Week 2

[grimgrinningghosts]

[A whole week has come and gone. To the who, unknown to all the guests, are currently watching this, they would know by now that things are about to get much worse from here. However, to the guests, this might seem like a good sign. Even with all the questionable people already debating murder (I'm looking at you Hiro), no one has done it yet. Maybe everyone can find a way out of here without resorting to violence and murder?

... Look, we can dream, can't we?

30 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

[OOC: Week 2 is live! Starting each week from now on, there will be an investigation each Friday with a trial each Saturday! And due to the nature of this week's motive, we already have details regarding the event for those who need it.

Your first Activity Check is also live which will be due 1/17/18 @ 1 PM EST. Besides that, feel free to submit any applicable threads to the slot machine for regains!]

Comments

[hasit]

[Sunday morning finds Leia in the kitchen. In between making coffee and toast, enough to go around for anyone passing through, she's rifling through the cupboards. Some of the food items are familiar to her, but many things, especially in the refrigerator, have her utterly baffled as to what they could be. Particularly the produce; none of it is familiar to her, and very few things are similar enough to the produce she's used to that she can draw a comparison. Round red fruit that's weirdly savory when she takes a bite? Long yellow thing with a rubbery skin and mushy insides?

But the weirdest thing is the milk. She knows that's what it is, it's printed right on the carton, but when she pours some into her coffee...]

White milk? What did they do to it?!

[bestchefinparis]

...nothing? It's supposed to be white.

[The comment comes from the top of the fridge, there is Rémy, peering around the kitchen from that high spot]

[hasit]

[Leia glances around for a moment for the source of the voice, and then finally glances upward and spies the rat perched atop the fridge.]

That's normal, where you come from? Are the Banthas ill?

[Leia you're not making any sense.]

[bestchefinparis]

Banth--what?

[Right, uh, different places around the world. Maybe Banthas means 'cow' in her language]

Of course it's normal, cows are...that's just how milk is. How else is it supposed to look like?

[This is the most confused he has been in a while, yep]

[hasit]

Cows.

[The word is foreign to her, feels weird on her tongue.]

Let me back up. In my galaxy, we drink milk from Banthas, mostly. It's blue. There are other species that produce green milk, but blue's the most common.

[faciliheir]

[god she's pretty sure she could watch this old lady be confused by a banana for hours.]

Do they not have fruit wherever you're from? [she supposes she could happen she didn't realize bananas weren't supposed to be black for like the first eight years of her life.]

[hasit]

[Leia turns, her expression still puzzled, and holds up the banana she's been studying, elbow propped on the table.]

They do, but nothing that looks like this. What is it?

[faciliheir]

It's a banana. You know, tropical fruit. Eat it with ice cream. Cover it in chocolate and put it on a stick. Monkeys like them.

Do you guys seriously have crazy space technology, but you don't even have bananas.

[hasit]

Afraid not.

[Leia shrugs, and hands the banana over to the girl. Freddie, she thinks.]

Is there a way to peel it, or does it need to be cut open?

[doopdoll]

White milk?! Did they forget to mix the chocolate in?

[hasit]

[That actually makes her pause.]

...You put chocolate in your milk?

[doopdoll]

[This gets a moment of equal pause]

You don't?!

[hasit]

...Well, I haven't so far. I might now.

[lostbutnotaboy]

[Just quietly nibbling on a banana as she watches this older woman have a breakdown over fruit and milk. Sure is a big different from hanging out with children in Neverland.]

Of course it's white! That's how you know it's good for you! Do you not have that where you're from?

[hasit]

[SHE'S HAVING A REALLY HARD TIME WITH THIS RIGHT NOW]

No, normally milk is blue, or green! It's so odd to see it without any color at all...does it come out that way?

[lostbutnotaboy]

Green? Blue? Uh, are you sure it's really safe to drink where you're from?

[That sounds..... gross, my dude.]

Of course it does! Well... I think so. I've never been to a farm before.

[hasit]

Of course. I've seen it come straight out of the Bantha before. We drink it all the time. Although I've been told that most people from 'Earth' drink the milk of something called a cow, is that right?

[soplaynice]

...Beats me. I don't drink the stuff.

[says the tiny cowboy hanging out in one of the cupboards]

[hasit]

You d—

[Leia cuts off, stares, blinks a couple of times.]

Do you drink anything?

[soplaynice]

Nope. Not unless it's playtime, I guess. Then it's just fake plastic liquid, like the kind that's just painted on to toy cups.

[hasit]

Interesting. Now, let me get this straight. You're a toy. A doll.

[pinkflip]

[ While getting her own breakfast (cereal, something simple), she overhears this, and... ]

Well...normally, milk is white, ma'am? [ Is this the woman who Jyn said came from the same place as her? ] What color do you know it as?

[hasit]

Maybe for you! [Leia glances over, shaking her head.] Nobody around here seems to be used to good old-fashioned blue.

[pinkflip]

Blue milk...? Uhh... [ Different planets, different milk, she guesses. Who would've known? ] Does it taste any different?

[hasit]

Oh, certainly. This white milk is a little...bland. Bantha milk has a different aftertaste, I find.