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

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[After the, well, breakdown she basically had over him in the hallway when this first started, Moriarty isn't pleased that she's running herself ragged over this.

But it isn't as if he can stop her, after all. The best he can do is just lie here and bleed, though at the very least bandages and dressing are sopping up the worst of it. He's still a mess, even in the extra t-shirt given to them, as his poor blouse, vest, and pants are soaked through with drying blood in the corner.

His cape is weirdly not bloodstained, though. It really should be, but it just...isn't. go figure.

As she enters, he frowns at her slightly.]

You should rest...my dear. You must keep a - good eye on your health, and...being in a room with an old man when...there are other things more worth your time...

[Goddamn he can't wait until the lung and throat injuries heal up, it's annoying running out of breath.]

...besides, I'm...hardly an able...conversationalist as I am now.

[exequte]

I'm part of the reason you're in this mess. I don't... want anything to happen to you. Or anything more.

[She takes his hand in hers, carefully. He feels a little too cold, and she a little too warm, though she's not sure he'll notice. Blood loss, even if somehow you aren't dying, is... distracting, she's sure.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Despite his injuries, he'll squeeze her hand back, even as he sighs in a bit of exasperation.]

And I - for one - hardly...want to be the reason you end up collapsing, Akane. I merely...underestimated how well I could...handle injuries.

[He looks a bit...well, chagrined at that.]

I am...for lack of a better term...not used to being - a normal human man.