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

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I will not allow the man that inflicted grievous bodily harm upon me to look like he'd be at home with the beggars of london, my dear. It's about reputation!

[exequte]

I don't know. There's a power in being presentable, after all. And besides, if that is what he looks like you can make fun of him for it.

[superstylishsquid]

There's not much unique there to make fun of...

[exequte]

Maybe... but that's something too, right?

[superstylishsquid]

I guess we can always point out how generic he is. Looks like someone you'd see as a quickly thrown in extra.

[exequte]

If he's supposed to look impressive, then he certainly doesn't. Everyone who said they were a villain here would make much more of an entrance.

[superstylishsquid]

Of course. Just showing up on a TV recording? Where's the flair? I can promise you that when I make an entrance, it's memorable.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

....Of course! You're entirely correct, just as I expect you to be!

[He smiles at her, foul mood lightened.]

Truly, I haven't the foggiest idea what he was thinking. Circle sunglasses, on that sort of head? He looks overmuch like a great boiled egg!

[exequte]

[That change makes her beam at him.]

Yes, exactly.