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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[dhaosu]

Monday, morning--afternoon, police station

[ Dhaos had naturally decided that it would be wise to explore the large place, once it appeared, and well, if it had been explored properly. Perhaps there would be hiden passage-ways leading to an exit outside of the magical barrier of the void?

... Nah. He wasn't that naive.

The first thing he is checking out does happen to be the office room, after he steps right in. He tries to pull on the filing cabinet with brute force, but to no avail, and he squints at it suspiciously. Instead he goes to take a look at the mugshots--perhaps a familiar face or something will speak to him.

Later, though, he's going to be checking out that jail cell, yep. ]

Tuesday, afternoon, chapel

[ Dhaos seems to make at least a decision to come here once a week, and here he is now. It seldom seems occupied, for sure, and it was just another place to be alone. If someone comes within, he will seem to pay them no mind, or perhaps seem unaware of their presence. ]

Wildcard.

[ Want to braid Dhaos' hair or come up with something else entirely? Feel free to hit up whenever or perhaps contact me on luminitrium for now. ]

tuesday

[fluorospar]

[This is starting to feel familiar.

She also doesn't feel quite so bad on encroaching on his quiet time, either, if only because she is concerned.]

I thought I might find you here.

[dhaosu]

[ He hears her voice, although just barely since he may have tuned out to his surroundings. ]

...Mm.

[ He turns his attention to her. ]

Predictable, am I?

[fluorospar]

Perhaps somewhat.

[It's okay, Dhaos, she's not judging!!]

I suppose this week's motive is... harder for you, then?

[dhaosu]

[ Hearing that from most people would have earned them a glare. In Selena's case, he knows she's not judging, however. ]

It has been so long, since I saw a familiar face, and yet for them to be shown in that manner once more...

[ Yes, harder, and disturbing him even more. He only theorized that they may have had such power, but to know they can very easily go through time, and record such a moment? That is more than even a miracle.

It also angers him, that they continue to toy with people like this. Once again he thinks of his people from his planet, those who sacrificed themselves only for him to fail, and his hands clench into fists. ]

Only reminds me of how much 'they' consider this be a laughing matter.

[fluorospar]

[... Yeah, that's definitely the sign of someone who is Not Dealing Well with a motive, and it concerns her. Last week, she didn't handle things so gracefully, and it seems this week is his turn.]

... It is certainly deplorable. Perhaps taking your mind off of it is simply the best you can do for now.

[It's not much of a solution, but it's all they've got.]

[dhaosu]

Yes, you are correct.

[ His voice is quieter, as he attempts to reign it all under control. At least with grief, he was used to feeling it, and knowing or rather thought he couldn't change things. This was immense, it was crushing him, the renewed images of those close to him sacrificing themselves, his people slowly suffering, dying, and everything after that. And yet when he tried to think of something else, he couldn't. ]

...Perhaps I...

[ Dhaos shifted, and seemed to fall silent. He had always been so guarded, especially against humans, but despite some of his still preconceived notions, he remembered slowly but surely not everyone of them was evil. Yet, he hoped sincerely, that his reacting did not make him seem 'weak' or perhaps 'bothersome'.

Not to one of the few humans he's ever managed to get along with. ]

I can... I can manage such a thing, surely. Yet, it is strange that no activity, no other thought comes to mind--usually there is something...

[fluorospar]

[... Yeah, he's struggling. Thankfully, she anticipated this somewhat, and she truly doesn't hesitate to offer up--]

If you are not opposed, I may very well have a suggestion for you.

[dhaosu]

[ He blinks at the offer, a bit surprised. He will take it though, and since it's Selena, he does trust it to be something potentially helpful. ]

...What is it?

monday!

[stupidly]

There really is an entire town out in that abyss...

[This is more of a self-directed mutter of an observation than a conversation starter, but that's what Gilbert intends it to be, anyway...

He'd been looking through the police station himself, of course, but they end up at the jail cell at the same time. He hovers somewhat warily outside of it, eying the place from top to bottom.]

[dhaosu]

Hm.

[ Dhaos turns his attention to Glibert, and peers some more into the place, deciding to have gone straight into the jail cell himself. But... nope all he can see in here are the handcuffs and nothing else within the dirty place.

He takes a step back out of it. ]

It appears that this town was clearly once even inhabited...although it is a wonder what caused it to be abandoned in the first place. That said, there doesn't appear to be anything of note, unless you found something yourself?

[stupidly]

Nothing yet. [Shaking his head!] But there are a lot of weapons that Lithuania suggested we take apart. That's the last thing we need here.

[More killing tools...]

[dhaosu]

Indeed. If possible, they could likely be melted down as well, if someone really is feeling determined enough in an attempt to piece them together.

[ He is not sure how some weapons work, because he has never seen a gun used before in his life, but if it can be put together after being taken apart then he's not going to risk it. ]

How about we take care of that now before someone has any 'funny' ideas?

[stupidly]

I'm not sure if we could get a fire hot enough to melt them down entirely, but we could melt down a few of the smaller pieces that allow them to work.

[Nodding in agreement, either way. He doesn't want to end up implicated in a murder because of his sharpshooting skills, okay...]

[dhaosu]

[ With that said, Dhaos goes to make his way towards the stair-case and to out of the jail cell-area. He meant it when he said 'now'. ]

...Are you familiar with some of these strange weapons in this building? Besides the 'rod' of course.

[stupidly]

[Gilbert will trail along after him without fuss.]

Er— [He's not even sure what Dhaos is talking about, but he'll nod in response to the question, at least.] I am. The guns, at least... The ones here are more advanced than the pistols from my world, but they work similarly.

[dhaosu]

[ There was perhaps too vague of a reference to the nightstick...medieval times. ]

More advanced? Then surely that means they're more dangerous. It is a good thing she suggested such a thing before the week proceeded too far in.

[ And now going up that stair-case. ]

Tuesday

[okuri]

[ Like Dhaos, Yoite frequents the chapel for peace and quiet often. He takes a seat a respectable distance from the other, but not so far as to not be able to read lips.]

Good afternoon.

Have you seen any ghosts here? [ Because what is transitioning into a conversation.]

[dhaosu]

... Good afternoon.

[ It'd be rude to have not returned the greeting himself. ]

I have not seen any so far. If anything, I have heard one woman screaming during the day, however... nothing came of that.

[okuri]

I met one last week, a school teacher. [A beat.] Miata said there were others.

[dhaosu]

[ And that perks his attention almost immediately. ]

...Hm? Interesting. First, did the school teacher say anything of note concerning the town or Miata herself?

[okuri]

The mayor is called Mayor Bačiulis, she hadn't heard of Miata. She said that times were hard, and that half her students were gone. [ He wishes Yukimi were here to give a proper report.]

[dhaosu]

[ Good luck him being able to pronounce that....... ]

I see. It sounds as if this town was suffering from some type of food shortage, and judging by that terminology, she could have implied that half of them died off from it.

That said... did Miata give an indication as to the number of ghosts located here or elaborate further on that matter in a different way?

[okuri]

[ He definitely can't pronounce it right either, between his hearing and Japanese accent.]

Why food shortage? [ He agrees on her implication, however.]

No. But she said someone had saw her younger sister last week too.

[dhaosu]

I suppose it could also be monetary as well, but it is the first thing that came to mind at 'hard times'.

[ He crossed his arms. Well, Miata had a sister...at one point but now it was clear the kind of end her sister had met. ]

I wonder, if perhaps at some point the populace became desperate to the point where they started instituting these games of sorts, thinking more dead bodies meant more food or money go around.