LET THE GAME BEGIN

[strangerpeople]

KOPARA AIR FLIGHT 15
(SYD -> HNL)

[Well, good going, Yurick and Vita. You dun fucked up. Now it's a murdergame. Still, could be worse. It could be a certain screechy female commander in charge, right?

In any case, you are stuck here. It's frustrating, and as time goes by, being here is going to wear everyone down. Not to mention the scent of those damn leis just won't go away, even after you've tossed them aside. The air permeates with it, and combine that with recycled air that only makes things more irritating and pungent, the limited supply of essentials, the limited space even on this large plane, the horrible electricity situation, *and* the threat of the murdergame now ever-present over everyone's heads?

Things are not fun right now. And as time goes by, it's going to only get worse. It's just a question of how - and whether there's any escape before it becomes too much to bear.]


((OOC: Welcome to the week! We'll be doing things a little differently here - we will have a sub-heading for investigations to happen, where players can send their characters of to find clues. Just head over there and use the OoC map to help guide your characters to major clues if you so wish!

Of course, you can always court disaster for your character, courtesy of the RNG, if you so wish! As a result, there will also be a sub-heading revealing everyone's level of injury, which will start at a default number for everyone (except those already injured coming in, or injuries inflicted before the pilot's call!) at the beginning of the week! This can be raised as you see fit to inflict pain on your character - just remember to TAG ANY COMMENT THREAD FOR THE MODS if you want injury rolls! Just don't go too high - your character may not survive if you do!

GOOD LUCK! And remember - have a nice flight!))

Comments

[illusionarymelody]

It really is just too uncanny how much in common these two things have. We woke up in a strange place with fourteen other people from different times and worlds. We didn't recall what happened to cause us to be there. The lack of any clues about our captors points towards memory loss and then we have powers that we didn't have and those replaced previously existing ones, if the person had them. Even the way that it will work if someone is murdered is the same with us having to vote for who did it. He may claim the murder part was a suggestion, but Yurick and I mentioned nothing about voting. Even his rules are similar to the ones we had to follow.

I'd believe its just a coincidence if just one maybe two things were in common, but this is far too many to be a mere coincidence.

[stavros]

Do you know how he might have become aware of such a thing happening?

[illusionarymelody]

Not for sure. The profiles imply some knowledge of us so if I had to make a guess I'd agree with the theory of there being dossiers on us.

If that is true, that's another thing in common.

[stavros]

Concerning indeed. It still means somebody was watching us beforehand. Gross.

[illusionarymelody]

Gross indeed unless we can use that to our advantage and disgust him with what he sees of us.

[stavros]

Wait, you've found something he would find off-putting? He doesn't seem perturbed by anything.

[illusionarymelody]

Not yet, but I do admit he and Marie seem like a match made in hell and I do hope he can go there and meet her. Definitely way too much in common personality wise.

One thing she truly hated was if anyone stripped. She also hated my cooking. Of course my cooking is terrible enough that it could be called a deadly weapon.

[stavros]

...wait, your last captor was all too happy for bloodshed, but didn't like nudity?

[illusionarymelody]

I know, it made no sense. I mean, what woman who actually likes men would not want to see a guy like Jonathan without a shirt at least?

[Of course Vita is totally biased here.]

[stavros]

[She's totally serious, she's not cracking a laugh, no...]

I can see why I wasn't there, she'd have had to look at what some of the people I know wear.

[Seriously, Diol, that isn't clothing.]