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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Comments

[earietale]

[So Barbara has got a bunch tapes she doesn’t know what to do with and figured that it might help if she goes to the computer room.

Then she sees this mess.]

What the-

[She shoves the tapes in her pockets for now as she grabs one of the papers to try reading it.]

Why are you printing all of this?

[leftthelighton]

I am not! I think!

[ He attempts stuffing the papers back into the printer, and the printer starts making an alarming noise at this fact. It does not like this move. ]

I fully believe this machine is possessed.

[ The papers really don't make sense. It's all in this font. ]

[earietale]

[Of course these papers are saying things in this weirdness.]

Okay, you might be right, but I don't think the right answer here is shoving the papers back into the printer!

[So she is grabbing said papers and pulling them out of the printer.]

Maybe if we try letting it be, it'll just run it's course and stop when it needs to?

[That's...pretty much the only thing she can think of right now.]

[leftthelighton]

[ Passepartout feels like tearing his hair out at this whole situation, but he follows her idea and lets go of the papers. ]

Perhaps. But what if it does not stop?

[earietale]

[Good question!]

Um...get the Commander and let it be her problem? This is her house, I don't think she'd like it getting filled with paper like this.

[This is just one of her goals in life now. Inconvenience Marie as much as possible.]

[leftthelighton]

As long as she would not punish me for the inconvenience....

[ Passepartout looks a bit concerned at this possibility. ]

[earietale]

There's...no rules against it, right? She can't really punish you if it's not against any rules, I think.

[I mean, she can make more, but? Why would she get so specific about this?]

[leftthelighton]

You make a good point. Then yes, I agree, we should find her.

[earietale]

Okay, then let's go.

[Opening the door for him because she's nice and she's closest to it.]

[leftthelighton]

[ He looks surprised at the gallantry of the offer, then smiles. ]

Thank you, Miss.

[ He walks through it. ]

To her quarters? It seems the easiest place to find her.

[earietale]

No problem.

[Just some common curtesy.]

Probably. I'd be surprised if she wasn't in there.

[leftthelighton]

Then we shall head that way.

[ He starts to walk there, assuming she will follow. ]

[earietale]

[She follows, of course, because she does want to help with this. She has tapes she still needs to redeem!]

I'm Barbara, by the way. Barbara Finch.

[She still hasn't read most the profiles, so?]

[leftthelighton]

[ He stops for a moment, so that he can sweep a bow to her. ]

I am Passepartout. It is nice to meet you, Miss Finch.

[earietale]

[Oh, fancy! Now she feels like she should've curtsied earlier.]

Nice to meet you too. Mostly, considering...all of this.

[Just...gestures to their current surroundings.]