Week 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[It's been one week on the Gigantic
and it's clear that Zero
is a big dickzzzzzsht



A week has passed. However, there is no denying anymore that the power Zero possesses is very real. One person is already dead because of this, regardless of what, exactly, the Gimme's role in it was.

There is also no denying that the ship is somehow powered by blood, if not made of blood entirely. Why? How? And what do the clues uncovered in the previous week have to do with it?

The watches, meanwhile have not changed in any way. Everyone is still in their color groups. The doors to the next floor are still locked as well. Perhaps those are also murder dependent. Which is...also not good. But at least there's food and laundry down here, so...maybe it'll get boring eventually, but for now, infinite confinement on the bottom decks of the ship may not be so bad. right?

...Right?



There are currently 18 strangers on this ship.]

Comments

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...Thanks, Madge. I appreciate the thought.











So. Um. I have a bunch of butter if you want toast.

[threwabone]

...sure, why not.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[Well, time to make toast and...fiddle with the knobs he supposes.]

Uh, light or dark?

[threwabone]

Light, preferably, but I'll take anything that's not burnt.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[Let's see....two minutes???]

I guess that'll work.


I should probably figure out what this...weird fruit thing is, too?

[threwabone]

You haven't tried it yet?

[Looking at it...]

...actually, pears aren't supposed to be red, right?

[Like, she's pretty sure?? But also she's not a fruit expert + parallel dimension stuff, this could be normal for all she knows]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

I don't think so...

[He goes to open it up, and...]


...Pretty sure pears don't have giant black balls in them like this.

[threwabone]

[...opens mouth

closes mouth

opens mouth again, trying desperately to think of something to say

closes mouth again, failing miserably

what the Hell]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

. . .

You want to try it?

[threwabone]

You first.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

Sure.

[He decides to forego eating the giant black grape-things, instead going for the stuff that actually looks like fruit, ripping it out and separating the black ball from the rest.

Slowly, he pops it into his mouth.]

...

[threwabone]

[Silently watching.

Waiting.

(is he going to explode? she feels like he's going to explode-)]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...

......

..........................

Oh, hey! This isn't bad at all! Here, try it!

[threwabone]

I...think I'll take the label of being a picky eater and say I'll pass.

[not_a_lego_maniac]

Well, more for me, then.

[Om om]

I wonder what this is called. It's definitely not a fruit like a pomegranate, or an apple...

[threwabone]

Maybe it's an alien plant? Or...a demon plant, maybe.

[She's trying to keep an open mind about these things.]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...a demon plant?


[uhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[threwabone]

Alastor is a demon! Maybe there are plants like this in Hell! I don't know!

[She didn't exactly pay attention to the descriptions of plants when it was brought up in church, if it ever was!]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...maybe he knows something then! That's quite brilliant!

[...For a second, Zack's accent changes, he's that excited.]

[threwabone]

Uh, thanks.

[Oh, he's British. Disappointment immeasurable, day ruined, etc etc.]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

You're welcome!

[He doesn't seem to realize his accent's slipped.]

[threwabone]

...so are you going to explain the accent, or...?