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

[yesorwoof]

Yes. A bit like anpan.

[Well he's probably heard of all those things in passing at some point. She's standing at a counter with a five-inch cinnamon bun that fills up its own saucer - then pauses and grabs frosting, so she'll have to apply that for a moment.]

You know, for most humans, this would be quite nutritionally imbalanced. But there are exceptions.

[lovedthemost]

I've never tried an anpan. [he knows what it is but...it's never occurred to him to try it

Though he is looking on eagerly as Makima prepares that cinnamon bun--though he scoffs at that last bit]

I'm not human, so I hardly think any nutrition, imbalanced or otherwise, matters.

[yesorwoof]

It's true, but I don't have any better basis to use. I don't see lips or stomachs that would lead me to start feeding you grass like a cow.

[She has two nice concentric circles of frosting on the cinnamon bun and now puts the saucer down for Brain, complete with a cute little fork.]

Meshiagare.

1/2

[lovedthemost]

[Brain watches as Makima finishes preparing that cinnamon bun, and maybe looks a little bit eager--though he rolls his eyes at the cow comment]

I don't think physical attributes matter here, since I can't seem to shift to my other form.

There's something that's been done to my body--not only have my powers or abilities been taken away, but I can no longer access that.

[lovedthemost]

[oh, but he is immediately distracted as she puts that saucer down, looking eager as he reaches to pull the saucer closer, picking up the fork]

Itadakimasu.

[brightly, before cutting into that cinnamon bun with the side of the fork and managing to wrangle himself a piece--which he then pops in his mouth, chewing--and his expression shifts to delight. He swallows]

Ah, that's so delicious!