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

[crouching_sin]

[Naoya's trying not to lose his shit and failing, and he comes out of his room at Jonathan's shouting. His own computer is also playing the 'song', for the record.]

What?

[Just. The most innocent.]

[backuphero]

What'd you find that made it do this?! You said it was an alarm system!

[He's laughing too hard for that to sound angry... and with a snort, and a vague hand gesture, the cacophony is joined for five seconds by a beat of a completely different tempo.]

[crouching_sin]

It is. Something must have made them all go off at once...

[Jonathan for fuck's sake -]

[backuphero]

Yeah, sure, a mysteeeeerious "something".

[He's still laughing, and hey, it was only five seconds, jeez!]

[crouching_sin]

Of course. It could have been anything.

[Do not mar the sanctity of the shittyflute!!!]