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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[somuchshipping]

[Hermes spots Aoi in the halls... not looking too good.

...

Yeah, Hermes really shouldn't focus on his own problems. He doesn't deserve to.]

Who was it...?

[jinglebros]

A complete innocent, who deserves none of this.

[ But didn't that count for the first Game, too? ]

[somuchshipping]

[...]

Want me to get you some pancakes? Or another type of ration?

[jinglebros]

Pancakes.

[ He almost smiles. Just a ghost of a smile. ]

[somuchshipping]

[And off nyooms Hermes, returning minutes later with a plate of pancakes. Who knew Hermes knew how to cook?]

Want to eat them in our room?

[jinglebros]

You know how to cook?

Okay.

[somuchshipping]

I've had some really inexperienced crews at times.

[Hermes shall take the lead going to the bedroom, and does so at an acceptable pace. Once there, he'll hand the plate and utensils off to Aoi.]

Eating this should boost your Morale.

[Hermes says that as if it's a stat to keep in check.]