WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3



[The week begins as last week began. But there's is a great difference-murder. It has happened. Blood has been drawn; it cannot be undone. The Game has made itself known. The Game is paramount. The Game simply is.

As morning dawns, those who were not present with the DEAD lock will find that the doors that were locked are now gone-and a whole new area has finally opened up to them. They will also find that they remember something they had not been able to recall beforehand. The question is, was it worth it?

And-is it you, or is the ship getting...colder as the hours go by? No, it's not just you. By the end of Sunday, the ship has started to dip into freezing temperatures. It might be difficult for people to bundle up-unless you're Brain, who will find his closet inundated with winter clothing that fit him perfectly.

Yup. This is going to be a long week, as if last week wasn't bad enough.



There are currently 16 strangers in this place.]

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SK. 7 (Tuesday)

[strangerpeople]

MOTIVE: This One Goes Out To...

[15unknowns]

[As Tuesday dawns, all is quiet. The sun (?) is shining, the bird is kwehing, the bear is perfectly fine. Everyone is fine. Everything is fine.

Until it isn't.

The screens pop back into existence, and Zero's face appears as he speaks.]

What would you kill for?

Many would claim they would never do such a thing, but this...is a lie. Especially if, for example, someone they cared for is in danger. When that happens...what, exactly, would you do? Fight for them? Die for them? Kill for them? I wonder.

Each of you will find an envelope under your pillow. Enclosed will be a photograph of an individual you care for. A loving parent. A close friend, perhaps. A lover? Maybe even a child. Or perhaps a beloved pet. A fond mentor. It doesn't matter who. That person...we have decided to bring them to the Gigantic. When they arrive, they will be brought to the theater...and...

Well. I suppose I don't need to tell you what will happen. Those who saw Mr. Connor's body know. In any case, you have until the end of the week to do something about it. Kill another to save your loved one from this fate. It is your only option. And if you get away with it...why, you will be reunited with them. You would have more than X-Passes, after all, if you succeed.

Or...you can be resolute in your convictions that you would never kill another-and attend the show being planned come Sunday.

The choice, as ever, is yours.

[kzzzzssht]

[1/2]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[No. No. NonononononononoNONONONONONONONONONONO-]

[2/2]

[not_a_lego_maniac]

[And then he opens the envelope.]

. . .


Um.

Is this a joke?

[1/2]

[unpossibilities]

[Kaito opens the envelope. Immediately, he's filled with dread - this is something Monokuma's used before on him, this is something that isn't unfamiliar to him - he still remembers, he remembers his grandparents there, looking solemn and so...so broken. It broke his heart to see them so despondent, so frightened, so....so full of despair...

He shakes as he pulls the picture out.]

[2/2]

[unpossibilities]

[He takes one look at it, and it flutters down to the floor.

On the picture is a stoic-looking girl with sharp red eyes that have seen too much in her time, for her age. She's around the same age as Kaito. She has two long pigtails, and in her hand she clutches a dagger. There's an undeniable fright in her eyes, and she looks into the camera, despondent.

Kaito flips the photo over. On the back of the picture is a note.

She survived the last one. Would you really heartlessly strip that victory away from her?

It's clearly from Zero.

The picture flutters down onto the ground. Kaito's lost grasp of it. He's completely pale white.]

....I have to go.

[He then starts running out the door, running to his room, he can't think right now, he has to think--]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[At hearing the motive, Moriarty goes still as he sits in the Tea Room.

He'd thought perhaps it would have had something to do with the drastic change in temperature they were experiencing - but no. No, instead...]

...It appears you have finally decided to truly begin the game, hm?

[He looks calm. There's not a trace of any upset on his face, his expression carefully neutral.

But the creaking of leather gives away how tightly one of his fists is clenching, out of sight.]

[exequte]

[Its the lack of expression that concerns her, the carefully schooled blankness that verges on boredom, and she slips after him a little time after hes been in the tea room, giving him time alone to process, if that is what he wants, but hesitating in the door and looking in.]

[yesorwoof]

[Makima is caught mid-stride as she comes out of the changing room in a two-piece swimsuit, as if Zero was waiting for her. She sighs, enters the pool, and sighs again, relaxing.]

Under our pillows? Then let's wait in here a little while longer.

[lovedthemost]

[Brain is sitting on one of the benches in a pair of green swim trunks and foggy glasses--and honestly had looked about ready to bolt for his room when she says that.

Why does he need to look? He knows who it is already.

He resettles, but can't quite keep the anxious look off his face.]

[exequte]

[Akane considers this for a moment, then shakes her head. She, at least, is still dressed.]

Would you like me to get your envelope when I get mine, Makima? It seems like it might be better to know.

[exequte]

[Akane, curled up in the only warm room in the place, tracing the patterns on the walls dreamily, when the announcement came, and she blanched at the thought of it. So many people. It was like the trolley problem, in some new and horrible form.

Her expression changed somewhat, however, when she examines her picture, becoming confused. A young man, with messy brown hair and a determined expression.]

Do I... know him?

[not_a_lego_maniac]

...you too, huh?

[valkavian]

Oh man, you too? I don't even recognize the bitch on mine.

[somuchshipping]

[Hermes rushes to his room and grabs the envelope, tearing it out from underneath the pillow. He quickly opens it and goes to see who it is and...]

[...Oh... So he'll be without HIM until the next universe if that happens...]

[...]

[valkavian]

...what the fuck?

[autonomousthought]

[Ritsu is in the lounge when she hears.] A...fond....?

[She jolts to her feet, only barely keeping her balance, and races to her cabin as fast as her power lets her. She stumbles quite a bit on the way; this cold is doing her coordination no favors. Once there, she has to clamber around the catillac taking up most of the space.

With trembling fingers, she tears her envelope open.]

Ni.... Nise-san...?! No.... no, no, no......

[The picture flutters from her fingers. She tries to scramble backward out into the hall, over the roof of the car. As if the photo will hurt her. She falls off it and lands hard on the floor. She does not move.]

[valkavian]

[ Val's coming out of the sauna and has just changed back into her clothes when she sees a photo of... A girl in her college years, with deep purple hair. Affixed to her shirt is a name tag that just says "hello, my name is GRIMACE"

Her expression is one of confusion. ]

Sorry, who's this bitch?

[yesorwoof]

[Makima is also now coming out in clothes again a bit later.]

Oh, I should have realized that not showing up in photos might be a myth.

[Since Val prances around the chapel and all.]

[jinglebros]

[ Aoi opened his in private. Now he's wandering the halls, looking panicked and out of it. He's stark white. ]

[pegasinister]

[He doesn't even bother to get up from his space on the spa bench, warming up in a pair of trunks, skin blotchy pink. Why would he? He knows exactly what is in that envelope. His fingers lance, and he rests his mouth and nose against them, eyes narrowed and dilated.

.... yet for all his stoicness his hands are trembling]

It is a honeypot, nothing more... it... must be.

[godspiousjasper]

[ To those who have seen Roland these past weeks? He's been friendly, cheerful and almost radiating sunshine for the most part.

So anyone who may see him after the motive's been announced and he's seen the photograph? There's no mistake that he's absolutely livid, his one hand set into a fist so tight his knuckles are going white and the other is clutching his photograph.

He's definitively making his way towards the Chapel, but most interestingly? He's speaking in his native tongue. ]

Vous ne prendrez PAS Vanitas de ce monde. Il a un objectif trop important à remplir. Je ne peux pas le laisser mourir..

MESS HALL

[superstylishsquid]

[Alastor had noticed the envelope earlier, and decided to open it after breakfast. He's in the mess hall when the monitor schlorps down...and hopefully everyone else eating has a strong stomach, because he's about to make the room live up to its name.

As soon as he opens the envelope, his eyes widen, then flare so bright as to be almost painful to look at. A second later comes the sound of crunching electronics and splattering blood, as he hurls a sword from metallic wings suddenly on his back through the monitor.]

In the Mess Hall

[strangerpeople]

[ There is a large toblerone in the mess hall. When we talk about large, we don't mean the standard Giant Toblerone. No, it's sitting on multiple tables, stretches across their surfaces and the air inbetween. It's probably 15 feet long.

Toblerone! ]

[pegasinister]

What is... this monstrosity??