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.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Suddenly. The next time he blinks. He sees red.


There is a loud BANG that zips by Roland’s ear.

Before he even has a chance to recover, a voice whispers a chastisement, harsh and clipped.]

For the love of-Manic, stop stealing from the stinky man. You don’t know where he’s been! He probably bathes in the blood for all we know-

[Turn around?]

[godspiousjasper]

[ He'd been about to reach for it to see what it was, though his vision abruptly shifting red and the loud noise right next to his ear is enough to have his instincts on high alert. ]

...What? Who's there?

[ Brows furrow and he straightened up, turning around with all the instinctive nature of someone who could go right into battle. ]

[strangerpeople]

And there is—

No one. No one is there. You are all alone, Roland. Hm.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ That's even more baffling.

One hand came up to touch his ear where that sound had zipped past, all while his gaze shot around the room. His heart hadn't stopped racing yet, so it takes a second to recover from what had happened.

After calming down, he spares one last glance back into the dryer. Is that same belt in there from before...? ]

[strangerpeople]

[Yes.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ Giving another glance around the room, Roland hesitates but does move to at least reach in to fetch it. If anything, he can put it with the pants so it's owner knows it wasn't taken.

Anything discernable about those pouches? He is going to at least look at it while it's in his hand, provided what happened before doesn't repeat itself. ]

[strangerpeople]

[No, but the fact its there is probably...enough, at least.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ Provided nothing seems to be in them, he will put it with the pants as neatly as he can manage but still frowning a bit because everything had seemed so damn real but yet nobody was there.

He had to wonder. Did this belong to the 'stinky man' too? If so, where were they now?

Roland moved on to investigating the places around that dryer just in case anything else can be picked up on. Even if there was nothing it wouldn't hurt any. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There seems to be nothing else here at the moment.

Good job, Roland!]