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]

Well, I can, so lemme make you something. ["Can't cook" makes her think more like "bad at cooking" instead of "totally incapable of basic meal preparation," so she's not as concerned here as she probably ought to be?] I was thinking soup? Soup's easy. I dunno, what do you want?

[lastgirl]

[She nods.]

Sure. As long as it doesn't come in a glass bottle.

[Which is how she drank soup normally...]

[fourleafcleaver]

Nnnno? Who puts soup in a glass bottle? [Buddy what is your weird-ass life????] Anyway, I know a great recipe for potato soup, and you just kinda throw whatever else in there... What do you like?

[lastgirl]

Meats. Like chicken or jerky. [Can jerky be put into soup? It's a mystery.] I used to drink soup out of bottles when I stole it from local campers. Easy to carry around.

[fourleafcleaver]

[If there's jerky to be found Clover's sure gonna try.]

Um. [Pppppause. Considering this.] I...guess it makes sense to keep them like that if you're traveling? But we're making soup to be delicious and not to travel so it's gonna be way better. [Everything she hears about Buddy just confuses and kind of worries her more? So now she's determined to make the best soup, and skipping back into the pantry to grab things.] Food's way better when it's made for you, anyway! What kinda veggies do you like?

[lastgirl]

I...don't really eat "veggies." [She sighs a little, feeling strangely ashamed for not knowing these things.] I live in a wasteland where nothing grows anymore. Just put in whatever you think tastes good - I trust you to make it good.

[fourleafcleaver]

A wasteland..? There's really nothing growing at all?

[that's rough, buddy But she's kind of dumbfounded, not entirely certain what the next thing to say should be—getting all worried about people like this is kind of a new experience, and she needs a second to decide what the next step is.

The decision she makes is scooping an entire shelf's worth of vegetables into her arms.] Well this soup is going to be freaking delicious and since we've got all this we're gonna have your favorite veggies figured out by the end of the week and we're going to cook them into everything! [She's kind of aggressively determined about this.]

[lastgirl]

That I know of. [She doesn't understand Clover's reaction, but she guesses that Clover must come from a society much more like Dusty's. One where things are "normal", apparently. But she doesn't mind it.] Sounds like a good idea to me. Hot food might make it easier to sleep.

[fourleafcleaver]

Oh, there might be tea if we dig around enough... You've just gotta find some of the caffeine-free stuff. You're not really supposed to eat right before bed. I mean, it's probably better than not sleeping, though...

[She's haphazardly grabbing and throwing down silverware and cutting boards and such onto the counter as she speaks. After rinsing off a carrot, she hands it to Buddy.] Wanna cut this up for me? Big pieces, then cut those into smaller ones. Try some, they're pretty okay raw, too.