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

[illusionarymelody]

Do you know how to do anything with what little food exists here that lacks a potential for being used as a lethal projectile? I know I sure don't.

[leftthelighton]

I fetch the food, I do not cook it.

[ He says this in a flat tone. ]

[illusionarymelody]

And I'm definitely more talented at eating it.

Maybe we should mix some stuff together and hope for the best?

[leftthelighton]

I believe that is a good plan.

[ It is not a good plan, but he is in complete denial over that fact. He takes ahold of one of the spices and dumps a generous helping on top of what's before them. ]

[illusionarymelody]

[Only these two would consider such a plan. But Vita will help by grabbing a bag of salt and dumping a bunch of it on top.]

[leftthelighton]

The colours are certainly appealing!

[ He says this as he mixes it together. ]

[illusionarymelody]

They certainly are, though I admit I'm quite partial to blue.

[So now she's looking for something blue. Please stop her from adding blue fruity cream soda to this.]

[leftthelighton]

As am I! That would be a good choice for this food. It could only improve things.

[ Apparently? He is not going to stop her. ]

[illusionarymelody]

You, sir, have impeccable taste!

[And in goes some blue fruity cream soda.]

[leftthelighton]

I have heard this. You are the one to suggest it, however, therefore the compliment should be turned to you.

[ He mixes some more, looking quite comfortable with the mess they are creating. ]

[illusionarymelody]

Well, I will definitely thank you for it.

[Vita is looking around to see if there is anything else that could be added for more color.]

[leftthelighton]

Perhaps we ought to add something orange? Complimentary colors and such.

[ Passepartout knows artistic things! ]

[illusionarymelody]

Maybe some oranges? They also are quite tasty too so all of this must end up tasting delicious together.

[No, it doesn't work that way Vita.]

[leftthelighton]

Grand idea! I think we can only find dried oranges, but that will have to be good enough.

[1/2]

[commandurr]

OOOOH? WHAT ARE YOU MAKING?

[2/2]

[commandurr]

...WHAT ARE YOU MAKING??

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita is grabbing some dried oranges when Marie comes up.]

Something delicious!

[leftthelighton]

Something truly delicious! Would you like to sample now, Commander?

[illusionarymelody]

I think it's nearly ready, don't you?

[1/?]

[commandurr]

[commandurr]

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[commandurr]

WHY, I'D LOVE TO, BUT...SHOULDN'T ANY GOOD CHEF TRY IT FIRST TO MAKE SURE IT TASTES LIKE IT SHOULD!

[leftthelighton]

Ah?

[ Passepartout looks down at it and realizes that it may smell off. ]

Are you sure that is a rule?

[commandurr]

I CAN MAKE IT ONE IF YOU'RE THAT CONCERNED!!

[illusionarymelody]

But why should we take away from your potential pleasure? I'd hate to even take one delicious bite from you.