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.



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[jinglebros]

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[ A smile? ]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[




GRABS AOI'S EAR.]

I believe someone has earned himself a mouth washing, hm?

[jinglebros]

[ Aoi... freezes.

It's obvious this has triggered something, from the way he goes white. ]

Uh.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[See, he was going to just make a joke or act like he was going to drag him off, but he wasn't Serious. Aoi is old enough to make such jokes, so it wasn't as if he was really taking offence.

But when he sees that, he immediately lets his hand drop, looking genuinely concerned.]

Aoi? Are you alright? My apologies - I suppose that was a rather poor joke on my part.