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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[fourleafcleaver]

Monday evening, pool
[A sign shows up taped by the corkboard in the lobby sometime after breakfast, in cutesy curlicue:]
Burning the world's worst outfit at the pool after dinner. Bring a snack.
[It's signed off with a clover, of course, and there's a little doodle of a witch hat at the corner of the word outfit. Clover, what are you doing.

Anyone trying to find out what she's doing, who thinks they've got a good guess as to what she's doing, wants to make sure Clover doesn't set herself on fire, or wants to see what happens if Clover sets herself on fire has to wait a minute or two for her; she's got a few pit stops to make. Here she is, though, with Morrigan's murder clubbing outfit slung over her shoulder and a small cardboard box from the general store under her arm.

She drops the box on the floor at the edge of the pool (there's a little puff of glitter when she does, she filled it with glitter, of course she did) and holds the outfit out in front of her for everyone to see.]

She told me to do what I want with it, and what I want to do is set it on fire. [EULOGY(???): NAILED IT

And so into the box it goes. Clover takes a book of matches stolen from the general store because apparently her babysitters have been slacking since here she is with firestarters, strikes one, and puts it in the box. Then one more, just in case. And okay maybe the third match is kind of overkill but this is not a girl whose past includes people using reasonable amounts of fire, but that's enough for her so she nudges the box into the water with her foot. It floats along a bit and just kinda sits around in the middle of the pool, burning and getting glitter everywhere.

Rest in peace, Morrigan. She was a crazy bitch but she used her powers of crazy bitchiness for...g...ood...??????

Clover just kinda squints at her makeshift viking funeral crumbling. Somehow she sort of expected this to be more satisfying? Ugh she's having a feeling and she hates it. There's a tiny mumble, if no one decides to say anything else first:] ...So did anyone actually bring snacks?


Tuesday afternoon, police station
[Nothing about being in the police station particularly appeals to Clover except that it's new scenery, so despite having spent a little bit of time poking around yesterday, she's back to investigate again.

In the middle of tearing through the apparent break room, she whirls around to face whoever's around and in earshot.] Oh my god. You know how this place is, like, always dusty no matter what you do?

[She looks so mad?? She definitely wiped those donut crumbs off the counter yesterday while she was wandering and they're back and she's pissed about it.]


Thursday afternoon, kitchen
[You know what Thursday means? That day before everyone keeps dying. You know what that means? Stress. You know what that means??? STRESS BAKING. Also team girl sleepovers needs more cookies.

She's the world's messiest baker, hence the batter and the dishes and everything everywhere, but the cookies sure do smell good. As she works, she's singing quietly:] ...hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothin'... [Clover.

There's another batch's worth of batter in the middle of being mixed when the oven timer goes off, and Clover sets it down so she can retrieve the cookies. Maybe she'll share if you ask nicely.]


Wildcard
[As always, Clover can be found wandering about, drinking too much coffee in the morning and the evening and always, and generally bring a nuisance. I am, as usual, available at nidorina for plotting.]

Monday

[keepshispride]

[Eating an apple! Gotta stay healthy and no he's not sharing. He's mostly here to either stop Clover from setting herself on fire or laugh at her when she does. He hasn't decided yet.]

I'm sure she'd be very proud.

[fourleafcleaver]

[EYE ROLL OF THE CENTURY]

If ghosts were real hers would shove me into the pool. [this is how she knows they can't be real, because she's still standing here]

[keepshispride]

She's probably in hell. [Nice, Vegeta. He is really not in a position to judge anyone but okay.] She wouldn't be able to influence anything in the living world from there.

[fourleafcleaver]

[Nope, never mind, this eye roll is the one of the century. It even comes with a little snort.] Thanks for your space alien afterlife opinions.

[keepshispride]

Humans go to the same place aliens do. [Vegeta, how do you know this.] ... And I know humans have a concept of hell, don't pretend that's just a "space alien" thing!

thursday

[fluorospar]

[Really, Clover... really.... Selena's drawn to the kitchen because she's considering making a snack for herself, but here instead there's someone with a whirlwind of baking.

Amazing.

So instead she watches for a bit, hand propped on her hip.]

Well. I am impressed.

[fourleafcleaver]

[Selena is one of a few people here Clover actually sincerely likes, so her approval is exciting!!! Setting the baking pan on top of the oven, she beams.]

I work in a café, so I do a lot of this. They need a minute to cool, but do you want one?

[fluorospar]

[It's 100% genuine too; she's not a particularly talented baker or cook, so this is really something else to her.]

I would be entirely pleased to have one of your cookies, Clover. They smell delicious.

[At least there are some comforts here.]

Do you bake often? You seem quite at home.

[fourleafcleaver]

[Entirely pleased!! Such high praise, and Clover looks even more delighted, cheerfully hip-checking the oven door shut.]

Mostly just for work. [Back to mixing that bowl of batter, humming a little as she does.] It's like, by the time I'm done with my shift I never wanna see flour again in my life, though.

[fluorospar]

[Work, huh... That makes sense.]

It does change the situation when it is your work, does it not?

[She's familiar with the "I NEVER WANNA SEE THIS AGAIN" feeling though for her it's usually...dead bodies... whatever, close enough.]

But this shall certainly bring some cheer to this dour day for some. That is good of you to do.

Thursday

[okuri]

[ He definitely smells the cookies alright. Yoite peeks into the kitchen to see what's going on-- it's definitely not a room he uses otherwise as he has no idea how to cook at all.

It doesn't help that he only catches part of the word she's singing, as he can't read her lips correctly while she's over the counter baking.]

Hundred what?

[fourleafcleaver]

[At first it seems like she's ignoring him and instead continuing to throw stuff in her mixing bowl—except then she finishes the first loop of the hook and oh no, it repeats twice, and she whirls around to face him and continues, FAR TOO LOUDLY—]

Bitches ain't shit [GESTURES WITH HER SPOON, BATTER GETS EVERYWHERE] and they ain't sayin' nothing! A hundred motherfuckers [WITH EMPHASIS SO HE HEARS THIS TIME] can't tell me nothing! [TWIRLS SPOON A LITTLE, RESUMES MIXING, and chills out a little bit as she continues:] I beez in the trap, beez, beez in the trap...

[why Clover]

[okuri]

[ Her serenade seems to have rooted him in place, as he just stares at her confused for several long seconds.]

...

Is this part of baking? [ He has absolutely no idea what's going on right now, but he recalls Yukimi telling him when you ate certain things you drank-- maybe when you bake you sing? ...it's his best guess.]

[fourleafcleaver]

No, I just think it's fun. [She squints into her mixing bowl, places it on the counter, and grabs an oven mitt from elsewhere so she can retrieve her pan of cookies from the oven.]

[okuri]

Oh. [ Well that answers that (he guesses?).]

Are you going to have extra? [He can't forget the reason he came in here!]

monday

[detanimetion]

I have a cup of tea. [You probably don't want to ask her for actual food.]

Soooo...is this what human funerals are like?

[fourleafcleaver]

[Aw man, tea's not food, she can't steal a bite of that.]

It's what human funerals used to be like, like, way long ago in a really specific part of Europe. [or something??? this is not a girl who spent many history classes awake] It just kind of seemed like a good way to set something on fire.

[detanimetion]

Whoa, that's super badass. We just dump the monster's dust over stuff they loved. Why the hell did you guys stop doing that?

[squinting at the clothes] Should we set more of her stuff on fire then? To honor her and all that? [and not at all because she wants to light more shit on fire, of course not....]

[fourleafcleaver]

Probably because it got really inconvenient to keep building boats and setting them on fire, I guess? [pause.] Modern arson laws, too. I dunno, sometimes we do cremations and dump the ashes over places the person loved.

[Undyne please......] Uh. Probably not? Someone might wanna hang onto that stuff.

...There's another outfit in there that's probably fair game, though. [like if you REALLY wanna set something ablaze; why is her life so filled with pyromaniacs???]

thursday

[americanbeauty]

[IGNORING THE SWEARING. Clover you test her grandma sensibilities but she honestly has the patience of a saint so it's okay. Lucy is helping with all this baking because it's something to do and also she has been dragged to this sleepover. Not like she would have said no if she was actually asked for real.

She rushes to the oven so Clover doesn't have to use her skill: balance to juggle a mixing bowl and a hot tray.]

How many people are we feeding again?

[This is a lot.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Lucy is too pure for this nonsense, but every now and again Clover has the self-awareness to censor a swear out with a humming noise. Sometimes it happens. Not often.]

I lost count. [She didn't actually make a count in the first place, she's not really sure how many people are attending team girl sleepover? Making cookies just seemed like a fun time. She sidesteps out of the way so Lucy can get the oven; thanks, friend.] Worst-case scenario, we have a ton of extra cookies! Do those ones look done?

[americanbeauty]

[Clover is truly the best bro. It takes effort to radio edit yourself.]

They do, you're really quite good at this. I'm used to simpler recipes. [Like. Gingersnaps and only gingersnaps. Also she's taking them out to let them cool next to the other collection of baked goods.]

We could give them to others afterwards if there are.

[fourleafcleaver]

We could also eat them all ourselves. [She mmmmiiiight be joking?] But I bet people'll be interested.

[Still balancing her mixing bowl, she's already rooting through lower cabinets for another baking tray so she doesn't have to clean any of the ones she's used.] I do a lot of this at work, so it's kinda like second nature. [But "quite good"! Compliments from people she actually likes are always exciting, she's even bouncier than before all of a sudden.]

Wildcard

[dhaosu]

[ Late Thursday night, Clover will (if she stays up that late) locate a mysterious note wedged in between the door, or something. It is very clearly sticking out either way. ]