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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
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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Anyone can see she's lying like a little child would upon getting caught with a cookie in their mouth when they'd been expressly told not to. But actually Accusing her of lying could potentially backfire, or have unintended consequences. At the same time, not chiding her sets a bad example.
Decisions, Decisions...
...Ultimately, for now -]
...Very well, I shall believe you.
[ - It's better for the path of least resistance.]
However!
[He holds up a gloved finger.]
You shall have to clean yourself up! You may have no ill effects with blood and it's vectors, but quite a few of us have no such protections!
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She swabs the corners of her mouth of the blood with her thumb and sucks it off like frosting. Who do you think you are, sir? Aki Hayakawa? ]
I am one who seldom bathes. If you humans are so precious about hygiene, perhaps you should simply keep thy distance from me.
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[He's yelling again, but it's at least a bit lower in volume?]
For better or for worse, we have all been placed in close confinement to each other! And with how things are now, disease can be easily passed between us, especially in regards to bodily fluids! We are not precious about hygene out of mere whim, but that it is needed to keep us healthy!
[Still, he gets the idea he might be talking to a brick wall here....then again, she is rather....childish, so perhaps that old trick with children might work here...?
Sighing, he shakes his head, seemingly giving up.]
...Ah, very well. I suppose that I cannot force you...such a shame. And I had planned on giving you something nice if you'd agreed....but I suppose it cannot be helped.
[And to sink in the deal, he turns around, sighing melodramatically.]
I suppose I shall just have to offer it to someone else.
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Rather than listen to the lecture, Power is deep into considering how best to defy him. Sure, her violence-loving devil brain would be happy bouncing his octogenarian ass pinball-style through these metal halls, but is that best? Never mind that it wouldn't be sporting, these humans would doubtlessly quibble most annoyingly about it. And it just seems too easy.
He likes to talk. This is what she's noticing. So as painful as it is, maybe just walking away...
Power slows at hearing 'something nice' and stops at 'someone else'. She gives a narrow-eyed look over her shoulder. ]
What thing?
[ Nibbling the bait. ]
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Hm? Oh, just that I was going to make some sweets. I'd noticed the ingredients for quite a few of them in the pantry, but...
[He shrugs.]
Sweets are best when you yourself are clean, so I suppose they wouldn't be of any interest to you.
[Now, is she as childish as he assumes, to be swayed by sweets?]
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[ Yup. But also wants instant gratification. ]
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[Time to turn around again!]