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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[losergod]

[ Guess who was playing with the tape machine? If you guessed C, you guessed correctly. Most of the things he gets out of it are innocent, but when the wheel of cheese and the... other... worm-things come out, he practically loses it, letting out a whine of distress and edging back.

The last thing to fall out is a bottle of pills, which he'll reach for in a moment to see what it is. He's not okay. Someone help him get rid of the gross cheese and worms. You might get something out of it! ]

[earietale]

[Barbara doesn't have any tapes. She just wanted to check out another one of the computers out of curiosity.

Then she smells something. A smell. The kind of smelly smell that smells...smelly.]

What's going on i-

[What the hell.]

What-what is that?!

[losergod]

I don't know, it's--

[ Gag. Covering his face. Please help Barbara. ]

[earietale]

Oh, god, okay-

[Just. Picks up the damn thing and throws it out the door. Yeet.]

Is that better?

[losergod]

W-we can't just leave it there!

[ THAT'S AWFUL??? ]

... We have to burn it. Oh. Oh no.

[ He doesn't want to touch it???? ]

[earietale]

[...looks down at her hands.]

O-okay, then-you find something to set it on fire, and I'll carry it.

[She's already soiled her hands by touching it. Why not soil them more.]

[losergod]

The--

[ Inhale. God he is trying really hard not to have an... episode, and for a moment, he just stares at her, willing his mind not to panic.

It's not going to come back. It's not. He's--he's a God now, right? ... But this is also a human body. He has no way of knowing if that might begin to affect him again. He's... going to try to find that pill bottle that dropped. Maybe he got lucky. ]

The... Incinerator.

[ Is all he finally manages to force out. ]

[illusionarymelody]

Vita was trying out the all or nothing game again to see if she can get something worth it since she's gotten some nice prizes and is actually not bad at the game. She actually did get a very lovely dress that is hers and was about to go change when she sees C.]

Might I take a look at some of those items? Namely that card deck and the staff?

[She definitely would like those back and would like the fewest number of people possible to know she possesses a magical staff since she's hiding the fact that she's a witch.]

[losergod]

[ Well thanks to Barbara, at least most of the problem has been YEETED out of the room, so he's just. Trying to compose himself. Give him a moment. ]

O-oh... t-those. Y-yes, you can have them. I d-don't have any use for them.

[ They're all sorta lying where he got them right now so yours for the taking, Vita. Have at. ]

[illusionarymelody]

[She does grab them and she opens up the package the cards are in and she's actually looking at the back of the cards for some reason. They have some rather subtle markings that could easily be used to cheat.]

How did they get a hold of this particular deck? It's not mine, it belongs to someone who passed away. The one in the picture I was given, in fact.

[losergod]

[ Staring at the pill bottle he'd gotten in the midst of that junk. He just... finally composes himself enough to pick it up, exhaling. ]

The same way they got these, most likely. I'm... I'm not sure how they did that.

[illusionarymelody]

Why is that?

[losergod]

... These pills belong to--

[ He cuts himself off, and shakes his head. He'd almost suspect them to be Charlotte's, were his name not on the prescription. ]

... Well, I just don't think they should have been able to retrieve them. Their owner is dead.

[theserpentsmiles]

[Nagisa still doesn't know what's up, exactly, but he knows he's.....hyper-aware of tiny movements, it kind of gives him a headache. Fortunately he doesn't need to know what exactly he's looking at when someone is clearly this upset. He....might be able to...

Swift as a striking serpent, but gentle, his fingers go for the same neck pressure point Korosensei used to calm Nagisa. Maybe....he can help.]

[losergod]

[ There's definitely some panic and him freezing up worse when Nagisa does that--like he's accustomed to being hit, and expects it coming.

He at least unstiffens when it happens, though. He feels... slightly less panicked. Which is helpful and good. ]

W... what did you just do?

[theserpentsmiles]

A....pressure point. The one in the neck is useful for calming, you see it used to knock people out in movies sometimes. [That's not actually something he can do with it. He has other methods if he needs someone downed.]

[losergod]

Please don't make me pass out. That will only worsen the problem.

[ He looks utterly exasperated, if nothing else. ]

[theserpentsmiles]

I won't. [Not unless it's absolutely necessary, like with Kayano... Which, of course brings the motive to mind. He looks away, and sounds distracted.] I don't think I can use it that way...

[losergod]

... Why would they put something like that in this machine?

[ He just can't fathom why. ]

[fashionfever]

[Angela has still been in suspense on how to spend her tapes and is only stirred from her deliberations when sees C's silhouette from a distance, not yet fully processing his expression]

Hey, these sure are some colorful fabrics!

[losergod]

[ DEEP BREATHS. ]

Y-yes, they are. You... you mean the dresses, right?

[ He's okay. This is. Fine. ]

[fashionfever]

Oh, that's what they are?

[steps over closer to peer and finally gets the front of C's face into her field of vision and ohhhhhhhhhh that's not good]

...you know, I can just come back later.

[losergod]

... I-it's quite all right, I just wasn't expecting what came out of it.

[ Worms why. ]

Miss Napoli... can you hand me that pill bottle? I want to see what it is.

[fashionfever]

...

[she gently kicks it across the floor. whaddya mean "hand it to him"]

[losergod]

[ That... works, he guesses. Hey, at least this way she isn't reading whoever's name is on it. He picks it up, and his brows knit together into a tight frown. ]

... I know who this belongs to. But I don't... understand how they got it.