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

[pegasinister]

You would be correct. A... companion of mine considered himself a tea connoisseur.

"Hubert! As a nobleman you must be willing to expand your pallet! Though I fear you have killed every sense of taste you had with all the coffee you drink. Even looking at it gives me the shakes...!"

[hes clearly mimicking, and slightly mocking, someone else.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Moriarty gives a laugh as he sets everything down on the table, sitting down himself.]

Coffee does have that affect, certainly! Much too intense for my age, sadly.

[He puts a cup - with a special mustache guard - in front of him, before offering a clean cup for Hubert.]

What's in the pot this time is...hm, not truly a tea, but one familiar to me nonetheless. And it should be more favorable to your palate than whatever you currently happen to be drinking!

[pegasinister]

A mysterious non-tea drink... well, it would certainly be bold of you to attempt to poison me out in the open. But my curiosity is peaked.

[He nods in consent]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Oh, please. I would never poison a curse user - that's merely asking for trouble, and most of them microdose with poison besides.

[He pours the tea, which is a lovely red color. It smells citrus-y, but when taken a sip of, a much more fruity, berry-like drink will come to the senses.]

I hope it is to your liking, at the very least! I felt something a bit...brighter would be best in these conditions.

[pegasinister]

[He sips... and is reminded both of the dried Dagdan fruits he liked... and the fruit tea he would see Ferdinand drink during their meetings. A... soft longing look crosses his face, but it doesn't linger long.

No looking back.]

It is lovely.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I'm glad I chose wisely, then.

[He sees that look, taking a sip himself.]

Rosehips have always been a delight, I must admit. Though some might turn up their noses at it not being true tea, it is from a hardier plant than most would suspect, unlike tea.

[pegasinister]

Stubbornly clinging to traditional means is a sign of an unadaptable mind.