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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[somuchshipping]

[>Power: Able to summon and charge up fireballs.]

[And here Hermes is, trying to get the poster down from off the wall.]

[onychomance]

[???

Kira is sweating. Especially his palms are. But yes, even so, this erroneous conclusion cannot be ignored.]

What are you doing to that poster of the Mona Lisa?!

[DISTRESSED ENGINE NOISES get away from his classical painting waifu]

[somuchshipping]

[Oh, hey, Kira!]

[Wait...]

The... Mona Lisa...?

[Hermes managed to take the poster off without further damage and looks at it once again.]

...Something about that name... it just feels... right. ThisIsSoWeird! It'sLikeIRemember ThisPaintingYet ThisIsTheFirstTime I'veSeenIt!

cw: Liking The Mona Lisa A Little Too Much

[onychomance]

Oh... ahh.... you too, huh?

[Kira daubs at the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. His engine noises continue, but they are less distressed now, lowering to a mere rumble.]

I also just remembered the experience of seeing this painting for the first time... How fortunate! How invigorating...

[He

He has a boner]

1/3

[somuchshipping]

Invigorating...? I mean. It's more like I forgot this painting... or like I was never supposed to have known about it in the first place yet remember it. It just looked so famili-

2/3

[somuchshipping]

[>invigorating]

3/3

[somuchshipping]

A loved one back at your home, huh?

[onychomance]

[hurgle! What a fool he was for thinking that Hermes of all things might understand! Yoshikage Kira was swept up in the euphoria of the moment - of that innocent-but-not memory washing over him like a wave at full force! He takes a seat at the nearest Baccarat table, crossing his legs. He considers this. You know what? There's basically no harm in admitting some of this to Hermes. He's already so weird, who even cares what he thinks?]

I forgot this until just now... I have loved the Mona Lisa since I was a boy. I saw her in a library, and I just had to have her. So yes, you could say that. I cherished her very much.

[somuchshipping]

Awww, that's so sweet of you to do! What did you save her from? PleaseTellMeThereWasSomeAction! Did you rescue her from an evil magic user?

[Hermes bobs up and down, eager to hear the full story.]

[strangerpeople]

[







No no, don't mind me, I'll just popcorn this, lol.]

[onychomance]

...?

[He said "have", not "save", so he's a little lost.]

None of that. I just devoted a great deal of time gazing at her loveliness. If there was any magic involved, all I can say is this. She is... a truly enchanting painting.

[But the confusion isn't the only thing that's distracting him now. His eyes shift around.]

I have the strangest feeling we're being watched. [Which is most unfortunate, since he's so turned on all by himself. He uncrosses and re-crosses his legs with a discomforted look.]

OOPS I MISREAD THEN

[somuchshipping]

Have you met Mona in person? If anything, you two might make a really cute couple!

[Someone's watching them? Hermes glances around, too.]

[strangerpeople]

[It's mainly the cameras all watching them, so. It's not wrong.

In any case, if anyone wants to examine the poster, it's a-ok!]

[somuchshipping]

[Well. At least it's just the cameras, right?]

[Nonetheless, Hermes examines the back of the poster like he was originally intending to.]

I don't see anything aside from the security cameras.

[strangerpeople]

[On the back is something scribbled on it: sectio aurea?]

[onychomance]

Ah, of course. I suppose it's difficult to get used to even now.

[He'll just reminisce for a moment while Hermes looks at that.]

[somuchshipping]

[Hold on, let Hermes concentrate for a bit and... there we go!

...Huh. Weird that it says that. Okay, concentrating a little more...]

...Okay! Hermes starts carefully and casually rolling the poster up so it doesn't get more damaged and starts walking toward the exit of the casino.]

Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Having cameras focused on you is a necessity in my game! Otherwise, how would the players see anything?

[onychomance]

Hang on! Where are you going with that?

[Kira gets up now. He has taken care of the problem, more or less.]

[somuchshipping]

I'm going to put it into my item pile in the closet in my room. Why do you ask?

[onychomance]

Your "item pile?" In the closet? Don't do that, it'll get wrinkled. The burns are bad enough - besides, it's art. Why not leave it on display?

[somuchshipping]

[Kleptomaniac Activated]

Because I don't want anyone to steal what I stole!

[onychomance]

Hey now.

[Kira reaches up and puts a hand on top of Hermes' monitor. And another hand on his hip. He looks at Hermes very seriously.]

Are you really going to be like that? After asking so much about my feelings for her, you would go ahead and steal my girl? Hermes. Be reasonable.

[somuchshipping]

[.............Aww, nuts. Hermes is in a precarious position that could further damage his shell. It would be so annoying to have to attempt to buff out all those potential dents and bangs.]

[...Suddenly, Hermes glowers.]

Take your hand off me or I rip her in half, wheel man.

[Getting a little aggressive there, Hermes.]

[godspiousjasper]

[ You two have been so caught up in your argument that Roland's come in to check things out and simply... just grabbed the poster from Hermes. ]

Ah, what's this?

[ Hello, you two. ]

[onychomance]

[Ah, the resident Parisian is here to settle things. That makes this so much easier, now that the stolen item has already been re-stolen. He removes his hand from Hermes' head as lightly as a feather, as if he were actually acquiescing with a gentle shrug.]

The Prado Mona Lisa, I believe. As a Parisian, you must be familiar with her, yes? Personally, I believe the way Da Vinci portrayed the gentleness of her resting hands is sheer perfection.