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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[hatesdeerstalkers]

Me?

[He blinks, before chuckling a little.]

Yes, I...suppose I am. How strange - I'd tightened up before I could realize...

[He taps a finger aimlessly on the table.]

I assume that has something to do with the fact that memories are slowly returning to us all.

[exequte]

[She looks at his face, then down at his restless hands, and finally shifts a chair over so its directly next to his and sits as closely as she can, laying her head gently against his arm.]

I'm sure it will be all right.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Yes, it most certainly will be.

[He almost absent-mindedly rests one of his hands on her head, before looking over at her quietly.]

My dear, would you mind if we went somewhere...quiet, to speak? There's a few things I must talk to you about.

[exequte]

[She looks up at him for a moment and finally smiles, just a little, but sweetly.]

No. I don't mind.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Thank you.

[He smiles back, because of course he does.]

Now, if you'll follow me...