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, I'll try. [She'll try to be more gentle..... or just get kicked.]

Well, lead the way.

[Let's Go Get Kicked Together ☆]

[socialhacktivist]

[For ice cream ♡]

Alright. Here we go~

[To the happy cows that will probably not be as happy about their lives in approximately 1.7 minutes. They have some time yet while Futaba hunts around for a stool and a bucket.

Because you need those things, from what little knowledge she has.]

Too bad Akira isn't here. He's a country boy-- he'd probably know what to do.

[Futaba please...]

[zephyranthe]

[Fie meanwhile has even less of an idea of what to do and just settles for watching Futaba collect stuff. This can only turn out well!]

He your friend?

[Or more importantly: would he help them make ice cream??]

[socialhacktivist]

Yeah. Well... I guess he's always felt more like a brother to me.

[Listen. Purse owner protags can do anything. Probably.

...but look! She found a bench and a bucket. Progress.]