WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[You now know why you're here, Titled. The question now is, is there a way to get out of here without invoking the rules? What will those who brought you here do to get you to kill?

Time will tell.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[totalbullshit]

Nope.

[ She replies casually before even swinging her legs from the bed and getting a good look at Britt. One of the people she hasn't really spoken to before... It was only a matter of time until that would be rectified, huh. ]

It has the benefit of making the hospital gown task extra easy for everyone else, if they really want to run along with this party game.

[thegreenhornet]

I'm not in it for the party or the bonding or whatever, I'm in it for the money. I don't want to have to beg others to buy me food.

[And he wasted part of the money in groceries to splatter against the barrier, so he's trying to be a bit stingier with his cash]

[totalbullshit]

Isn't that kind of hypocritical? Performing little tricks for our jailers in order to get money.

[ She shrugs though. ]

I cannot deny it's pragmatic though, survival situations bring one into moral dilemmas frequently.

[thegreenhornet]

Better this than killing someone to get money.

[Like, you know, the motive.

Britt gets a tad closer to the bed and extends a hand. If he can touch even a corner of the bed without Helena noticing, it'll be a win. Yeah, he's kind of concerned she's going to just throw him out since she's not going to play the game]

[totalbullshit]

Better, but far from perfect.

[ Too bad that Helena knows fully well that there's no reason to spend more time than necessary in her room if it's a time sensitive game, so the step forward immediately raises questions and the hand provides answers. ]

Asking would be faster.

[thegreenhornet]

[Ask? Hah! No thank you! But fine. Britt rolls his eyes]

Can I touch your bed?