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

[exequte]

[She hugs her back--never too many hugs, and after that kind of sharing she honestly needs them.

At her words about the door to C Deck, Akane's eyes briefly flash up to Makima's face again and for a second they are shining with terror, but she bites her lip and closes them again after.]

Okay.

[Her voice is small, and a little rough.]

Sorry....

[yesorwoof]

No. [She pets the back of Akane's hair rhythmically.] Even if Zero hadn't modified our memories, I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't remember. It's a scientific fact that when a child's heart breaks, it can't always retrieve traumatic memories from the brain.

[Makima finally begins to draws away completely, finishing with a pat to the crown of the head.]

Whatever you remember later, it doesn't matter. It looks like a lot of us here care about what happened to you and want to help you get back every part of the normal life you deserved to have.