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

[autonomousthought]

...trees are alive, but don't talk. I guess a lot of people wouldn't think trees have souls, though...

[Depending on the particular person's beliefs, anyway. This whole field is weird for Ritsu, though. She deals in math, science. Things that can be quantified and measured.]

I guess it's just hard to imagine a weapon could have one.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...I believe trees have souls. In fact, I think everything has a soul. And if they don't have one, they can make one of their own. Maybe I just have an odd imagination, but...I don't see a weapon right now.

[autonomousthought]

Make one...maybe I did, then. I made my own personality and heart.

No, I guess you wouldn't. [Small smile-] Part of the "not my body" thing and all.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

Well, it doesn't matter what your body is. You're a person to me.

[autonomousthought]

[Giggle- ow. Laughing is bad with injured everything.]

I am a person. I fought hard for that.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[Oh god this got awkward suddenly.]

Oh, uh...sorry about that, by the way. I wasn't intending...I was only trying to stab people in the butt because I was certain the pain would be...you know. Minimal.

[autonomousthought]

[Oh. Right. Zack was the vicious butt-stabber.]

Decent logic...but it has made sitting hard.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

I, uh. Surely there's something I can do about that?

[autonomousthought]

I think at this point we...just wait for it to stop hurting.

[Ritsu doubts she'll heal. None of the bruises from the first day have. Hopefully they'll at least stop hurting so much...]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...All right. But really, if you need something, let me know, all right?

[autonomousthought]

[She's quiet, for a moment. Reviewing her racing thoughts as the stabbing game ended.

There are several things she needs, none of which anyone here can provide.]

I will.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[A...well, he's going to pat Ritsu on the shoulder, if that's ok.]