WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

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.]

Comments

[asmanytimes]

...

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

Why does it seem haunted in here?

[strangerpeople]

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








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

[superstylishsquid]

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

[asmanytimes]

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

[strangerpeople]

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



Ten seconds later a glass smashed into the wall.]

[superstylishsquid]

[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.

[asmanytimes]

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?

[strangerpeople]

[…

A bit of cold, maybe it’s a yes?]

[superstylishsquid]

What do cameras have to do with blood?

[asmanytimes]

You'll see.

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

[strangerpeople]

[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.]

[superstylishsquid]

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.]

[asmanytimes]

Well, that's alarming.

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

[strangerpeople]

[


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.]

[superstylishsquid]

[He winces.]

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

[asmanytimes]

[ 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?

[superstylishsquid]

A living one...I know some angels look like ships, but I don't think they're on this scale.

[Is he...yeah, he's licking the ship's blood from his claws.]

But yeah, go ahead.

[asmanytimes]

[ He runs off, gets a syringe and needle from the infirmary, and comes back with it. ]

Let's extract some of this blood. To run tests with.

[ He plunges the needle into one of the veins on the floor. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There is an immediate reaction to this. Instantly there is a crrreeeak, followed by the sound of a needle snapping off a syringe.

Yup. Your syringe is broken, Keith. And the broken needle is being absorbed into the floor with a shllllorrrrrrrrp.]