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]

[ This politeness streak is puzzling and cannot possibly last, Helena thinks earh time, but with this being the fourth in a row, she may have to reconsider the nature of the other strangers... ]

Yes. You've found the gown, congratulations. [ Said flatly, but not unpleasantly so. ]

[byanyother_name]

[Kurama is very polite right up until he needs to not be! And he'll take that as permission to enter, smiling at her in greeting.]

You must feel something like a spectacle under the circumstances. I do appreciate the help, however.

[totalbullshit]

I'm used to that.

[ She's thought about it earlier already, how her clothes are always of interest to the world. Part of her has to wonder if the Life Coach and her boss set this task on purpose, specifically to achieve this effect. ]

Feel free to cross of the bed-touch while you're at it.

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[byanyother_name]

Being used to it doesn't make it okay. It just means it happens too much.

[His voice is gentle and there's no pity there but there is empathy.

He does take her invitation to walk over and touch her bed with a quiet murmur of thanks.]

You may not indulge in much but you do still need to eat, so it's only fair I make a trade. My sizes are B** W** H**.