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

[superstylishsquid]

[One of his wings twitches, but he otherwise doesn't react other than stabbing the doll. 10 points.]

Hope you didn't think you could take all the bonus points for yourself.

[godspiousjasper]

[ Oh my. He truly does like this fellow. The pain truly paled in comparison, and some part of him was starting to get used to it.

A hum follows and he stabs Alastor's doll again, bringing his point total up to 10 as well. ]

Of course not. I wouldn't dream of it.

[superstylishsquid]

[His tail flicks, seemingly amused. Another light stab, and a second somewhere else. 15]

Good, 'cause I don't plan on just handing someone a win.

[godspiousjasper]

[ That second one surprised him, but nor did it deter him from taking a second to exhale a breath then stabbing once. He let it linger before then adding a second one in quick succession in a different spot as well.

Once again they're quite tied at 15. He never thought he'd be having a competition over something like this. ]

I feel quite the same in that regard. A win is best when it's earned, don't you think?

[ As it stands, though? He IS a human so eventually the pain may get too much but for now it was okay. ]

[superstylishsquid]

Exactly, there's no satisfaction without a challenge.

[He grins, seemingly taking the lingering jab as a challenge, and...that next stab is in the butt, followed by a quick poke somewhere else. 20.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ O h. That one hit does make him jump slightly, simply because of the placement and for a second he looks absolutely aghast that someone would go for such a spot. ]

My, full of surprises, aren't you?

[ Roland at least doesn't look offended, shifting a little how he's standing and offering a challenging smile in turn. Then he proceeds to return the favor, starting with the same location as Alastor had and giving a distinct stab before moving on to not just do one quick poke elsewhere, but TWO.

At least they weren't as distinct as the others but they'd be felt all the same. 22. ]

[superstylishsquid]

[That reaction? Has him laughing. His eyes glow a little brighter, almost literally twinkling with amusement.]

Predictability gets you beat. Besides, I just love the look on people's faces when they didn't see something coming.

[A quick poke behind each knee gets even for those last two, followed by a jab next to a shoulder blade. 27.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ All of this - to him - is merely in good fun and he's actually enjoying himself despite the pain, and it's nice to see his fellow companion feels quite the same in this regard.

He sucks in a sharp breath at each of those hits behind his knees, the pain lingering enough that it's not quite enough to be simply ignored. Only if one catches the slight tension in his jaw, they'd be able to tell that it was starting to wear on him now. ]

I can't say I disagree with that. You're truly an interesting fellow, indeed.

[ Normally Roland wouldn't go for such a direct hit but hey. Going to add one singular stab to the stomach along with a smaller poke to an arm (27), about to continue before something interrupts them. ]