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

[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