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

[commandurr]

.....................

[V e r y slowly takes a...spoon...and gets a...spoonful out.

Time to taste it..]

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[leftthelighton]

Is it good?

[ Such an eager beaver. ]

[illusionarymelody]

[Vita is also looking on with a hopeful look.]

[commandurr]

. . . . . . .

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!! BLLLLEEEEEGGGGHKKKKKKK--

[SPITTING IT OUT NAO KTHX]