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]

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.]