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]

[ why have you betrayed me so, technology?!

the eye goes dim after a moment and he tenses, reaching out his robot hand to swat out into the dark. what the hell is going on?! ]

Oh my god, oh my god. Not today. I don't want to die today. I didn't even get to tell Fiona --

[ agghh why is it wiggling?! he lets out a yelp and immediately jumps to stand, on his bed, freaking the fuck out. ]

Oh my god!

[vicedirector]

[ For a moment, there's no response.

And then something opts to poke Rhys on the nose. ]

[jackhole]

[ it's a good thing these rooms are soundproof because there's gonna be a -- ]

WAAAAAUGH!!

[ and rhys jumps back, but his foot ends up twisting in the sheets, his arms waving in the air and down, he goes. he ends up in a heap on the floor by his bed, blankets and all coming with him. in a very pathetic whimper: ]

What's... happening...

[vicedirector]

[ If someone was in the room with Rhys, it's possible they'd be laughing right about now.

The calm lasts a little longer this time, but sure enough... there's some light tugging and suddenly Rhys's blankets are struggling closer to his chin, as if to tuck him in. Maybe somebody feels bad? ]

[jackhole]

[ that's pretty typical.

but then he's tucked in, as this sad heap of a company man on the floor and just. fine! whatever! ]

Ghosts... ghosts, you gotta. You gotta leave me alone, ghosts. You have to let a guy sleep. Please?

[ ugh. ]

[vicedirector]

[ There's no more movement after that.

Make of it what you will, Rhys. ]

[jackhole]

[ what the fuck ]