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

[backuphero]

"A tether", huh...

[He looks very, very far away, then. Bright blue eyes, a smile that could light up New York City. Always there. Always ready if he was about to go wrong. Always - and he couldn't remember her name.]

I don't know what I'm going to do until it's happening, that's the thing. I mean, if I could stop myself, I would. I need someone willing to stop me if I start to go too far.

[losergod]

If you need someone to assist, I would be more than happy to help.

[ He smiles. ]

After all, as God, it's my duty to look after those around me.

Does Christian heresy need a CW...?

[backuphero]

You know, I wouldn't mind it if the God I grew up following acted like you, if He came down here Himself and had to straighten us all out.

[He smiles, trying to play it off as somehow flippant, and... probably failing completely, because that smile doesn't really reach his eyes. Whatever you are, C, you're good, and Jonathan likes you. A lot.]

I'd appreciate it.