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

Dining room

[poorlovefool]

[Fie's not the only one with a new gadget. There's an espresso machine in Eric's arms, which he decided to bring with him to breakfast... he needed coffee and a good meal to chase those bizarre dreams away. His eyes light up in recognition at the ice cream maker though.]

Is that... [Yes, it is.] Fie, you've got it! The ice cream machine!

[His personal one that he hasn't used as much since he started actually working at an actual ice cream parlor. But it's a sight for sore eyes to see something from home that he recognizes.]

[zephyranthe]

[Oh hey, another kind of machine here? Actually, she might be able to recognize that one, even if Machias would start screaming at Eric if he was here.]

So that means we can make sorbet now, right?

[Although it cannot be lemon-flavored... this place, man. ]

[poorlovefool]

We're a step closer, anyway! Did that happen to come with any ingredients? This thing did, but it's just for making espresso.

[He sets it down, looking curious at what's there with the machine. He's hopeful, anyway.]

[zephyranthe]

[Well, there was kind of a mess of shit that was dumped on her, but there was... something, maybe.]

There's these packs that're labelled 'chocolate' and 'vanilla'. I wasn't sure if they were supposed to go along with this or something, though.

[Because option #2 was just open them and eat them directly.]

[poorlovefool]

[Don't just eat them, Fie... they're not fun dip!! He'll check the packets out, though.]

Huh, it's some kind of instant mix? I guess that's easier than doing it from scratch. Kinda basic flavors, though.

[He would never go to an ice cream place and just get vanilla, though there are people who do.]

[zephyranthe]

I guess. I've never seen this kind of thing before.

[Presumably the Reinford Company has yet to popularize portable ice cream makers.]

I wonder if we can add some other stuff to make them more interesting.

[What do they actually have in this place, though?

...............................beer?]

[poorlovefool]

[Beer ice cream sounds... interesting.... it probably exists, but Eric has a better idea.]

Hm... Do you like frappuccinos? We could make chocolate coffee ice cream if I use a little of the stuff I've got.

[zephyranthe]

Mm, frappuccinos are okay, I guess. Machias would blow up at us if he heard, though.

[Not that it matters because suck it nerd]

Mixing them together sounds cool. Do we just dump them in together?

[poorlovefool]

Who?

[Is that someone here? Don't tell him there's some kind of angry coffee snob in one of the mystery rooms.]

Well, more or less! If we just put in an extra tablespoon of coffee for each couple of chocolate ones we should get something about right.

[zephyranthe]

[Plot twist, Machias was the mastermind all along!!]

A friend from back home. He gets really loud when you mess around with coffee. Like what we're doing right now.

[Not that she sounds like she cares because face it, most people without a shotgun up their ass wouldn't care either.]

'Kay. Go for it.

[Here you go, Eric! She'll just sit here and watch, don't mind her.]