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]

[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!

[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?

[fourleafcleaver]

[That is the most satisfying snowball impact noise, yes, except then he just looks super dumbfounded and it's almost sad? The pathetic kind of sad. There's been a lot of that this week/month/decade.]

...Iiiit's a snowball. Like. You know. [She waves the other snowball in her hand around.] It was a joke. [Kind of. Ish.] Because...you were being annoying. So I... [Maybe if she...gestures with the snowball some more???] Do snowballs confuse you that much?

[billarious]

They don't confuse me. More like...I've never needed to resort to such primitive methods of attack before! But that's delightful! So you, what...just...make snow into a ball?

[Seems straightforward enough! Enough for him to bend over to try and make his own at least.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Primiti...it's not even... It's, like, a...game. Kinda.

[Is he seriously this excited about it? She takes a step back but not too far; she's ready to take this hit, like, she started this, and look at how hyped he is.] Yeah, uh, you got the idea there.

[billarious]

A game? So then you're not looking to hurt the other person?

[Not that the snowball impact was all that painful but that seems like what it'd be for. Could you imagine putting like...a rock in the middle of this snow? Much more effective.

Luckily there is no rock in the snowball he throws at Clover after taking careful aim. It's not the best toss in the world though...]

[fourleafcleaver]

What? No. It's snow. You just—

[She turns her shoulder against the it, snickering.] Yeah, there you go. [She cannot believe she is teaching this guy how snowball fights work. That bored. And she chucks the other snowball at him, too.]