week 0 - arrival

[vicedirector]

seven vices arrival ♫ saturday & sunday 36 players remaining You remember happening upon something awful and nauseating. What it was, precisely, is lost to you, but you have the instinctive feeling that by escaping from it, you've avoided something terrible. When you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in bed in a dark, dusty room, facing a digital alarm clock. Its face, reading 12:01, is one of the only sources of light in the room. The other comes from the window, shadows flickering about. Opening the blinds will reveal that it is nighttime, and what looks to be a massive bonfire has been lit in the street at the front of the building. A wooden talisman hangs around your neck, with one of seven symbols carved on the back. Attempting to take off the talisman will result in a wave of intense dread, and the all-too-familiar nausea. A brass key engraved with a unique room number lays on the bedside table beside the clock, as well. But you won't get any answers just sitting in your room all night. >Investigate? This is an open mingle for arrival in the town. Waking up just after midnight on Saturday, characters will have the weekend to explore and socialize before the plot begins. The profiles and IC rulebooks (both the personal ones and the public one at the chapel) have not been revealed/given out yet. The kitchen will still 'prepare' breakfast on these days, and the bonfire will burn continuously into the daytime. Per items: smaller items that a character could easily carry with them will be in their rooms. Animals and larger objects will either be waiting outside or in the hotel lobby. cast setting

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[okuri]

One (I).

[ He doesn't know where he is, but more importantly, Yoite doesn't know where Miharu is. The unfamiliar surroundings, the gap in his memory, the talisman weighing down his chest, none of that really matters.

Look. He would have to look and find Miharu. He couldn't be too far. He shuffles through the town like a zombie, his steps slow and his breath measured-- it's cold but at least he's dressed for it, even if it doesn't help much.]

Miharu?
....
Miharu? [Though he would likely have better luck approaching someone directly and asking, he calls into the air, not even managing to reach a proper yell.]

Two (II).

[He's found a corner somewhere, tucked away on a side street, his knees curled up around his chest. He's searched for a while now, but this is as far as he could go with his broken body.

The temporary rest is enough for him to direct his attention to something else, the Talisman around his neck. With a couple of tugs he moves it, trying to remove it:]

Get it off me.

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[takanome]

[Takao stops pulling along his rickshaw for a moment to tilt his head as he sincerely thinks: Miharu? No. He hasn't heard of any Miharu. He'd like to move on, except the plea continues, getting grating. Does this guy have to call that name so much? Takao sympathizes with his situation of not knowing where his buddy is. Really, he does. Walking along this bike with the attached cart empty of the typical occupant is like running after an amputation: arrhythmic and jarring. He's not whining about it, though. Enough of his crankiness has built up that Takao is starting to feel a little sarcastic. At some point when Yoite shouts vaguely in his direction, Takao faces him directly and shakes his head. He points at himself and speaks slowly, like to a monkey.]

Not Miharu. Ta - ka - o.

[okuri]

[Yoite stares at him for a few moments, before he replies:]

...

Do you know where he is? [There's no acknowledgement that he's gotten the others name, or that he cares about the strangers tone. His mind is focused on one thing, and one thing only.]

[takanome]

No. [He maintains a reasonable vocal pace, only a slight edge, meaning his brow furrows harder for the effort of not getting snippy. The other guy is clearly pretty stressed out, but Takao doesn't take super well to being barely acknowledged, either.] I've never met anyone named Miharu in my whole life.

[okuri]

...

[There's more than a few uncomfortable moments of silence. Normally Yoite never bothered to speak much, let alone to a complete stranger, but even he realizes that this might be his best opportunity to get information]

Where is this? [This place, this town, this country, this anything. He knew nothing at all.]

[takanome]

[Well, okay. Civil exchange of information, that Takao can definitely do. It's just that there's not much information to exchange. He tilts his head and widens his eyes in the moment before he answers, trying to take in as much of the town as he can for some scrap of actual useful information.]

I don't know. I've never been here before, and it looks really different from home - Tokyo, in Japan. I woke up in the hotel. Same for you?

[okuri]

[ Japan was at least a place he recognized, and he nods at that.]

Yes.

I'm from Japan too. [He adjusts the scarf around his neck as he talks, uncomfortable with just about everything.]

...I was doing something important. I need to go back. [Fighting for Miharu's life (and his too, maybe.)]

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[glorifiedtrash]

[Having settled to leaning against a building and people watching, the sudden voice makes Zelos look around the corner to see... Well. Some kid. He doesn't bother hiding a laugh.]

Don't go looking for special privileges. For all we know taking it off will stop your heart ♪.

[AND THEN WHERE WILL HE BE up shit creek that's what.]

It's not that bad, creep factor aside.

[okuri]

[He hadn't noticed that anyone was nearby, but it's not that surprising.

Even if he was able to hear all the man's words clearly, it wouldn't have made much sense to him. As it was, he caught only a bit of it:]

Special? Heart? Creep? [ The downsides to having your hearing deteriorate...]

[glorifiedtrash]

Something like that. You got a brain in there?

[RUDE. Stepping out in front of Yoite he squats down in front of him.


This is a staring contest. A contest of wills. Through this their feelings will surely come out. Right? Right?!!!!!]

[okuri]

[ That solves one problem, and poses another. This close, he would definitely be able to hear Zelos, as well as read his lips.

...but he was close. Way too close.]

Get away from me. [ His eyes are like ice, the stare of someone who's brought death everywhere he goes. He doesn't blink.]

[glorifiedtrash]

[Wow. Talk about harsh. Reaching over he just pulls down the brim of Yoite's hat.]

That's dumb. Where would I go? We're all stuck here!

[okuri]

[Yoite makes an attempt to kick the other away, moving surprisingly fast despite his prone position before. It's more of an act to create distance however, and he stands, one hand outstretched, pointing it at Zelos.]

I don't care.

Away from me. [The gesture probably looks silly, like he's making a fake gun with his fingers, but he's entirely serious.]

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[lastgirl]

Don't bother. [She says to the man, hearing his noises from afar.] If you try to take it off too much, you're going to get sick. I already threw up attempting it.

[okuri]

... [That wasn't what he was expecting to hear.

Yoite looks to the talismen, then to the girl again, but he stops fidgeting with it at least. He was already sick without adding a curse(?) to the mix.]

Ah.

What is it? [Maybe she knew.]

[lastgirl]

A necklace. [Obviously.] It must be cursed. Don't know how or why, but I only get sick whenever I try to take it off.

[okuri]

[ He nods, accepting that answer, and looks down at the talisman again.]

Need a dispeller... [ Someone like Thobari would be best, but maybe even Miharu could do it.]

[lastgirl]

Dunno what that is, but it's a pain. ...Do you have any idea what the symbols on it are about? They look important, but I couldn't guess how.

[okuri]

No.

They're not kanji. [ He's mostly sure of that, anyway. They don't resemble any he knew in a way that would make sense.

He flips the talisman over, looking at the symbol of sloth in the back.]

A circle within a circle... [For sloth at least, but he hadn't seen any of the others yet.]

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[muties]

[ This guy sure looks like he's handling shit a lot worse than some. She'll approach gently.]

Sorry man, but I don't think they're comin' off. I tried with mine but felt like heaving a puke tsunami.

[okuri]

[Yoite looks up, her slow approach giving him time to notice her.]

A puke what? [Did he hear correctly? He could never be sure anymore, and he cups his hands to his hear as if to aid his hearing.]

[muties]

Tsunami. [ Enunciates, and leans down closer. ] Or a waterfall, maybe. Yeah, waterfall's probs more accurate on that. Point is, it felt real sickenin'.

[okuri]

[ He tenses and leans back. Personal space was of the utmost importance to him, and now that he's focused on her, he should be able to understand just fine.]

I didn't know that could happen. [ But he stops fiddling with the talisman, and lets it drop. Nausea was familiar enough to him without adding a cursed (?) talisman to the mix.]

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[brawlhalla]

I haven't been able to get mine off, either. Not likely to be able to help you.

[ This girl? She comes with a dragon. ]

[okuri]

[He's about to reply when he looks up and notices the dragon.]

What is that? [Despite there being ninjas and talking cat-humans in his world, dragons were not a thing.]