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.



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Comments

[lovedthemost]

Interesting. I wonder why that's so.

[he's studying Hubert's face with a slight frown of concern...and then, after a moment of thought--]

Let's go to the tea room.

[and he'll just invite himself into Hubert's space, moving to try and tuck his hand into his elbow and just start leading them towards the tea room]

[pegasinister]

[He bristles slightly from the closeness, but with how cold it is he doesn't really resist. Tea sounds nice, in fact]

Very well.

I know I said I was going to bed but

[lovedthemost]

[oh good, in that case he'll just scoot them over there, heading for a table]

Are you interested in that pine tea you had last time? Or something different?

[and before Hubert can even answer, Brain is letting out a huff that sounds vaguely like annoyance]

You look like you're turning into an icicle. [he sure does sound annoyed, but he's also pulling off that warm green scarf he's wearing and making to push it into Hubert's hands] Put this on, at least.

[pegasinister]

[he was about to answer but suddenly scarf and wow he's turning pink.]

Ah... yes. Thank you. And something warming I suppose? Cinnamon if they have it.

[he stares at the scarf for a bit before putting it on- it's way too cold to grouse about it]

[lovedthemost]

[Brain looks rather pleased when Hubert puts the scarf on, and then brightens at the mention of cinnamon]

Ah, cinnamon! I've had that before!

[he says it like it's something new he's discovered recently lmao. But he's going over to get that tea...and are those cinnamon buns that he's retrieving, also?]

[pegasinister]

[he chuckles at the buns- sweets are usually a no for him, but he can tolerate a little icing for cinnamon's sake]

I will admit it's one of my favorites, though there are few foods I find particularly exciting.

[lovedthemost]

Normally food is not something I'm particularly interested in either. [matter-of-factly, as he puts the cinnamon buns and cups of tea and a teapot on a tray to bring over]

However, in addition to sealing off my ability to shift into my other shape, this ship has somehow changed my body itself, and I now seem to regularly require some sort of sustenance that has sugar in it