WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[zephyranthe]

[Okay, okay. Stay angry and have the energy to continue stabbing carcasses. But wait, he wants to kill something? Well then.]

Got it.

[So she just... leaves. Still, within ten minutes she seems to have returned and... is she holding a chicken in her arms? It's clucking rather softly and squirming some, but she has a firm hold on it, so it's not getting free easily.

Until she drops it, anyways. Hope you enjoy having a squawking chicken running around the kitchen like its tail feathers are on fire?!]

Here you go.

[Rotisserie chicken here we come]

[carries_war]

Tch, too easy...but better than beating up on something that's already dead.

[Fie, you are now witness to a small child chasing a chicken around the room with a pair of bloody knives.]

Get back here, I'm gonna make drumsticks outta you!

[zephyranthe]

[Entertainment at its finest.]

You can do it. Woo.

[Incidentally, she is blocking off the entrance so the chicken has nowhere to run but in circles around the room, but she's not making any effort to help him with ChickenQuest. Probably because she wants to see if he'll tire out, and it'd defeat the point if he didn't get to vent anyways. also effort]

[carries_war]

[It's quickly becoming evident that he's not used to trying to kill things smaller than him. The way he's holding his knives is much better for stabbing up than down, and at one point he actually lunges and ends up face first on the floor when the chicken darts out of the way. Not that it stops him for long, since he's picking himself up and running right back after the bird.]

You little shit, I'll get you this time!

[zephyranthe]

[Okay this is getting slightly embarrassing. Not like they have much dignity in this place anyways, but it's the thought that counts? Probably. So maybe she'll try to help him a little. Maybe she can be the chicken charmer she was always meant to be. So she kneels down with her arms open and--]

Here, chicken, chicken.

[It is said in the flattest, least comforting tone ever and the chicken totally runs past without looking back.

...]

I tried.

[And therefore no one can criticize her.]

1/2

[carries_war]

I've got it!

[And he does! One final lunch forward and he cuts the chicken's head clean off!]

[carries_war]

[...But we all know what chickens with their heads cut off do. He takes a step back and stares at it with a look of shocked bewilderment.]

What the hell?!

[zephyranthe]

[Her first reaction was to clap but wow... it's still moving.]

I think you missed.

[Never mind that its head is sitting on the ground somewhere. Still, she'll approach that bottom half that's still running around and trip it cleanly with her foot. Good thing it doesn't have eyes anymore??

So now there's a decapitated chicken flailing around on the kitchen floor. It's vaguely reminiscent of a turtle that's been flipped over on its back, except for the part where its head is missing.]

...Do we stab it more?

[But she doesn't want to turn it into paste, either...]