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

Sauna/Spa

[lovedthemost]

[Really, it's the screaming that gets is attention, considering how makes him jump, scared out of his skin for a moment, flinching back and staring, wide-eyed, at the doors to the spa until the screaming finally dies down.

Only then does he have the courage to poke his head in, very cautiously, around the door. He's all bundled up in those provided winter clothes, with a warm jacket in his signature green , the fur on the hood almost obscuring his eyes behind his glasses as he peers in.

However, once he sees who's in there, he blinks, straightening a little bit.]

Val?

Re: Sauna/Spa

[valkavian]

I'M FREEZING MY TITS OFF HERE!

[ Hi Brain, she's not enjoying it. ]

[lovedthemost]

[. . . .]

It is a bit chilly. [dryly, he says, as if he isn't toasty warm rn]

[valkavian]

Ya think?

[ And she's just gonna flip herself over, as if she's a rotisserie chicken. ]

[lovedthemost]

[alkdshfs okay ]

Are you particularily succeptible to the cold?