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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wednesday!

[stupidly]

[TIME FOR GENSOKYO AND PSEUDO-VICTORIAN STRUGGLES. Gilbert, who's been collecting more cigarettes, pauses long enough to look over at the can.

...

That's a good question, Satori.]

Er— With a knife, maybe? [Holding a hand out!] Can I see it for a second?

[unpleasantries]

[She hands it over.]

Things were easier when I just had pets to gather food for me. I didn't have to worry about things like this.

[#teamsloth]

[stupidly]

Pets to gather food?

[?! What does that even mean, he's... He isn't going to ask, nope. Instead, he just takes the can and flips it over a few times, frowning at it.]

...Cutting this open with a knife might be dangerous, but I can't think of any other way to get into it. There aren't any opening parts or anything.

[unpleasantries]

Animals can do anything if you train them properly. They can do even more once they live long enough to become youkai. They really are amazing.

[It's okay to call sapient creatures pets, right?]

...Hmm. Trying to blast it open with danmaku might just throw the contents all over the place...isn't there still a sword tsukumogami here? Maybe I'll ask him.

[She's determined not to have to do this herself.]

[stupidly]

[Satori... Not that anyone from his canon can talk, considering Cheshire and all.]

—Don't ask Urashima! That's his body, you know! [Poor, poor Urashima... A proud blade reduced to cutting open cans of tuna.]

Come with me to the kitchen and I'll open it for you.

[unpleasantries]

[HE'S DECORATIVE ANYWAY, CUTTING CANS IS FINE]

...All right. I don't think you'd be able to murder me, anyway.

[Even if Gilbert is a weenie she has to assess the risks with following someone to a room full of knives.]

[stupidly]

[LET HIM BE DECORATIVE IN PEACE--

But ah, so weenie hut jr. that he's not even a threat in a room full of knives... He just sighs in response, rubbing at his face with his free hand like he's Tired.]

I wouldn't do that... [But it's more of a Tired Grumble than any actual protest, and with that all set, he'll turn to lead the way back to the hotel! Where he'll start looking for a knife to open this can because they just live life on the edge without technology.]

—What do you need this for, anyway? There's plenty of fresh food here.

[unpleasantries]

[There's a nuclear reactor in Satori's basement but not a single can opener to be found in the whole mansion. Awful.]

Cats like tuna.

[She says this like it is the most obvious thing in the world.]

I'm not too sure about anything that shows up wrapped in metal, but...if it's awful then I'll just have to find something else to give them.

["Them" refers, of course, to Cheshire and Ranulf. She's spoken with the former a few times before, but it's more of a peace offering in Ranulf's case, after she grilled him a little at the trial.]

[stupidly]

[GOOOOOOOD WHY IS IT ALWAYS CATS-- Gilbert seizes up a little just at the mere mention of them, but he doesn't drop the can, at least...]

There are more cats here—?! [He's thinking along the line of void dog or something and just whispering no in his head a lot.]

[unpleasantries]

Are there?

[SHE'S SUDDENLY VERY...EXCITED? MAYBE?]

I was just thinking of Cheshire and Ranulf, but if there are more...

[stupidly]

Oh—! No... I thought you meant there were more appearing.

[His weak heart can't handle that...

He'll set the can on the counter though, and rummage around for a knife.]

[unpleasantries]

[She "tch"es out loud like a real anime character.]

So why are you afraid of them? Some sort of childhood trauma? Allergies? Or is it just a matter of not having very good taste?

[Asking the important questions.]

[stupidly]

Er— I... don't actually remember...

[Little amnesiac things.

Also, Gilbert's doing a pretty good job with the knife and can here, despite all odds! It looks like he'll actually manage it without incident.]

[unpleasantries]

Another one without memories? Honestly...it really is a shame I've lost my third eye's abilities here. I could try hypnosis to bring them up to the surface.

[It's probably for the better she doesn't, though, because that hypnosis is very specifically used to drudge up traumatic memories in particular.]

Don't cut yourself.

[This is Satori-speak for "Be careful."]

[stupidly]

[That's definitely the last thing they need in murdertown... a bunch of traumatized former amnesiacs running around screaming.]

Are there more here? [HIS PEOPLE. But at the reminder-- he refocuses on the can, brow furrowed.]

I won't. [And lo, he doesn't! He carefully works the blade around the can's edge, and once it's all cut through, he lifts the top off my sliding the knife below it.] —There.

[unpleasantries]

It didn't seem particularly extensive, but Hinata couldn't remember a few things when we arrived here.

[Isn't it nice that the weenies have another thing in common...

Satori takes the can, looks at it, and contemplates the contents.]

...I'm not sure what I was expecting.

[stupidly]

Oh... Right, there are a few things missing on his profile too, aren't there?

[Weenie hut jr. members gotta stick together...

But he's not entirely sure what he had expected either, honestly. It looks... Well. It looks like something someone would feed to a cat.]

...It smells a little strange.

[Baby Victorian's First Time Smelling Canned Food.]

[unpleasantries]

...Maybe I should find something a little fresher, after all. This was conveniently sized, but...

[Only the best for Edgelord Satori's game of Neko Atsume.]

...On the other hand, it seems a bit of a waste to not do something with it. I suppose I could throw it into the fire.

[It's what Orin would want.]

[stupidly]

How is throwing it into the fire any different from not doing anything with it at all?

[SATORI!! He seems to be contemplating Actual Courses Of Action though, since honestly, not even he knows what to do with this nonsense.]

It could probably be baked into something else and it would be harder to tell that it came from a can, then.

[unpleasantries]

Well, if you think about it...it's a corpse. It's what we do to the corpses at home.

[That explains everything, right.]

Baking seems like it might be a good idea, but I've never done it before.

[stupidly]

...What? [ARE THEY GOING TO HOLD A VIKING FUNERAL-- But that said:]

I'm not even sure if this is real fish... [He's concerned.] I know how to cook, so I could see what I can do with it, if you wouldn't mind giving the can to me.

[unpleasantries]

My cat collects corpses to keep the fires in Old Hell running. The fire here isn't the same, obviously, but it's just what I'm accustomed to doing with...unwanted dead things.

[There you go, Gilbert, a creepy cat story to help your phobia.

She shuffles a little when he offers to bake for her, though.]

...I wouldn't mind, but there's nothing I can do for you in return.

[stupidly]

[WHY... He definitely doesn't look too pleased to hear that there's some corpse-collecting cat wandering around running hell fires or something, but hey, at least it's not here... And he supposes it makes sense that she'd be looking out for the cat...people in the town too, if she's used to working with a cat back home.]

It's fine. It would be better than burning it. [No dead fish for the dead cat gods.]

I don't mind doing it for nothing in return, either. I like cooking and baking, so... [HE WILL DO THE THING even if it's for cats.]