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

[losergod]

Don't worry about it. I'll probably give the other dress to one of the other girls.

[ He offers a tired smile. ]

This machine is a bit of a menace, but it's the only way we can get anything useful... I have to admit I kind of hate it.

[earietale]

I think it's...sort of alright, actually. It gave me some useless stuff, like a shaving kit and a vinyl record, but also a film reel of...a movie I really like, and ready to play if I ever get something to play it on.

[So...yours was bad but her last one was really nice in her eyes.]