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The Fifteen Strangers Mods ([personal profile] strangerpeople) wrote in [community profile] 15strangers2023-06-24 11:34 pm
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WEEK 3

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.]
exequte: (hardly anyone even died mostly sometimes)

[personal profile] exequte 2023-06-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[She smiles faintly.]

Well, I'm not going to make you get out to give it to you. But okay. I'll go get yours too.

[It doesn't take long, really, before she's back and hands Makima her envelope. She herself is shivering after her time out of the warm, humid air, especially since the steam has clung to her hair and clothing. She had skated there, as it seemed faster than to walk, but that had only perhaps added fast moving air to the equation, and ice, and it was beginning to seem that it hadn't been such a good idea after all.]
Edited 2023-06-28 03:08 (UTC)
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[personal profile] yesorwoof 2023-06-28 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Makima is still in her swimsuit, sitting on the bench and physically dry. She glances up at Akane, who is tiny but still standing, with her frizzy hair.]

I wonder if that gremlin will ever give us some nicer hair wraps...

[She opens the envelope, at an angle where it's not entirely impossible for Akane to see - if not the face of the young man, then certainly the (admittedly generic) Public Safety uniform of white dress shirt and black tie. Makima purses her lips.]

"As above, so below."