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

[notgentle]

[That says kind of weird things about Wake's image of himself. If Dio had a very different perspective on the importance of interpersonal relations, he would feel like he should do something. As it is, there's a brief awkward pause before he picks up several bottles of perfume at once.]

Well, perfume is just liquid. So, fluff doesn't really fit in there. What about a natural thing...

[classmated]

[ Wake's got some issues that are better left alone, Dio. Avoiding saying anything is in your best interest! ]

I don't know about that. Don't you think the smell of fresh laundry reminds you of something "fluffy" and "soft"?

[notgentle]

Huh, I guess it's both those things. I just think of laundry as unnatural, since the natural state of things is unclean, and then you use purified chemicals. But I guess Torri is about as clean as it gets, so laundry works for that???

[He's imagining Torri washing clothes in a dishwasher now...]

[classmated]

[ Come on, Dio. Even Torri knows how to use a washing machine. ... probably. ]

By that logic, aren't clothes unnatural? Be honest, how many people here would you want to see in their "natural state"?

[notgentle]

Mmmmmmmmmm... you've got a point, one is highballing it.

[He digs up this.] Hey, this looks light enough.

[classmated]

Thought so. [ Unfazed, he chuckles. Okay, inspecting the bottle! ] That does sound natural even if the scent is off. It doesn't really remind me of her.

Then again, perfumes in general don't feel like the best gift for Torri. I think she might want something simpler. Something she could take with her wherever she goes. [ A pause! ] Wait, are you really looking for a gift for Torri?

[notgentle]

What? Oh, no, no way! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her. I just can barely afford anything for myself, never mind her. [He flaps his wrist at Wake's general form] I thought you were looking for a scent for yourself, Wake, and before we got to hang out just now I mostly knew you probably like to do what Torri likes. Or, what I thought she likes. I guess that Lacome doesn't really fit the bill, huh. My bad.