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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[sobowtor]

[That being said she does not actually think the breakfast fiend was Papyrus. He's too nice.]

I'm gonna get them back obviously. No one tries to murder me and gets away with it!

[Poland pounds her fist into her hand determinedly.] I just have to catch them first.

[What were you saying about catching them being dangerous?]

[stupidly]

[For a second, he actually did think she was alluding to thinking it was Papyrus, BUT THERE'S NO WAY... He's too pure, far too pure.]

You aren't planning on holding a stakeout or anything like that, are you? What if that's exactly what they're trying to get you to do!

[He doesn't need paranoia week to be paranoid!!]

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[sobowtor]

Yeah a stake out!

Great idea!

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[sobowtor]

We can hide in the cupboards tomorrow and when we see them prepping the food again, we jump out and tackle them before they can waste anymore breakfasts!

[You're involved in this now Gilbert.]

[stupidly]

Wait— we?! [HE DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS LIFE.]

...And I just said this was dangerous! This is the opposite of what we should be doing! [Now he's saying "we" too...] I can't even fit in a cupboard?!

[sobowtor]

[Poland is already climbing on the counter and squishing herself into a cabinet. She's very flexible.]

Alright stay there and lets see if I can tackle you from leaping out from inside here.

Ready?

[stupidly]

[POLAND, NO...]

Wait— Hold on! Don't jump out from there!

[WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO IF SHE DOESN'T STICK THE LANDING.]

[sobowtor]

[Has she listened to a single thing he has said this entire time.]

HYAAAAAAH!

[There is a small polish woman sailing through the air towards you.]

[stupidly]

AHHH—?!

[There's a large fake-Victorian screaming in turn and THROWING HIS ARMS UP TO TRY CATCHING HER--

He'll probably manage to do so, at least! Though he'll definitely stumble back into the counter...]

[sobowtor]

[Poland's not that heavy at least! Although. She does feel pretty dense, hanging off people.]

...

[Poland swings her feet a little bit looking for the floor, so this is what it feels like to be 6 feet, huh?]

Alright well even if they're tall I can still take them!

[stupidly]

[The air is thinner up here, he's so far away from the ground...

But he'll put Poland back onto the floor, looking properly harried and disgruntled.]

What do you plan on doing once you jump out at them, anyway? What if they're armed?

[sobowtor]

[Poland's back on the floor. It really was greener on the other side...]

You know I'm starting to think this plan of yours maybe wasn't all that well thought out?

[stupidly]

—Why is it suddenly my plan?! I didn't support it a single time!

[He's so old and tired Poland, why must you tease him like this.]

[sobowtor]

Okay so what's your plan?

[Listen. Listen. She is way older and way less tired, sir! You should clearly be adopting her lackadaisical life style to feel less old and tired.]

[stupidly]

[If he tried to do that, he'd be dead due to severe anxious stomach aches within like twelve hours...]

I— [...That's a good question, though!] Er... I don't think you should engage directly at all. Just sticking around long enough to see who's doing it would be a good start, right? You can figure out a safer way to confront them after that.

[sobowtor]

Maybe we should shock them so they are stunned and we can get a good look at them.

Let's make a breakfast to put there first before they get there to put their's down!

[stupidly]

Do you think something like that would really work?

[Well. ...It probably would surprise whoever's leaving the trays...]

[sobowtor]

We have to try!

[Poland hops back up on the counter-- to sit this time.]

We should probably decide our breakfast menu now and do a test run.

[Then sample it so it doesn't go to waste.

Feed me.]

[stupidly]

[Isn't that just a fancy way of saying "I want breakfast"??]

...Well, what breakfast menu do you think would be most effective?

[He'll play along, though. He'll play along...]

[sobowtor]

[Um. No. It is a convoluted way of saying "I want breakfast."

Keep up Gilbert!]

Mmm... Crepes. With strawberries.

[stupidly]

[HE CAN'T!!

He can't but he's sure giving it a good ol' fashioned college try.]

Give me a few minutes and I'll have your test plate out for you, then.

[AND LO, the weenie hut jr. king will proceed to get all the ingredients and fixings for crepes with strawberries out.]

[sobowtor]

So you like to cook, huh?

[Chin hands.]

[stupidly]

I don't mind it, and it's something I can do well.

[Much like knitting scarves, apparently.]

[sobowtor]

[That wasn't too enthusiastic.]

Well what do you like then?

[stupidly]

[LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW cooking is one of his favorite things to do...]

Er... I like to knit? [A WEENIE.] Baking is fine, too.