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progresscity2018-04-06 11:12 am
ilovepuppies) wrote in progresscity2018-04-06 11:12 am
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friday friday let's hope nobody died on friday
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?
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?
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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?
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[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?