WEEK 3

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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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[Brain frowns for half a moment--and there's a trickle of confusion--before he realizes he recognizes that expression on Hubert's face.

He's not nearly as expressive as Heart by any means, but...Brain's seen that look enough times to know what it means, though Hubert wears it far more subtly. That, combined with the past tense and the anxious tapping, well...]

...I see.

[Brain is not human. He's made that entirely clear. He has very little sympathy for them, usually, for a variety of reasons ('Few better motivations than spite.' Hubert had said, and Brain could very well not deny it,) but this...feels different.

The question is...why?]