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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[beguiledcard]

[ His nose wrinkles the tiniest bit and he nods. ]

Yeah... guess there's only one way to find out.

[ Which is via the method he's using now! Time to take an appropriate MRE and get started on this bad boy. ]

[crouching_sin]

[He's working on getting the pasta ready. A little wine in a bowl for it to sit in once it softens up slightly, and... hm.]

Akira, I'm going to get some soda.

[And he absently takes the bottle with him, clearly not noticing that he's still got it in his hand.]

[beguiledcard]

[ HMMMM... He quirks a brow.

... but, then? There's a nod and shrug. ]

You got it. I'll keep an eye on things.

[crouching_sin]

Good.

[He'll just. Wander towards the soda machine. Oops, somehow there's something with a different kind of bubbly in his cup.]

[He wanders back after a minute or two.]

There we are. I didn't want to have to run for it during something delicate.

[He sets the bottle down gently.]

[beguiledcard]

[ He managed to make decent progress on their task, while Naoya was gone! And, when his roommate returns, he glances at the cup... at the older man... back at the cup. ]

Yeah... can't have any mistakes happening, because of some sudden thirst, right?

[ There's a small grin creeping onto his lips, and he's not bothering to hide it, even as he continues with the work. ]

[crouching_sin]

Exactly. I can hold down the fort if you want to go get a drink, yourself.

[Okay back to... attempting to figure out this mush in the MRE. Is this chocolate? ... It doesn't look like any chocolate he'd want to eat.]

cw: teenager + alcohol tbh

[beguiledcard]

[ There's a moment of consideration on his face, though he doesn't make it obvious. His movements are casual as he continues working with the MRE... And then he gives a nod. ]

You know...? That's a good idea.

[ He flashes a small grin and follows Naoya's example. Come with him, wine bottle! He's going to be heading off, staying gone for a few minutes, and then returning +1 a cup.

With casual movements, the wine bottle is returned to its rightful spot, and Akira is going right back to what he was doing. Smooth criminal, indeed... ]

the best cw. ... in this situation.

[crouching_sin]

[Naoya continues working on... trying to get these things looking edible. What the hell kind of pasta is this? Ugh. Well, at least it's softening, so he drains them and sets them into the wine to soak for a bit.]

[he takes a little bit of a drink from his own cup while he waits, looking over what they have. He glances up when Akira returns.]

It's important to stay hydrated, after all.

the best worst cw

[beguiledcard]

[ He swirls the contents of the cup briefly before taking a sip from it. ]

Especially around all this heat, right?

[ Well, he can't say he's had worse. That's for sure. But it's also far from the best thing he's ever tasted. He wrinkles his nose for just a moment, and then he gets back to figuring out how to make something that's barely edible... nice-tasting. ]

How long should it soak?

[crouching_sin]

Of course.

[Hm... he thinks for a few moments.]

A few more minutes, at least. Let's see if we can chop this meat up into some more manageable pieces.

[Siiiip.]

[beguiledcard]

[ For just a moment, he manages a small grin... and then a mock salute of sorts before he grabs for one of the knives and gets to work. ]

Aye aye, captain.

[ If there's one thing to be said, it's that this guy does have some decent knife work? It's not perfect; honestly, it's just the perks of having maxed proficiency. ]

[crouching_sin]

[... That's pretty good. Naoya just relaxes for a minute. This wine isn't even half bad. This is pretty calming, actually.]

Hm... there's got to be something else in this we can use... ah. Crackers. We can mix in a little bread crumb-like texture.

[beguiledcard]

[ He pauses after a moment to take another sip of the wine. While he can't say he's a wine person, it's not the absolute worst thing he's ever had. Far... from it, honestly. ]

That actually sounds pretty good, in spite of what we're stuck working with.

[ Just giving Naoya a small grin. ]

I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, since it's you I'm working with.

[crouching_sin]

Heh. Hopefully. It's difficult to determine exact temperatures and things like that since we're guessing... but it'll be all right.

[He takes another drink, red slowly creeping over his face.]

[beguiledcard]

[ He doesn't even notice the red, but he's got his own flushed cheeks happening, namely after he takes another couple of sips while they're preparing.

There's a pause. ]

You know... I didn't even think about it, but... just how good do you think a prize from her could even be? I feel like, given our pattern so far, we're gonna wind up with some pet tarantula next...

[ THAT MIGHT BE A BIT OF A FACE HE'S MAKING NOW... guess who doesn't like spiders. ]

[crouching_sin]

Tarantulas aren't that bad... as long as you don't piss them off. I knew a librarian who had a tarantula. She brought it in sometimes to show it off to kids.

But yes, whatever it is can't be all that great.

[beguiledcard]

[ He takes a long drink from the cup, wrinkling his nose a bit at spider talk, just afterwards. His flushed cheeks probably make this one hell of a sight, too... ]

If it has eight legs, it's not shaped like a friend.

[ COMPLETE WITH A SOFT HUFF. ]

[crouching_sin]

[Oh, this is hilarious. He can feel the wine starting to hit him. Oh well.]

What about no legs?

[beguiledcard]

[ Without skipping a beat, and with a tone that probably implies he knows that Naoya is likely referring to something else entirely: ]

Mermaids are pretty cool.

[crouching_sin]

It depends. Fish on top, or fish on bottom?

[beguiledcard]

Clearly, the bottom. [ squint ] Even if, logically, the top makes more sense.