week 7

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 7 24 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 Katerina's 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 park and playground next to the clinic. >Mingle? This is Week 7'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. cast setting rulebook profiles private conversations

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tuesday

[muties]

[ Look, Roxy has never seen a playground in person but she at least knows what it is. She watches the wizard poke at things and it takes a moment to realize that wow. The space wizard is so nerdy he doesn't even know how to play.

This needs to be fixed.

... Except, shit, how do people actually play on this stuff? Especially teenagers bigger than your average toddler or elementary school kid. This shit does not look kid-safe?? They're all going to end up with splinters. ]

Wanna teet or tot? Er, tet or tot. Teet or toot? ... Teeter or totter.

[ Gestures to the "shitty catapult". ]

[symbologic]

[Ugh...look. He knows how to play? He's not quite THAT pathetic. Just not on your weird, ancient playground equipment. Whatever playgrounds little space elves play on, they are assuredly more sci-fi than this.]

[Faize gives Roxy a bewildered look, then looks at the shitty catapult. Then back to Roxy. You can all but see the ?????? going through his mind right now.]

...I'm...sorry? What exactly do you mean?

[muties]

[ We need to see these space elf playgrounds, because they sound fake. Maybe their playground is just a computer lab. ]

Ok, just sit at one end and I'll sit at the other. Then we just. Teeter back and forth.

[ yeah ok that may be a little bit lame ]

[symbologic]

[Probable, tbh.]

[Giving the teeter-totter another incredibly wary look.]

Are you certain that is entirely safe? This...teeter totter, was it? [Is that what it's actually called, or is that just the name of what you do on it?] appears to be in rather questionable condition. [...] Or is it supposed to look like this?

[muties]

[ B...oth, it's named for what you do on it. ]

Well... no? It probs is supposed to look less. [ death trap-y ] But if we get hurt, the clinic's right over there, so!

[symbologic]

...true enough, I suppose.

[Plus, they're both about the same size? What are the chances one of them will send the other flying? Not high, probably.]

So...we just take a seat on each end?

[Sounds so dubious but HE'S GONNA TRY IT. Because Roxy at least seems to agree that these things look like deathtraps waiting to happen.]