

Look, no one was using this thing anyway.]

FLUTEPOCALYPSE NOW???

[backuphero]

[There is nothing coming from Jonathan but hysterical wheezing laughter, for the first minute or so. Once he's recovered, he does manage, still giggling like an idiot, to make his way out into the hall.]

Naoya, WHAT THE HELL!?

[Hey, he's the only one he's seen set off the... "music" they're now experiencing, it's a reasonable guess, right?]

[losergod]

[ Guess who was playing with the tape machine? If you guessed C, you guessed correctly. Most of the things he gets out of it are innocent, but when the wheel of cheese and the... other... worm-things come out, he practically loses it, letting out a whine of distress and edging back.

The last thing to fall out is a bottle of pills, which he'll reach for in a moment to see what it is. He's not okay. Someone help him get rid of the gross cheese and worms. You might get something out of it! ]

[earietale]

[Barbara doesn't have any tapes. She just wanted to check out another one of the computers out of curiosity.

Then she smells something. A smell. The kind of smelly smell that smells...smelly.]

What's going on i-

[What the hell.]

What-what is that?!

[illusionarymelody]

Vita was trying out the all or nothing game again to see if she can get something worth it since she's gotten some nice prizes and is actually not bad at the game. She actually did get a very lovely dress that is hers and was about to go change when she sees C.]

Might I take a look at some of those items? Namely that card deck and the staff?

[She definitely would like those back and would like the fewest number of people possible to know she possesses a magical staff since she's hiding the fact that she's a witch.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[Nagisa still doesn't know what's up, exactly, but he knows he's.....hyper-aware of tiny movements, it kind of gives him a headache. Fortunately he doesn't need to know what exactly he's looking at when someone is clearly this upset. He....might be able to...

Swift as a striking serpent, but gentle, his fingers go for the same neck pressure point Korosensei used to calm Nagisa. Maybe....he can help.]

[fashionfever]

[Angela has still been in suspense on how to spend her tapes and is only stirred from her deliberations when sees C's silhouette from a distance, not yet fully processing his expression]

Hey, these sure are some colorful fabrics!

[illusionarymelody]

[Earlier today Vita put up some more notices that she'll be singing a few songs to honor the loved ones they have lost and parted from. It will most definitely be set after the shittyflute concert. Again, it will be in the theater. She'll also leave a note specifically for Jonathan saying that she was able to find one of the songs he requested. His note is also signed with a cute heart at the end.

Vita is actually dressed up quite nicely since she was able to obtain one of her dresses. Also, she's set up a memorial that has room for people to contribute to if they wish. It also even has a smaller section for defacing hated ones and she has included a very poorly drawn doodle of two men with Xs over them in that section. In the memorial, she's included the picture she was given at the motive

She'll perform two songs. One is from her world and the second she'll say was a special request.

Afterwards, she's available to talk. Later on she'll move the memorial to the mess hall.]

Mess Hall

[earietale]

[Barbara saw that little concert earlier but hadn't really wanted to interrupt at the time. So instead she waits and goes into the mess hall not long after Vita, a nice photo in her hand.]

Any chance I could put one on there? The memorial, I mean.

[stealsyourduelist]

[A memorial, huh... Rosenkreuz hadn't been thinking much about his own picture, since as far as he knew, the Rose Duelist wasn't dead. But seeing the solemn display does make him wonder again. Many people were missing memories, after all... and so far, he's had nothing come up at all to make him realize what he's forgotten.

He stares at the display for a few moments, contemplating this, before deciding to add his picture.]

Rose Duelist. May my memories be sound, and may you live a long life.

[Or else he's gonna be pissed that he has to start all over again.]

[backuphero]

[The note is, once he's read it, hidden under his pillow. A childish gesture, maybe, and there was definitely something that made him feel like a silly kid the way that signature set him blushing, but...

She actually found it. She found it, and learned it, and God, if he could still cry Jonathan is almost certain he would be crying. The wistful ache is there, but so is something else... he can't quite name it, but Vita undoubtedly made that song her own.]

That was... that was wonderful. Thank you so much....

[crouching_sin]

[Naoya laughs as he sees the memorial, and comes back after a few minutes.]

[He already got rid of his picture, but there's a crude doodle of the same woman that he sets up and scribbles all over.]

There.

[backuphero]

[It's not that he really believes that they'll be losing somebody tomorrow, but... at the same time, just enough of him does at this point that Jonathan has decided it's time to finally set out a tiny little free tag sale of his own in the mess hall, a little bit before lunch.

Obviously the Alleged Corn is gone, but a sculptural cane based on a Tapir remains, along with a strange playing card (currently propped up on a little stand folded from some paper flinched from the computer room), and last but not least, a very damaged necktie with a crescent moon on it. He's tried to fold it as neatly as he can, but... it's heavily damaged. Someone's going to be unhappy to see that thing, he just knows it, and that's why he is just sitting nearby, sipping at some of the kitchen-standard Roosevelt Brew and waiting to see who sees and takes back what.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[Nagisa passes through on his way, and at first barely notes the few things Jonathan has with me. But he does note them. And that's why he backtracks, disregarding whatever he was doing in favor of approach.]

Hey. [He looks like he's doing significantly better than he was, at least.]

[stealsyourduelist]

[Did you put his Swordstalker in a paper stand. That's so quaint that he's at a loss for words at first. But he'll clear his throat and look at Jonathan then.]

Pardon me...

[Hm, does Rosenkreuz's chest look thicker than normal? Oh god now it's growing!! The fabric stretches with it and forms a sleeve, then revealing his bared hand, which is also holding the book on Paris. Flipping it open, he pulls his foil Blue Eyes White Dragon out of the secret compartment behind the picture of the Mona Lisa. Then he holds it in front of the Swordstalker card. A displeased squeak resounds from the depths of the card.]

What a shame. This monster appears to have lost all of its power.

[vividsins]

[ The cane immediately has the Baku's attention, and he's going to grab it. And he's going to spin it, like it belongs in his hands. ]

Thank you, Sir Jonathan. I quite appreciate that something of mine has been reunited with me.

[toushiro]

[ that is a strange assortment of items. hitsugaya still needs to get some himself, but in the meantime, he'll just look over them with some interest. ]

I see you haven't gotten a wild animal yet, Morris.