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

[voidseeing]

[In contrast, Gai simply holds the doll steady, almost as if it's waiting. In a way, it's funny how accurate its blank expression is in a situation like this-- it looks approximately as unimpressed as the real Inori would be if she were faced with such a thing.]

I warned you.

[yesorwoof]

Hyaaaaaaa!

Oh, right, I thought fighting would be fun, but we shouldn't harm the dolls, so like this...

[Makima gently puts her palm on Inori's big head (as allowed), forming a buffer between her and Chainsaw Man's (dull) blade. He jumped at her head first.]

SHKSHKSHKSHK.

[Chainsaw grinding noises.]

[voidseeing]

Right... don't want to forget the rules.

[Not that Gai particularly cares about the rules, but in this case he wouldn't be the one breaking them.]

... hmm. This would work better if I had a gun for my doll. Too bad this place decided she didn't need one.

[How they would actually make that work while playing with the dolls, well...]

[yesorwoof]

A gun? Woah! That's illegal in Japan!

[Chainsaw Man recoils in Makima's hand. Makima has a grin of utter hilarity on her face.]

We can always pretend. You know. [She makes the universal gesture for gun with her free hand and gestures according to her words:] Bang! Bang! Bang!

[voidseeing]

Gai doesn't care whether it's illegal.

[Outing himself here, but it's not like he cares when his profile says he likes firearms. What's there to hide at this point?

Lifting up one of Inori's little arms, he intones solemnly:]

Bang.