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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[fourleafcleaver]

...

You really did put a lot of thought into this. [It's kind of impressive, kind of sad. This is what we've been reduced to.]

Yeah, okay. [So she picks a bean, squints at the die—] Wait, so you made a die? You committed to this. We are that out of things to do. [—and rolls it for a 4 because of course she does.] One, two, three, four... Okay, stupid minigame. Hit me.

[billarious]

[You weren't eating it! You were ignoring it for your starship designs!]

Starships huh...those kinds of things just span stars and space?

[Here, he's gonna pull up a chair and steal another bite. Until he says stop, Bill's just going to assume it's fine.]

[symbologic]

I may not be a knight, but it's the same for me. Though...admittedly more on the personal side of things, as battle is not the way I can best serve my brethren.

[They want his brains more, really. The sword stuff is just an added bonus.]

Though that's something I've been curious about, since you bring it up. How does a princess wind up as a knight? If you don't mind my asking, that is.

[symbologic]

[He was picking at it!!! Just very slowly. He was totally going to eat it...]

Well typically one tries to avoid stars and only move through space but...I'm not sure I follow what you're asking.

[Please clarify, Bill. What are you trying to get at with a question like that?]

[billarious]

[He can totally get you more of this sweet earth toast friend. Don't worry.]

Well I mean, you're pretty smart and have all those credentials. Have you ever considered making things that could move through dimensions?

[herbgrace]

[Okay, okay, Lithuania is willing to humor Poland.] If you need me for something, I'll be in the lobby. [For years, subjectively.]

[symbologic]

Well...until recently, I had no idea that travel through dimensions was actually possible so...no, I've never really given the matter any consideration.

[billarious]

Ah, so your people haven't advanced that far yet. [He chews his bite of toast thoughtfully, staring at those doodles.]

Hey, I've got a question for you.

[symbologic]

No, not yet. We have other matters to attend to first.

[But once they find a new home planet and get all settled, you better believe he's gonna start looking into this interdimensional travel shit.]

I believe you've done nothing but ask me questions so far, but I suppose one more couldn't hurt. [He smiles a little.] So go ahead, I'll do my best to answer.

[billarious]

Huh, I have, haven't I? [He grins, a little cheekily, and continues.]

Well trust me, this is a good one. I know a word. Six letters it contains, but take one away and twelve is what remains. What word is it?

[Up for some riddles?]

[symbologic]

[For a moment, Faize just stares blankly at him. Like he's not quite sure he heard right. This isn't the kind of question he was expecting at all, but....well, technically it IS a question.]

A riddle? Well, I suppose that is technically a question. Let's see then... a six letter word that leaves twelve when you take away one letter... [It takes maybe thirty seconds of silent thought for a confident smile to begin spreading across his face.] The word you're thinking of is "dozens", yes?

[billarious]

Exactly right! I knew I didn't have to start out easy on ya' Hazelwood. Want another one, to help kill time?

[sobowtor]

[Poland finishes plating her cupcakes-- and. Well.

After that she figures Lithuania has probably been sitting in the lobby for fifteen years so maybe she will just skip changing her dress. Or wiping down her face.

Because she's such a good friend.

So she'll traipse out to the lobby carrying 32 cupcakes on a checkerboard plate.]

Surprise!

[fourleafcleaver]

It's Clover! I've got a name, use it! And a score system, are you serious? This is stupid, why would I eve—

[And she just stops where she stands.]

A palm tree. [There's a kind of furious victory that comes with solving the riddles, like, screw that puzzle shit, she won, but there was no winning that joke.

With a heavy, ever-dramatic sigh, she stoops down in the snow. Y'know, as long as she's stopped moving for the moment. She mmmmight be making a snowball. That might be how she's choosing to deal with this.]

[herbgrace]

[It was definitely about fifteen years, but Lithuania can be patient. Still, she did spend the time pacing back and forth endlessly. Subjectively, it's been so long since she actually saw what Poland was doing that the details have blurred and she can view it almost as if it really was a surprise. Either way, it's very nice of Poland.]

These look very nice. Thank you.

[billarious]

[Now that's just mean. There's no need to resort to violence, especially when he's so cheerfully clapping in encouragement.]

That's not as fun a nickname as Pigtails though, and gee you're good at this! But why wouldn't you want incentive for solving these? They're pretty tough after all. I mean you'll never get this one: What kind of room has no windows or doors?

[He doesn't have a concept of this snowball fight, so he has no idea what she's doing. Absolutely none the wiser.]

[sobowtor]

[Poland beams!]

See? It's you know. Like chess?

[She couldn't find any chessboards around, but she figured a game would be relaxing for a giant nerd like Lithuania.]

We can play now! [Then eat the pieces. The best game of chess there is.]

[symbologic]

[There's that "Hazelwood" thing again. He's really kind of tempted to ask where that nickname's coming from, but...is that a rude thing to ask? Nickname protocol is something he's never understood.]

I would enjoy that, yes. This is a much better way to pass the time, I believe. So please, don't hold back.

[He'll even start eating his Sweet Earth Toast. HIT HIM WITH YOUR BEST SHOT, PROFESSOR CIPHER.]

[billarious]

That's the spirit! [He's free to ask, not like Bill has any plans on taking away the nicknames he's so lovingly given people. He cracks his fingers though, propping up his chin against the table.]

Smell me, buy me, and deliver me, I won't change. What am I?

[herbgrace]

With the cupckaes? [...This game is going to take forever.]

[sobowtor]

Yeah! [But it will take... deliciously forever?]

What are you afraid to lose to me again?

[fourleafcleaver]

[Are you trying to tell her there are ways to solve problems that aren't violence???]

I didn't ask for a nickname! There's nothing wrong with my real name! [As long as he's prattling on, she's making two snowballs.] Ugh, what is it with you and these things?! I've heard that one, everyone's heard that one. It's—

[And in one swift and less-than-graceful movement, she springs back up, whirls around, takes a big step back, and flings a snowball at him.] —a mushroom!

[herbgrace]

You cheated last time. [Lithuania is already sitting down to play, though. She's kind of predictable.] It's my birthday, I'll be white.

[sobowtor]

Yeah, that's definitely something a loser would say.

Your move then!

[billarious]

Well it's-- [There's a satisfying plap as the snowball hits him right in the face, knocking him off balance. What is a snowball? Or a snowball fight? Why should he duck those things?

He doesn't fall, but he does stagger some, looking up at her with surprise, slight offense and just a little wonder, hand pressed to his face.]

What kind of weapon was that? Wait, why'd you hit me?