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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.
There are currently 16 strangers in this place.]
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[He's in the kitchen, rummaging around for something or other with one hand...while the other hand grips a piece of photo paper so hard it crumples.]
Thirsty? I need some sugar right now.
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[He sees that clenched fist, before nodding.]
I could go for something, yes. I take it you've something in mind?
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[He understands mortals in a lot of ways...but in some things, his perspective is very different. He hums and grabs a bar of cooking chocolate.]
I was going to make hot chocolate. Cocoa tends to help me relax when I'm tense.
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[Blood sure doesn't smell pleasant to people who don't consume it, that's for sure.]
That sounds lovely. Though I suppose it's due to the effect cocoa has on restless spirits?
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Anyway, maybe? I didn't know it has an effect on spirits in general, but that's probably just because it wasn't around in my neck of the woods before my extended stay on an island in the middle of nowhere. You want marshmallows?
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[He shrugs, with a slight wince.]
We are still confined by our origins, for all we attempt to grow out of them.
And no, no marshmellows please. Just the hot chocolate alone is enough.
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[His tail flicks distractedly, before he shakes his head and makes for the fridge to get some milk.]
You wanna grab a pot for me to melt this in?
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[He gets up, quickly grabbing a pot and handing it over.]
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[He pours a few cups of milk into the pot and sets it to heat.]
Those of us who remember the days when humans treated us like fell gods to appease instead of monsters to hunt down don't exactly agree with the younger generations that think we should be hunting them to extinction.
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[He'll lean against the counter as they talk, though he's ready to grab anything else Alastor might need.]
Though it is nice to know some of you still have a smidgen of affection for the humans that ultimately abandoned you.
[Since, well. In his world, the Age of Common Sense currently rules, and magical creatures have been forced into isolation if not driven away entirely.]
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[So technically, he was considered more of a capricious god than an outright evil one. He shrugs and starts chopping the chocolate into smaller pieces.]
Humans have good reason to be wary of the occult these days. Between demons who go out of their way to kill as many humans as possible and warlocks who sacrifice other mortals for demonic power...