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.]

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[exequte]

[She smiles up at him, faintly.]

I love you, Daddy.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[For once, he doesn't gush over her.

Instead, he merely unlatches his cape from his shoulder, placing it on hers so it can cover her completely.]

It's getting colder, and you've a habit of taking ill. This may not be well insulated against the cold, but it should help stave off the worst of it.

[exequte]

[She smiles up at him. It's not as bright as normal, but it's a little less shaky than it was.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Well, that deserves a quick hug - though with her in the cuddlepile, he doesn't stick to it too long, but his intent is clear.

He'll be here.]