15strangers | WEEK 1

WEEK 1

[So, once Zero has said his peace, everything is quiet as the week dawns. A new Game. Nonary, Decision, Murder. All three. It doesn't matter. Everyone is here to kill or die. The coin has been tossed, the die is cast. The rules are set; the watches are active.

The question now is, why? Why is this happening? Why you? Surely no one is so desperate to kill on this ship, right? Not when the people onboard are so interesting and varied. Perhaps everyone can get along; perhaps there's a way off the ship without bloodshed. Of course, if there is, it might be be best to be prepared for a long stay-there's no doubt Zero won't make it that easy to escape. Then there's the matter that-apparently-people have new powers they did not possess before, while those the strangers once had are gone. Perhaps it's time to test those out and see what they can do ~~if you're not Kira~~.

So, let's see what happens this week. Hopefully it will be a peaceful one.

There are currently 19 strangers on this ship.]

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[Well, there’s....not much here. There’s booze. Got some Jack Daniels and Bombay Gin and Johnnie walker and...vodka. Also a cup abruptly falls from a shelf.

Thrilling, i know!]

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[He jumps, holding his hand out as if to grab something...but instead, a pair of wings made from swords appears behind him...leading to him turning around rapidly to try to see what they are, a little like a cat confused by its own tail.

...Hopefully no one saw that. Once he figures out he did conjure a sword, just the wrong way, he clears his throat and goes to check that shelf...still followed by the pointies.]

[And that’s when the Jack Daniels starts to abruptly sliiiiiiiiide towards Alastor on the shelf.]

[He blinks at it, then picks the bottle up.]

This a suggestion? Can't say it isn't tempting, especially if there's a good cola around...

[

There’s a frantic taptaptaptaptap sound on the bottle, followed by what something cold settling on Alastair. Specifically, his wings.]

[Well, that's another surprise. Good thing he doesn't mind cold too much? His wing does twitch away, though, before he turns to see what's being offered.]

So, haunted bar...am I expected to tip, or...?

[ Keith has been watching from the entrance, looking amused. ]

Willing to share?

[ Says someone who has never drank before. ]

[The cold air goes to Alastor’s tail now.

Keith gets the cold shoulder. By which I mean his shoulder is suddenly cold.]

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[He turns to look at his tail...and dismisses the sword wings on realizing they're in the way.]

I guess? The bar just offered it to me.

...

[ Keith tries infusing his shoulder with light, to see if it warms up. ]

Why does it seem haunted in here?

[it helps, a little. The cold seems to dissipate from his arm.

And the bottle in Alastor’s hand is now vibrating.]

I'd guess because it is, but I don't think our barkeep likes that.

Hey, ghost, kindly let us be. Unless you have any important clues to show us.

[For a moment, there is a brief bluish glow to the bottle of whiskey.

Ten seconds later a glass smashed into the wall.]

[He has...just enough time to mull over whether or not he'd be offended /in the ghost's shoes before the shattering of glass puts him into a defensive posture.]

You know, most people consider it a bad idea to sass the restless dead.

I think it's sassing me back.

Him? Her?

Hey ghost, if I take down one of the cameras, can you write something using the blood?

[…

A bit of cold, maybe it’s a yes?]

What do cameras have to do with blood?

You'll see.

[ Keith takes out a weird looking hammer and tosses it at the camera, with force. ]

[And the camera explodes in a schlorrrrrrp of blood.

The blood that lands on the floor starts to move, but Keith and Alastor will both notice that said blood will start to start to be absorbed by said floor, so all they get is-]

| |_ |_ |

[Before it, too, disappears.]

What...

[He bends down and runs a hand over the floor. Then he extends his claws to scratch the floor where the blood soaked in.]

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Well, that's alarming.

Is there another way this ghost can communicate? Without it being sucked up by this creepy ship?

[

It takes slightly longer, but the scratching, too, is reversed, with little spidery veins sealing up the rent marks.

Time for another glass to go flying into the wall.]

[He winces.]

Maybe a pencil? But you might wanna take a look at this.

[ Keith steps over, and looks down. ]

Uh.

What kind of ship is this?

[ He wonders. Maybe - yes. ]

Can you keep an eye on this while I go get something?

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