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]

[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.