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sevenvices2016-02-29 07:32 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvices2016-02-29 07:32 pm
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week 3
 31 players remaining ♫ monday - thursday Monday morning begins just like the rest, slow and uneasy. At 12pm, every television will go off with its usual bout of static, followed by a calm, albeit disinterested, voice. "Please gather in the hotel lobby within the next hour." That's all that it says before the televisions turn off. Anyone not in their rooms will hear the voice echoing around them as if through a speaker system, although there are (still) no speakers present. After hearing the motive, characters who choose to explore will find that the void around the town has retracted a bit, and there is now a small school building to the east of the clinic. On the chapel wall near the altar, black and white portraits of Sisuca, Kurisu, and Mikazuki have been hung up. Anyone looking for them will find that Sisuca's hunting knives and Kurisu's....device are nowhere to be found. >Mingle? This is Week 3's mingle log, covering Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday. Investigations will go up on Friday. When posting toplevels, specify the time and location. If you plan on having any private conversations between characters, remember to let us know in the post linked below. More plot elements will be introduced this week. Mod comments will be occasionally distributed to open toplevels, accordingly. setting rulebook profiles private conversations |
Wednesday
It's almost as if she can hear Austria's obnoxiously loud screech scolding her for listening in doorways even in an alternate murder-y universe.
This seems to bring a great satisfaction to her face for some reason.]
Do you play?
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He certainly recognizes her well enough. ]
That I do. Do you wish for myself to continue, then? Or...?
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She looks like she's pretty much bubbling over with excitement over this.]
Go on, go on!
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...Very well, then. I presume you have a liking to piano music?
[ He begins to play a light piano refrain, continuing off from earlier. ]
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[They're not her happiest memories, sitting with Austria everyday at the piano. But.
Well. There are worse ways to spend being partitioned. Honestly.]
What's this song called?
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[ The tune makes him think of the snow-covered city of Arlee, even if it weren't one he bothered to venture into. ]
However, there is no name for the song. If you so wish it, though, you could name it yourself, or suggest one.
1/2
Really I can name it, just like that?
[Woah. That's so much responsibility.]
Are you sure? I mean.
[She can't even figure out a way to get home! If she can't even figure out something as simple as that, how could she possibly name a song?]
2/3 no wait i lied
No, I can name it!
I totally can!
[Um. Um...]
3/3
[In F minor.]
1/2
2/2
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H. A. Ha.
[Nailed it.]
Just um. Let me listen to it a bit longer. Before I decide.
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[ He doesn't know how to feel about the suggestion, but he knows that the situation is getting to them all. Still. ]
Even something just simple would do.
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Marzanna.
[You know. Simple. Like Cher.]
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[ The word Marzanna is written on a piece of paper as he sets it in the spot where one usually places a composition in front. Although, the notes have yet to be written. ]
...
Thank you, for taking the time to listen.
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