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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[jackhole]

[ the spit lands on his cheek and he wretches, lifting the robot hand to wipe it off his skin and flick it off towards the ground. ]

Did you just spit on me? You brat!

[ he's so freggin' sick of this place and buddy is just another reason why. ]

I don't care! I don't care about your tragic backstory, kid. Good for you, where you come from is terrible. That's pretty much the same for every other single person here! You still let it take Morrigan's life. Hah, the way you talk about it, if you weren't so concerned about how terrible your life is, maybe Morrigan would still be here, huh?

[ the last bit just makes him frown and while he doesn't argue against the vomiting or anything else, he's less heated when he replies next. he sneers as he replies, low and mean instead. ]

Yeah? Well, looks like you won't. You're just going to have to live with what you've done. Live with the fact that you let someone else die for you again just because you were too much of a snake to fess up. An innocent woman too, for all your talk of how terrible men are. That seems like way worse punishment to me, bro.

[lastgirl]

I WILL live with it! You don't have to fucking tell me what I know! So get off your fucking high horse and stop preaching to me, you shithead!

[And with that, she'll take a very quick swipe at Rhys with her finger nails, hoping to cut his face up with a sucker punch hit.]

[jackhole]

[ he's learned since the last time! he definitely jumps back, using his height to his advantage and keeping his face away from her. he's also pretty well aware he can't hit her (even though... he honestly wouldn't want to if he could) so he tries not to do anything that can be interpreted as such. ]

Stop it! Stop it! Are you seriously coming off your victory over having killed someone -- two people even! -- by attacking me? You really are insane!

[lastgirl]

Tell me something I DON'T know asshole!

[And she'll keep trying to get a hit in, even jumping up toward him - Rhys has unleashed a goddamn monster.]

[jackhole]

[ holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. he's going to try and keep her at a distance with his leg, glancing back behind him to see if there's something he can grab to put space between them. ]

Apparently, that I'm not going to fight you. Honestly. Hitting me isn't going to make you feel any better about sending someone to her death!

[lastgirl]

I'm not hitting you to feel better - [she says, continuing to lash out at him and ignores any shove back with his leg] - I'm hitting you because you're a fucking shit head who deserves it! Should have bashed your head in day one; I would have done everyone here a favor!

[jackhole]

[ she's actually getting strikes in, which is the worst part and the more he tries to duck away, the more he stumbles. ]

That's even worse. Stop -- fucking -- hitting me -- you crazy death child!

[ this is the point though where rhys is going to trip on his scramble backwards and hit the floor, head first. his forehead takes the beating and he lets out a yelp, grabbing at the spot of pain with a hand and immediately curling in towards his body in a terrible effort to block buddy's attacks (or at least send them for his back and legs). seriously, he's not going to fight back. ]

-- Get away from me!