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.]

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[defriendestration]

WELL! I DO HAVE A COOKBOOK! IT'S CALLED WOOKIE COOKIES AND OTHER GALACTIC RECIPES.




DON'T WORRY, THE COOKIES AREN'T MADE OF WOOKIES, WHATEVER THOSE ARE.

[carries_war]

Oh, that's a species from a series called Star Wars! I've read some of the books, it's an old science fiction series.

[defriendestration]

OH??

YOU WANNA MAKE COOKIES?

[carries_war]

Sure! I've never really had many sweets before! Not that I can remember, anyway...

And I can tell you a bit about the Star Wars setting while we're baking!

[defriendestration]

[Oh no Rubedo is catching Shouting Syndrome from Papyrus!]

YAY!!

WELL, I GOT LOTS OF WHEAT SO LET'S DO THIS!!

[COOKING GAME IS A GO]

[carries_war]

[Nah, talking about books always gives him a case of the Shouts.]

But, uh...I've never actually tried to bake before...I hope that's alright...

[defriendestration]

[Shouting in any case!]

THERE IS ALWAYS A FIRST TIME! AND NO WORRIES - I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE!