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.]

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

more check-in than meeting!

[beguiledcard]

[ Unlike last time, he has Angela helping with this one. In this case, he needed someone to help set up so that he could put the messages on everyone's doors (or hand them out in person, possibly, in some cases). Like last time, there are notes on the doors! They're free of customized pictures, but they instruct everyone to "meowt up" in the Mess Hall at 2PM/1400 with a... picture of a cat wearing yellow bandanna beneath said message.

And, speaking of wearing things? When people arrive, they might notice that Akira is wearing a toga and petting a cat that's wearing a yellow collar.

This time, there are pieces of paper set onto the table, along with pens of various colors, though namely the 'normal' kind (though there's a pink one and some yellow). As he waits for people to settle in, he takes the moment to slowly sip at the coffee that came from the vending machine.

Not the ammonia kind, obviously; it's a kind that he's having to drink very slowly, because it's already giving him a boost, and he isn't even a fourth of the way through the cup...

He will wave to people as they approach, and offer the occasional smile and nod to go with the gesture. ]

AND A SUGGESTION

[beguiledcard]

So... I figure, this time around, it would be a good idea for people to take turns writing down anything that seems suspicious, or even like some kind of clue about the situation.

It might be a good idea to keep everything limited to one or two pieces of paper, so is everyone okay with starting clockwise and working our way around the room?

[ And he'll start by writing at the top:

"- For those of you who didn't hear about it at the last meeting, there was a spy in our group in the mall. They messed with the evidence of every crime scene and listened in on every meeting.

- They're able to store live animals in the machine that spits out 'rewards' ... but how are these things kept alive, and how were they fit inside that thing?"


And... then he proceeds to casually pass the paper to the next person, his expression calm and casual as he makes a point of watching each person's face when it gets to them. ]




(( OOC: so basically you guys are welcome to comment here with what, if anything, they contributed to The List! ))

[toushiro]

[ he's in a significantly better mood this time around because of the lack of a customized picture, thank god. however, after akira speaks, toushiro leaves the room while the paper starts being passed around. it might seem like he's not coming back because he doesn't really say anything when he walks out, but...

lo and behold, he does come back with the same piece of paper he posted up on the door to the computer room on saturday. he uses the tape to re-stick the note on to whatever's being passed around. ]

[backuphero]

[Jonathan frowns at the paper, though it's not clear which point bothers him more. But he's got information to contribute, just like he'd said...

Going to figure a spy would know all this already.

-the camera robots:
*can fight back if we try to go after them. "level one" response was shooting laser beams. one of the lenses on the "face" rotated before it did that. it mentioned a level two before I backed off, I don't know what that might be.
*they can either play tapes or something like talk.
*they're WAY heavier + sturdier than they look.
*I think maybe the "don't damage them" was bait.

-far as I know nobody found a radio, even just a receiver. Do we have the right stuff to build one? I can't really remember how but I know you don't need vacuum tubes or anything fancy, mostly wire. Could help figuring out where we are.]

[crouching_sin]

[Under the 'radio' bit someone's scribbled a note.]

We don't need a lot of fancy things, but we'll have to find the right kinds of wire and some kind of power source, along with some resistors and things like that. If anyone receives some electronic equipment, let the rest of us know.

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita will go ahead and write something down.]

It seems if you get a really good score in that game you get a prize that is "enhanced". I received the score for one of the operas I've performed in. It now can provide its own light. I can find absolutely no source for said light.

[tiefleaf]

[ Expectation: Molly would put down his own contributions, and perhaps make a joke or two.

Reality: Molly isn't exactly the best at reading, and it may be best to assume he can't fucking write.

He gleans
-something something spy
-crimes????
-live animals

and, trying very hard not to look like he's fucking confused here, passes the paper along. ]

Alright, I got nothing.

[ He's just gonna pretend he has nothing to contribute, because this is embarrassing. ]

[crouching_sin]

[... Uh.]

So what have you even been doing?

[tiefleaf]

[ He shrugs. ]

Same as everyone else? Y'know, snooping around, messing with the alligator, trying generally not to murder the hell out of anyone else here.

[ Fuck fuck what was even on that paper fuck ]

[crouching_sin]

...

[He clears his throat.]

You have no ideas as to what to do next? ... Do you even... ahem. Can you even read?

[tiefleaf]

[ ...

He mutters something under his breath. ]

Well, fuck.

[ There's no way he's bullshitting out of this one is there ]

I mean, of course I can read!

[ ...is there MOLLY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ]

[crouching_sin]

[... Uh huh.]

[Naoya just takes the pad and writes 'FUCK' in large letters on it.]

What does this say?

[tiefleaf]

[ he has to sound it out a little but HE GETS IT ]

...fuck.

[ ONE POINT FOR MOLLY WOO ]

[crouching_sin]

You had to sound it out - your reading comprehension isn't great, is it?

[tiefleaf]

What's it to you?

[ WHY IS THIS SO IMPORTANT LEAVE HIM ALONE ]

[crouching_sin]

It just makes things a bit more difficult... though we'll have to know so we an compensate for it.

[tiefleaf]

Alright, alright. Sorry to disappoint you.

ALthough it does make this pretty annoying.

[crouching_sin]

It's not disappointing, it's just something to adjust for.

[fashionfever]

[By the time people walk in, Angela is sitting at the table. There are already empty cups at each seat. As she pushes pens across the table to empty seats for arriving members and greets them warmly by name, it seems that she has some vague scheme in mind to spread out the titled away from just roommates and other established alliances. All she's talking about for now is the cups though.]

You know, for when you need something totally not suspicious to pass around!

[crouching_sin]

[He just stares at her.]

You realize that she can probably hear that, right?

[fashionfever]

Okay, well, by that standard she can hear Akira telling us to write crap down in the first place.

[crouching_sin]

[He pauses and laughs a little.]

Were you assuming that she couldn't?