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

Sauna

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[You know, they may not have the friendliest of relationships, but they are at least together in Fuck It's Cold so Let's Warm Up.]

...I wouldn't have expected a Turkish Bath in this place, personally.

[He just...says that. Out loud. To the air? Who the fuck knows.]

Re: Sauna

[valkavian]

Some of the stuff they put in cruise boats is pretty insane, but...actually, nah. I can see it.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Oh?

[Humor him, he has literally never been on a cruise ship.]

Is strange excess common on them, then?

[valkavian]

Had to sneak onto one for a mission once, you would not believe the arms race all the cruise companies are in with each other.

I think the one we were on had fake skydiving or some shit, but I wasn't there for that, I was there to kill someone who was on the boat.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

A mission? Are you part of an organization of some sort?

[Since, well. Vampires having a super secret club isn't unheard of in his world - just ask the DAA.]

Though I can easily see you as an Assassin.

[valkavian]

Me and my pack, yeah. My wife, Lolo, she used to work closely with the Archbishop of San Antonio 'till this bitch shot him into a fire. Now Shooty McCowgirl's running the show there, calls herself the Baron as if she's not a huge piece of shit. We'd mostly been in and out of Houston for the past thirty or forty years ever since.

We were on the boat because a Cainite who'd been selling secrets to the Cammies snuck on board and figured the ship was a big enough place to hide while they got the hell out of dodge. Traveling between cities gets dicey for most Cainites if you're not made of money.