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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[thebonezone]

'course it is. i'm not gonna use someone else's bones, that's just tasteless.

[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...???]

[unpleasantries]

[She casts a suspicious look at his femurs but decides she won't question it. If she really wants to know that badly, she can always talk about this with her corpse expert cat when she gets home, if she gets home.

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?

1/2

[thebonezone]

comedic timing.

[sans takes a step back]

[whereisyourdognow]

[before satori has a chance to fully register that sentence, the dog comes barrelling through, jumping on her to get to the bone. he has literally tackled her. his tail is waving and he is incessantly barking.

the momentum is surprisingly strong for such a small dog.]

[unpleasantries]

What?

[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.]

[thebonezone]

woops. sorry. [he doesn't sound sorry at all. the dog continues its incessant barking.] you might wanna give him the bone, or he won't stop. he's kind of annoying like that.

[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.]

[unpleasantries]

[She holds up the bone for the dog.]

He's certainly energetic. How do you keep up with him?

[thebonezone]

[the dog grabs it. he is now chewing on the bone, though he is settled on satori. she will have to push him off if she wants to do anything more than sit up...]

oh, that's easy. he's not my dog.

[unpleasantries]

[Ah...is this what it feels like to be the straight man in a comedy routine...]

Then whose is he...?

[thebonezone]

[yes.]

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.

[unpleasantries]

Oh, your brother...

[He must mean the other skeleton.]

...It must be stressful having him here. I don't envy your position.

[thebonezone]

it's a pretty bum deal, but i'm not worried. he's got undyne looking out for him.

[who's lying. sans would never.]