Peace Week

[mockmods]

[So, with introductions made, you're all left to your own devices for the time being. Explore, make friends, try not to go insane in your new surroundings. Maybe organize a game of that Trailseeker thing? Your time is your own.]

[You are woken every day at 7:30 AM by the same robotic voice that woke you on day one. At 11pm each night, a similar message plays reminding everyone about the start of quiet hours and dimming the lights.]

[If you want to talk to Penny, she can be found in the Security Office if she's not anywhere else in the Facility. Office hours appear to be whenever.]

Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday

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Comments

[aragona]

[Tch.] How typically small-minded.

[Oh look, Halliwell broke his arm. Let's just keeping going, then.]

[biolence]

Hey, at least I'm not going for the obvious answer. Small-minded or not.

[She crosses her arms, but then reaches over to point at the screen.]

Your ox died. Way to go.

[aragona]

I have one more.

[Always buy 1 or 2 extra oxen. This is going well. They make progress, they pass a trading post where Sonia buys a lot of food...]

Oh.

[Bandits stole all of her wheel axles.]

[biolence]

Hahaha.

[Rosa snorts and laughs, pointing.]

You're totally screwed.

[aragona]

I'll have to wait until someone comes by with things to trade. [Not trying to come off as defensive, but she doesn't want to lose face in front of Rosa.

...

She checks on the food supplies. She's not going to make it to the next fort unless someone shows up.]

[biolence]

Yeah, for sure. Lie in wait. For a mountain lion to come along and rip you in half.

[why is she smiling???? rosa stop you look like a psychopath]

[aragona]

[She's annoying.

There is no choice. Sonia has to head to the hunting menu and use the terrible keyboard controls to waste a box of bullets for 2 rabbits.]

It's forcing me to play this awful shit game.

[Oh god oh god the hunter spawned in the middle of a maze of rocks, how is she supposed to feed her rich vampire family??]

[biolence]

Maybe if your aim wasn't complete shit you wouldn't suck so bad.

[aragona]

If I was allowed to aim in more than 8 directions, I could hit that deer!

[Oh look a buffalo. On the opposite side of the screen. The timer runs out and Sonia slams a fist on the table.]

[biolence]

[Rosa rolls her eyes.]

Have you ever even shot a gun?

[aragona]

It's not the same thing!

[biolence]

No, but aiming is. You can't aim on here for shit, I know you couldn't aim a gun any better.

[aragona]

I have. A sword.

[biolence]

[Rosa pauses, staring at Sonia for a long moment.]

....


Cool. Ever killed anyone with it?

[aragona]

[Sonia bites her lip and sits back in the chair.]

Yes.

[biolence]

[Rosa spins the next chair over around to face backwards, and then straddles it. Oregon Trail is completely forgotten.]

That's hot.

[aragona]

[Squint.

Turns to the game and attempts another hunting session.]

[biolence]

[She Tried.

Rosa glances to the side.]

Try anticipating the buffalo's movements a little more.

[aragona]

[Sonia's not into the vampire-human thing, she's got more important things on her mind.

Like now? Reaching Oregon.]

Bullets don't go this slow in real life. [But there's a clean shot once the buffalo emerges from behind the tree. Maybe...now?

It grazes the white bunch of pixels.]

[biolence]

[That's fine, whatever. Rosa clearly doesn't care At All.

She snorts in laughter.]

Like you've ever seen one in real life.

[aragona]

Bullets? Mortal hunters use them all the time when hunting us down. [As ineffective as they are, but Rosa doesn't have to know that.]

[biolence]

I....

[What the fuck]

Meant a buffalo.

[aragona]

[Oh.

This is awkward. Sonia looks back at the screen.]

No. [The hunt is over.] I rarely left SoCal.

[biolence]

I mean, I rarely left New York. Saw a buffalo in a zoo once, though. They're huge and lazy.

[aragona]

Figures.

[She'll just have the party starve out here in the wilderness. Cool. Halliwell is dead. J Wild is dead. The rest of the party will follow.]

And they're out in the day.