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.]

Comments

[exequte]

[She seems content with this choice and just stands pressed against him for a little while before finally pulling a couple steps away.]

I'm... sorry for doing that, I...

[Another pause before she looks up into his face again, eyes still wet, and then hesitantly reaches out to take his hand, if he'll let her.]

You're a good man, Hubert von Vestra. I'm glad I got to meet you, even if it had to be somewhere like this.

[pegasinister]

[He sputters and turns bright red, looking away]

I most certainly am not. But... I will attempt to take your words into consideration.

[exequte]

[That makes her giggle.]

Yes you are.

Even if you need to take better care of yourself.