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

[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...]