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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. setting rulebook profiles private conversations |
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[is it a trap??? it is impossible to tell.]
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...There's a way to call him back?
[Satori sounds EXTREMELY EAGER, despite herself. She's awful at this.]
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[sans points to the dogchiatrist sign. is that... supposed to mean the dog is a real psychiatrist??]
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Is he still getting accustomed to his work? Positive reinforcement is my method of choice, but if he routinely runs off like that, perhaps some scolding wouldn't be out of the question.
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[She seems embarrassed all of a sudden.]
...He seemed to like being petted, so I could be persuaded to do that, if it would help.
[Essentially, "Please let me pet your dog."]
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don't worry about it, being pet is part of his job description. nah, he's got only two things that'd make him show up.
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[It's upgraded to "Please let me babysit your dog."]
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[sans takes a literal bone out of his pocket and holds it out for satori to take.]
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This isn't...one of yours, is it?
[Since he's a skeleton and all.]
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[he doesn't even blink when he says it. it is, however, a vaguely femur shaped bone, and sans seems to have both of his, so...???]
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In the meantime, she really wants to know what the other method for getting the dog back is.]
Okay, so the first way to call him back is with a bone...what's the second way?
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[sans takes a step back]
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the momentum is surprisingly strong for such a small dog.]
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[That's pretty much all she can get out before Satori just kind of...falls over from the sheer force of dog.
The look she gives Sans is one of sheer exasperation, but true to his word, the dog has come back, so it's probably fine. Its barking is kind of annoying now that it's doing it so much, but it's still pretty adorable?
She pats it. How did this happen.]
...I suppose I deserved that for being so gullible.
[Is all she eventually says.]
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[he's making no move to help her up, but considering the dog has firmly planted himself on her, that's probably for the best.]
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He's certainly energetic. How do you keep up with him?
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oh, that's easy. he's not my dog.
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Then whose is he...?
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he's got his own place, as far as i know. back home, anyway. he followed my bro here, so he's kinda more his responsibility... which is great, because i hate responsibility.
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[He must mean the other skeleton.]
...It must be stressful having him here. I don't envy your position.
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[who's lying. sans would never.]