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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[lovedthemost]

[Anyway, he blinks, pausing--]

Ah, right, I should be able to put emotion into it...

[Brain that was the whole point of this. So, right, he's going to try and focus on that emotion--that burning jealousy that pushed him to evolve, thinking of Medic and how she hangs on Heart, and how much Heart values her council--

and then he's going to try playing again]

[strangerpeople]

[Of course it would be, Brain.

This puts a darker timbre in the music, and colors the notes a distinctly rich shade of green.]

[lovedthemost]

[Brain pulls the saxophone back a bit to watch those notes float away]

That seems to have worked. [okay, that's that part of the experiment down]

I wonder if I can aim these at something, instead of having them float away...

[he turns towards one of the pews and tries to uhhh aim the saxophone's bell at it??

He then sinks down into that envy again, letting it wrap around him like an old familiar friend as he plays another string of notes on the saxophone]