friday friday let's hope nobody died on friday

[ilovepuppies]

Who: Star and YOU
What: Murdergame habits are hard to break
Where: Vista Way and the Adventurer's Club
When: Friday, the worst day of the week
Warnings: None yet!


A: Rude awakening

[It's hard not to wake up Friday morning with the cold feeling of utter dread in her stomach. She's living in an unfamiliar room, far from her home, with a bunch of strangers. Everything's just a little too close to what she had to put up with for the last year. Even with Rod promising that it's not like that this time, Star throws off the covers and jumps out of bed before she can lay there and dwell on what ifs for too long.

It's quiet. Too quiet.

She peeks her head out of her apartment door and looks up and down the hallway. No corpses. That's good? But what if someone broke into an apartment!? She ought to check the doors. Yeah.

Star tiptoes down the halls, making sure no one's door is kicked in. There, it's fine. It's friendly. But... what if someone invited the murderer into their home, without realizing it!? She wouldn't be able to tell unless she makes sure everyone's still in their apartments!

Well, nothing ventured. She's just gonna have to check on every single person. Which is why she's pounding on YOUR door at the buttcrack of dawn.]

HEY! Wake up! Are you in there!? Are you still alive!? C'mon, open up!

B: w a f f l e p a r t y

[Look, she may have disturbed literally everyone in the building but it was for your own good, okay. Still, Star feels a little bad about it, so she slips a note under your door inviting you to brunch at the Adventurer's Club. There's waffles! So many waffles! As well as the other three staples of brunch: eggs, bacon, and more bacon. And it's all on Rod's tab, of course, because she hasn't actually started work yet.]

Sooooo... No hard feelings, huh? How 'bout some more waffles?

Comments

A

[standingonmyneck]

[Daria hadn't been sleeping too well. Despite her wanting to just do her best in the situation and survive, she couldn't quite piece together everything she learned in a way that made the place feel safer. All this talk of murder, and all of this talk about trails, Rod, Bill, all of the things she couldn't trust. She could just opt out and rebel against everything until she had answers, but she was experienced enough to know that hardly solved anything.

...What would Mallory, Jane, or any of them would do? Daria hated to admit it was just so hard to concentrate when-

She heard a loud bang on her door. Daria usually had no problem waking up when she needed to, but she had a hard sleep. Here she was, climbing out of bed with messy hair and glasses, like a zombie. Oh god, it was that child.]

I'm still trying to decide if I AM alive.

[Groggy, and grumpy.]

[ilovepuppies]

[gaaaaaasp]

Oh, no, are you a zombie!?

[standingonmyneck]

[Long stare. Longer sigh. A few blinks.]

No.

[Way too early for this.]

My flesh is in tact, I have a pulse, and I have no taste for brains. I'm still alive.

[ilovepuppies]

You're alive!?

[Everyone she's checked on so far is alive. Uh oh. She's starting to realize she may have dun goofed]

I just had to check, okay?

[standingonmyneck]

[Daria at stupid o'clock had less tact than normal. Whether or not this was fortunate was up to Star. But now that Daria was awake and had a couple of days to access her situation, she had to ask questions.]

I regret asking but this wouldn't have anything to do with murder games, would it?

[ilovepuppies]

Iiiiiit only sort of has everything to do with them, actually.

[standingonmyneck]

[Give her a moment to get more awake, Star. She adjusted her glasses and gave Star her undivided attention.]

So you felt the need to wake everyone up to make sure no one is dead.

[God she had a headache.]

As valiant as that is, did you ever consider maybe panicking and throwing a fit doesn't help anyone?

[ilovepuppies]

Of course I did! Someone always dies on Friday! It's, like, a rule, or something!

[standingonmyneck]

Let me rephrase it.

[Ahem.]

Those probably WERE the rules. Why do you think all this panic is good here and now? Aren't you worried that it's making you a walking time bomb?