week 4

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 4 28 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 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. 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 police station to the far east of the chapel. On the chapel wall near the altar, black and white portraits of Youko, Zelos, and Morrigan have been hung up. Anyone looking for them will find that Youko's pink shoes and the fragments of Zelos's crystal are now gone. >Mingle? This is Week 4'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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[stupidly]

[OF COURSE NOT!! He'll accept the accusatory look, though, even as he moves to drop the bacon into the trash and then wipe up the floor. No, it's just his neuroses at work again...]

I wasn't planning on eating it. Besides, there's no way anyone would seriously think poisoning food and leaving it out in the hall for someone to grab would really work, right?

[If even Gilbert thinks it's a dumb idea...]

[stupidly]

[Keep him around, he's useful! He can make pancakes and press shirts!!

He'll make sure no other members of team lust end up all... washed up though... okay--]

You should be fine. We don't have cleaning agents quite like this where I come from, but children would sometimes get very sick just by eating regular hand soap... [THAT'S ALSO VICTORIAN SOAP FOR YOU, THOUGH.]

Basically, if it's for cleaning, you don't want it in your mouth. ...Or in your lungs either, most times.

[Moving over to the washer now, though! At which point he... pauses and looks into both loads. Did this punk not separate his wash!!]

[fluorospar]

...There are many reasons for that, of course. He has earned my eternal loyalty a hundred times over.

[That much, she's 100% certain of.

But she chuckles at that.]

Yes, well... we all must start somewhere, correct? I was not born to be a soldier, I am afraid--though I daresay I have learned better since.

[stupidly]

Right... They aren't loaded, and I haven't seen any place to get proper ammunition, but it's better to err on the side of caution.

[Up they go! Gilbert will follow to the Room Of Guns, sighing once they walk in.]

At this rate, they're going to provide more weapons than we can keep up with.

[symbologic]

[Well he's sure awake now that Poland has slammed her tray down on the table and made some of his coffee jump out of his cup and splatter on both his hand and the table. Though he hardly seems like he's in pain. He winces a little and just grabs a napkin to wipe his hand off before answering:]

Are you actually certain it's someone attempting to poison you? [And now to wipe of the table.] Not that I would advise eating it, either way, but only a complete fool would believe such an attempt would work.

[sobowtor]

They used a tray for a reason!

It wasn't just the hallway, it was right outside my door.

Every day!

This is a serious waste of food! That's a crime right?

[BURN THE WITCH.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[ugh selena is way too good for this nonsense, and listen to that! Clever! Probably not a compliment Clover should be taking too highly in the context of murdering someone but nope, consider Clover's ego thoroughly inflated.]

Good! What a waste of good cookies that would be, anyway. They might be good now if you're careful.

[sobowtor]

[GOOD. MORNING.]

What else could it be?!

I mean if it's not poisoned why would they be playing ding dong ditch with breakfast?!

[symbologic]

[Okay but can he bake cookies? If he can bake cookies, he is allowed to survive till end game.]

[Faize nods and starts reading the back of the detergent instead. And, no, he did not separate his wash because he is the most punk of everyone here, clearly. But at least it seems he is safe from the good ol' "don't wash your reds with your whites" trope, as there's no sign of anything warm colored in either machine. Nothing but neutrals and cool colors.]

Is...there some reason for your world has such powerful hand soap? [WHAT THE HELL.]

[whereisyourdognow]

[the dog barks a greeting to faize and then crosses his paws over the box. he seems to be waiting patiently for something.

are you ready for your first therapy session???]

[symbologic]

Ding dong...ditch?

[Guys, stop using slang on the alien. It confuses him.]

Perhaps it is someone's way of showing concern? Or... [He frowns.] Well, it isn't as though this place has any shortage of bizarre happenings. Strange dreams, people that appear and disappear, dust that always returns no matter how many times it is cleaned...

[Maybe you're being haunted. By a breakfast ghost.]

[symbologic]

[Faize looks around again, half expecting to see somebody approaching. But no, apparently the dog is barking and crossing his paws at him.]

[He's not ready.]

Err... [Should he...talk to the dog??] Are you Papyrus's dog?

[He's the only other one with a dog listed on his profile. And this is certainly not Laima.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Oh my god, do not choke, I'm not being responsible for you dying. [THIS ISN'T HOW THIS THURSDAY IS GOING DOWN PLEASE

The apology makes her pause in the middle of rummaging around for another baking tray for the batter in her mixing bowl. She thinks of Kurisu, apologizing because Clover was too jumpy that same night, and frowns.] Oh. Don't worry about it.

[...she continues to not be much for apologizing herself, though. Whoops.]

How are they?

[sobowtor]

[Never.]

Well clearly the hotel is haunted, I mean. Obviously. God.

But how the heck did a ghost get down here, make a tangible breakfast and dump it in front of my door with no one noticing?

And why me anyways? I can make my own orange-y hot chocolate!

[dereban]

Well, I don't really know much about magic or supernatural things, seeing as I come from a world without all... [ She just gestures all around the area. ]

But admittedly, I do wonder how it works.

[okuri]

She thought I was a tourist. [ So she definitely didn't know.]

[dhaosu]

[ He seems to think on somwething, at least while there is another here. ]

What do you usually do for distractions besides play piano...?

[ Perhaps it could help? He is not sure. ]

[whereisyourdognow]

[dogs can't talk, faize.

the dog stares deeply into faize's eyes. he is otherwise unmoving.]

[fluorospar]

[You gotta take the positives where you can get them in places like this.... so she'll just accept that cookie carefully, and bite into it with a hum.

Warm and delicious, freshly baked cookies... This is what bliss is, clearly.]

It is delicious--just as I suspected it would be. [Mmm.] Thank you very much for your kindness. [Which may seem a bit over the top, but hey...any light in the midst of this disaster is something Selena's grateful for.]

[symbologic]

[He shakes his head.]

I am not certain I would call the people here other than ourselves ghosts. So I'm not sure tangibility has anything to do with it. Though how nobody else managed to see them is another matter. [He frowns a little.] Perhaps it truly is one of us then. Nobody would think anything strange of one of us walking upstairs with a tray of food.

Though I still don't think that necessarily confirms it is meant to be an attempt on your life.

[fourleafcleaver]

...Riiiiight.

I appreciate the effort, but, dude. You're kind of... [GESTURES VAGUELY] ...leaking? [your feelings are getting all over everywhere right now and she doesn't know what to do about it, it's kind of awkward]

[fourleafcleaver]

[thanks poland, you're a pal]

By yelling or is there a plan B?

[dhaosu]

[ Try not to start the trial early, Faize.

Dhaos briefly wonders how the other can be so energetic. He feels like the exact opposite. ]

I see... how practical, as long as you are not pushing too hard. Perhaps from time to time you should even have a sparring partner of sorts.

[ He'd suggest himself, but he doesn't have a blade and he is not sure if the other does hand to hand, considering. ]

[stupidly]

[POLAND!!]

It does seem a little ridiculous that they'd expect it not to go to waste... Er, here—

[He'll clear a path to the sink in case she wants to dump this one out, but he'll also take care of it if she just leaves it on the counter.]

What do you plan on doing? It might be dangerous to try catching them.

[stupidly]

[HE CAN. Aw yeah, better than an immortality token blessing.

Gilbert's not about to pick through a stranger's laundry even if he's neurotic about cleaning, though, so it's a good thing Faize just wears things in the same color spectrum...]

Er— well... It needs to be powerful to kill germs, I guess.

[HE GUESSES. Ah, the days where everything was filled with really undiluted lye.]