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

[stealsyourduelist]

"With stuff," apparently. [He drawls, but that's what she wrote... delicious with stuff.... very specific.]

The book it was in mentioned that its uses are like mushrooms, if that gives you an idea.

[backuphero]

Yeah, actually, it does. Did she give us any butter with the new stuff for this?

[He's not looking over at Naoya, very pointedly, because if he does he'll crack up. He is, however, going to start looking for a frying pan....]

[stealsyourduelist]

We have seasonings, that's as far as I know...

[But he's about to go and look. Butter is a seasoning right]

[backuphero]

[...Rosencruez, you've never had to cook for yourself, have you.]

Well, you find any, just toss me some, all right?