week 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 1 ♫ 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. Curiously, anyone who has spoken with Miata for any period of time during the past week will notice that the voice coming from the television and her own do not match up. Come Tuesday, the footsteps around the void will begin drifting away from it. The pitter-patter of feet can be heard when standing outside the clinic and chapel as well. On top of the food that was added to the kitchen last week, spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce is now available. You're welcome, Papyrus. >Mingle? This is Week 1'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. cast setting rulebook profiles private conversations

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[stupidly]

[HE'S STILL A YOUNG GRANDPA IN ANIME YEARS.]

Grhk— Leave me out of this!!

[stupidly]

[HE'S TRYING, HE'S TRYING.]

Even if that's the case, people can still be pushed to a point where they won't be nice anymore. You need to keep that in mind so you can stay safe.

[Lecturing the 500+ year old sword...]

wednesday

[thebonezone]

[looking at the mess in front of him, not to mention the declaration that comes with it, sans has a definite moment of "oh, kid. i know that feel." of course he'd never actually tell anyone that, but he does decide to make An Effort and try to cheer her up. she'd been nice to papyrus, too, so she's already up there in the "good humans" pile. that's like a whole... two...

... plus she's a kid and there is an old lady somewhere who'd feel terrible at all these children being so sad. not that sans does.]

anyone ever tell ya you should know when to quit?

[coasting on with a D for that effort, sans. good job.]

[stupidly]

[WHY ARE THESE THE ONLY OPTIONS. Maybe he'll be first to die instead... Death by food poisoning for 100 years.]

I was expecting something like "we'll have time to fight Miata". [Or "time to punch Vegeta", or anything similar... Maybe training is supposed to encompass all of that?? What kind of training regiment does Undyne even have, and does he want to know??]

[stupidly]

That might work out for the best for us, though. A slow start will give us more time to try figuring out alternatives.

[#OPTIMISM... OR SOMETHING. "Let's try not to die before we all die", the official press release statement of Gilbert Nightray.]

[jackhole]

[ hey, it's gilbert! rhys' fellow neurotic beanpole. solidarity, bro!

which means he's just going to consider gilbert's question before lifting a shoulder in a shrug. ]

So, it means you have a fifty-fity shot. You either sleep forever or you get like, no sleep. Time still passes somehow and if you wake up, you're not dead yet! I call that a win, bro.

tuesday

[jackhole]

[ okay, pumpkin is actually a word that has been ruined forever for him so instead of giving a word at all, rhys is just uh.

going to give a really horrified expression.

thanks, roxy. ]

[muties]

Prooooobably, but I don't really remember? That was probs in relation to my old drinking habits, tho. As opposed to my hella board game making skills.

[ have a gold star, sans, just for trying. ]

[muties]

... You're supposed to, uh. Say a word back.

[ did she break the weenie ]

thursday I'M SO SORRY TELL ME IF THIS ISN'T OKAY

[jackhole]

[ so, so sorry yoite but guess what asshole catches that muttering!! it's this guy. it's definitely rhys -- and rhys' reactions are never that great in response.

so, he just lets out a bitter scoff, feeling the time drag on just as potently as everyone else. ugh, he wants to go home and someone whining about still being alive doesn't help this. ]

Yeah? Then why are you? Buncha knives in the kitchen. Go help yourself.

Tuesday - Kitchen

[sobowtor]

[Poland jumps, looking incredibly startled as Roxy ambushes her shouting about Pumpkins. Poland ends up fumbling with the bag of flour she was pouring-- sending a dusty white cloud into her face.]

Ah...panties!

[Pumpkin panties. With the little ruffly butts?

COUGH COUGH COUGH]

[jackhole]

[ yes, a little bit. he's just going to let out a really low aaaaggghhh under his breath before slapping a hand to his face. probably the metal one, which means there's a mumbled ow afterwards. ]

Why'd you have to use that word? Who even thinks the word pumpkin as their like, first thought? Geez.

tuesday, various!

[jackhole]

[ rhys is hanging out in the lobby at the moment, leaning against a window looking out to the rest of the town. his arms are crossed over his chest and he's frowning which, uh, honestly isn't really weird. has he smiled at all here yet?? no. the answer is no.

anyway, he just lifts an eyebrow in surprise as urashima bounces over. ]

Kind of, yeah. And I wasn't doing anything. Just uh... people watching, I guess? [ he looks over to the window then, frowning slightly. ] Snow... watching...

[thebonezone]

[he tilts his head a bit at the "old drinking habits" thing (mostly for the old part) but ends up just shrugging agreeably]

they are pretty hella. i've never seen someone come up with so many new games in three days, an' that's counting my bro. sooo, you makin' these for a reason or just to stave off boardom?

tuesday!

[jackhole]

[ when rhys comes into the kitchen, he totally isn't expecting the cupcakes. he sort of just... pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowing at the whole scene in front of him before letting out a huff and stomping forward.

then he swipes one of the finished cupcakes and bites into it.

yeah, he doesn't even bother asking. or saying anything at all! whatever, they're totally for everyone, right? right. ]

[createdamonster]

That's assuming we can all trust each other, of course. We've all only known each other for a week, after all.

You are correct, though. It's not as though anyone is alone.

[stupidly]

[The neurotic beanpoles gotta stick together! Before their neuroticism inevitably turns them on each other, but hey, for now at least it's just discussing the finer points of not dying.]

I guess that's a pretty good point... We'll know for sure soon enough, anyway, if this is starting- er. Now.

[sisumama]

You do? Oh, I'd love to hear some of them if you don't mind! He's at that age where he doesn't really want to hang out with his own mother, so anything that could make him laugh might help me reel him back in...teenagers are so difficult, aren't they?

[She's not going to question the grin, because she's going to assume forever that a word full of skeletons is normal. You meet giant walking animals and tiny dolphin people, and, well. You stop being surprised.]

[symbologic]

[A good press release statement.]

Indeed. [The slower the better.] Though I admit...after a week, I am beginning to run out of ideas. This is quite the well-crafted cage we've found ourselves in, as much as I wish that were not the case.

[symbologic]

[He chuckles lightly.]

However, it is not an incorrect statement. [He gestures towards the door.] If you have no objections then shall we go for a walk?

[Walking while talking will probably be better than sitting and talking, right? Probably not, because imagine how long it's going to take to cross the town now...]

[symbologic]

[He presses a hand against his shoulder and inclines his head slightly.]

I will do all that I am able, Selena. [So leaderly! He likes you already.]

wow i just realized i way fucked up that top level...only one good morning. UGH REWRITING

[symbologic]

[He offers a nod and a smile in response to the answer about sleeping. Good, good...]

Ah, no, you are correct. I'm not much for the creative arts, I'm afraid.

[Except his sketches are actually really well drawn. Do blueprints count as artistic? Apparently not in Faize's definition of the word.]

[hopefragment]

Is that... so...

[Wow, thanks Papyrus. There's a compliment hidden in there, he's sure of it.]

I guess it's all, uh, thanks to you then.

[hopefragment]

[That'd be so awkward. Good thing nothing bad ever happens in his canon (wait).]

Ha, yeah, I will. And... thanks, Sisuca. I really appreciate it.

[hopefragment]

Oh, sorry. Hanyuu.

[A mistake! An eternity of feeling stupid about it as punishment. Except nah, she still came over to talk to him, so he's just going to take a seat at the edge of the pool and give her a smile.]

How're you holding up?