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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[okuri]

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

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

[fourleafcleaver]

Why do you ask? [She's smiling like she knows exactly why he's asking, though, as she sets the pan down on the oven.]

[okuri]

They smell good. I like sweets. [ He doesn't mind answering her earnestly-- it's probably one of the few times she's seen him so relaxed, even.]

If you have extra, I'd like some.

[fourleafcleaver]

[She nods, setting the oven mitt aside so she can pick her mixing bowl back up and get back to that.] Yeah, let them cool off and have at it.

[okuri]

Thank you. What kind are they? [ Just going to stand here eagerly like a puppy.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Chocolate chip! [Aww look how excited he is. It definitely feeds her ego.] Extra chocolate, because what's the point otherwise?

[okuri]

[He nods-- it's not like he could taste the extra chocolate, but he can certainly smell it.

...well he feels like he's waited long enough (a few minutes at least!), so without further hesitation he grabs a cookie and stuffs it in his mouth whole. He does so with another one before he speaks, but he looks like he's enjoying them a lot.]

Sorry for- [ Yup eating another cookie whole.] scaring you the other night.

[fourleafcleaver]

Oh my god, do not choke, I'm not being responsible for you dying. [THIS ISN'T HOW THIS THURSDAY IS GOING DOWN PLEASE

The apology makes her pause in the middle of rummaging around for another baking tray for the batter in her mixing bowl. She thinks of Kurisu, apologizing because Clover was too jumpy that same night, and frowns.] Oh. Don't worry about it.

[...she continues to not be much for apologizing herself, though. Whoops.]

How are they?

[okuri]

[ Still stuffing cookies in his face, though he does shoot her a curious look. This was how he ate all the time-- he doesn't know how to eat any other way.]

They're good, they're still warm and I can smell the chocolate. [ Noticeably, anything about how they taste is left out.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[She figures the "they're good" basically encompasses the taste, even if the follow-ups are kind of weird compliments? But good god this kid is like a human vacuum.]

I mean it, that would be the stupidest investigation ever and...I'm glad they're good but does your stomach have a bottom? [why is it always sass with you, Clover]

[okuri]

I won't die that way. [ But he finally seems to be slowing down, as he finishes the cookie he's holding (even if he's eaten nearly half of the batch at this point).]

I've always eaten like this. [ If anything, he looks more confused than embarrassed.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Does that include eating everything while you're at it? Do you have any idea what an actual meal is? [There's no mean intention to it, she just only speaks the language of sass, but she is a little exasperated. As with most things, she isn't particularly careful dropping the baking pan on the counter or with shoving her mixing bowl, spoon inside, at Yoite.]

Drop each spoonful on there two or three inches apart from each other. [If you're gonna eat all her cookies you're gonna help her make new ones!!! That is all the instruction she gives before hauling a nearby chair over so she can reach a cabinet and get some new dishes.]

[okuri]

You said I could have some. [ Look, he left a few so he technically still had only "some" of them.

Yoite just about freezes though when she starts directing him, but after hesitating a moment he tries to comply. He's never cooked anything in his entire life, so he stares at the bowl of dough for a few seconds before awkwardly trying to get them on the baking pan. It's not the easiest thing to do considering his gloves, and they're not uniform-- but he did manage to get them almost exactly 2.5 inches apart. That part he understands at least.]

Like this? [ Vaguely he wonders how he got roped into such a thing.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[She glances over in the middle of her cabinet-rifling to make sure he hasn't fucked it up horribly. Cookie distribution isn't an exact science.]

Yeah. The oven's already heated, go ahead and just put that in there. [Using an oven mitt feels like common sense to her, so she doesn't mention that. Please don't set yourself on fire, Yoite, prove her right. In the meantime, she's clambering back down the chair with a new mixing bowl and spoon.]

[okuri]

Okay. [ Nope, he totally has no idea that heat protection is a thing in baking. Even if he did, putting a mitten on over gloves doesn't seem good.

The cookies go into the oven easily enough, but he jumps back several feet in a spastic fashion from the heat (not like winter gloves are made to keep out heat...). He's not on fire at least, and at least his (ninja) reflexes came in handy for something. He may or may not have bumped into the chair she was previously standing on in the process.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[She's halfway from the chair to the floor when he jumps and she's halfway through yelling at him for it when he hits the chair and nope, there goes the spoon and the bowl and she's going down, way to go, Yoite.

There's not a whole lot of distance for her to go, at least, but she still swears the whole way to the floor.]

[okuri]

[ Though his reflexes are fast, they're not quite fast enough in this instance. The spoon and the bowl are a second thought (no matter how much he loves the cookies!), as he tries to half catch her before she completely crashes on the floor.

For a moment, he's forgotten how much he hates touching other people.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[POINTS FOR EFFORT and also because being half-caught is half better than being not-caught. Clover is making no effort to pick herself up the rest of the way, though, because she's a brat.]

Did the oven try to bite you or something?! [She. Could sound angrier?? She has sounded angrier. Yoite has heard her trying to be angry, this is nothing.]

[okuri]

[ Yoite doesn't mind lifting her to her feet, but almost as soon as she's steady he takes several steps back.]

No it was hot and-- [ He's basically in a panic now, a mix between causing the mess in the first place and touching her.] Sorry.

[fourleafcleaver]

[If nothing else, she doesn't take long to get herself reoriented. Excellent balance! She tilts her head, though, and brushes dust off her skirt.]

Don't freak out, I'm the one who almost died. [first of all Clover it wasn't even that far down and second how long ago was it that you were approaching freaking out over the nonexistent threat of him choking on a cookie]

[okuri]

I'm not good at things like this. [ At least he hasn't (unhelpfully) mentioned the one thing he is good at.

But he seems to have settled, though whether it's because he reestablished his personal space or because her words helped is unclear.]