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

[backuphero]

[In answer, he's just going to flick another burner on, set a frying pan down, and drop a cube of butter into it to start that melting. The smirk on his face speaks to either overconfidence or an utter lack of self-preservational instincts.]

Like I said, Fried Evil Corn That Might Be Mushrooms Somehow. I'll even taste it myself. You need a hand with anything?

[losergod]

I'm thinking of making a butter and garlic sauce for the so-called corn, since you cooked it in salt and butter. If you could help me with that when you're done, I'd be grateful. I just need powdered milk.

[ Which they're bound to have around; space food, and all. ]

[backuphero]

No problem! I think we have plenty of that normally... and the sauce sounds like a great idea.

[He may be humming some kind of aimless happy tune as he gets into the process of frying up the Doom Corn. Once it's black it's done, right, just like mushrooms of a certain kind? Well, he hopes so, and he's leaving it all in the skillet while he hunts down that powdered milk....]

[losergod]

I mean, at the very worst it's a side-dish, so if it's bad it won't taint the other one. I figure this gives us a 50/50 shot, right?

[ Let's... not discuss what the other groups are doing. ]

[backuphero]

That's the spirit! Even if I mess up, you're doing well enough that she might not even notice!

[losergod]

We'll see. I admit I'm not completely confident. MREs are... they're not exactly the best ingredients. It's hard to pull them apart to get something decent.

[ He sighs. ]

[backuphero]

Yeah, they're... you've heard the "C rations, made with real cat" joke, I'm sure. But you've pulled something that looks like real food out of all of it!