week 0 - arrival

[vicedirector]

seven vices arrival ♫ saturday & sunday 36 players remaining You remember happening upon something awful and nauseating. What it was, precisely, is lost to you, but you have the instinctive feeling that by escaping from it, you've avoided something terrible. When you open your eyes, you find yourself laying in bed in a dark, dusty room, facing a digital alarm clock. Its face, reading 12:01, is one of the only sources of light in the room. The other comes from the window, shadows flickering about. Opening the blinds will reveal that it is nighttime, and what looks to be a massive bonfire has been lit in the street at the front of the building. A wooden talisman hangs around your neck, with one of seven symbols carved on the back. Attempting to take off the talisman will result in a wave of intense dread, and the all-too-familiar nausea. A brass key engraved with a unique room number lays on the bedside table beside the clock, as well. But you won't get any answers just sitting in your room all night. >Investigate? This is an open mingle for arrival in the town. Waking up just after midnight on Saturday, characters will have the weekend to explore and socialize before the plot begins. The profiles and IC rulebooks (both the personal ones and the public one at the chapel) have not been revealed/given out yet. The kitchen will still 'prepare' breakfast on these days, and the bonfire will burn continuously into the daytime. Per items: smaller items that a character could easily carry with them will be in their rooms. Animals and larger objects will either be waiting outside or in the hotel lobby. cast setting

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[crazily]

[ He waves an oversized sleeve Bill's way dismissively, but it's with a friendly enough smile. ]

I did! I saw the who~ole thing, as a matter of fact. I'm not sure if I was supposed to, but, well, that's how these things are. When strange groups of people kidnap you, it's probably best to pretend you're just as unconscious as everyone else, right?

[ break just stop ]

Ah, but you know, I do have to wonder if it's safe to share... Who knows! Perhaps they'll whisk me away in the night again if I breathe a single word...

[brawlhalla]

[ The dragon, at least, seems pleased! .......Sort of. There is bacon here for her, after all, so she's just...chowing down now... ]

And no, I don't. It doesn't even make sense with what I remember last - unless I got knocked out at some point.

[ which...

okay that could have happened, she guesses? but the others wouldn't have exactly allowed her and stormfly to be dragged off after that. ]

And even then, like you said - kidnapping a dragon isn't easy.

[fluorospar]

From that, I'll take it you haven't had any more luck than I have in trying to understand our situation.

[Kidnapping, okay, sure. She sort of gets it, even if it's somewhat hard to believe.

But... a town they can't really leave??? That's where it gets weird.]

[hopefragment]

[Now that he knows it's a lady's room, he certainly won't be doing it again uninvited!

He notes the way she reaches toward that book... she... wasn't going to throw it at him, was she?? He just holds up both hands in an attempt at a pacifying gesture, shaking his head.]

Oh, uh... sorry for intruding, I wasn't sure anyone was in here. You... didn't just arrive, did you?

[takanome]

[Well, okay. Civil exchange of information, that Takao can definitely do. It's just that there's not much information to exchange. He tilts his head and widens his eyes in the moment before he answers, trying to take in as much of the town as he can for some scrap of actual useful information.]

I don't know. I've never been here before, and it looks really different from home - Tokyo, in Japan. I woke up in the hotel. Same for you?

[sobowtor]

I dunno. She seems like she's super into her old Cold War hobbies as of late.

[Poland blows some warm air onto her hands.]

Who else would bother?

[americanbeauty]

saturday

[Where the hell is she? Why is it so damn cold? None of this makes sense!

Lucy wakes up with a start, quickly canvasing the room and shrugging on one of the strangely fitting jackets before trudging outside towards the bonfire. Middle of the night or not she isn't going to stay in some unknown hotel(?) room. She hovers at the edge of the firelight, scanning left and right as if looking for someone or something, but whenever she actually sees someone she shrinks back.

Except there is nowhere to hide in this empty courtyard and her pastel pink color scheme isn't the best for stealth. No matter the reason for your approach she does not take kindly to it.]

Stay back! Who are you?

[She shouldn't have left the room empty handed.]

sunday

[It's the next morning and Lucy has calmed down from the initial panic of waking up in a mysterious place. She's not okay with apparently being stuck but some facts you just have to accept. And it's not like she will get on an empty stomach.

So she's in the kitchen, a plate of food on the counter to her side, and she's fiddling with an old fashioned coffee maker. Well, old fashioned for others probably. She seems used to working it. She's under the assumption now that whoever is behind this probably wasn't one of them so whenever someone walks in she turns and offers a tired smile.]

Would you like a cup?

[aumygoddess]

O-Oh, thank you. [ what a cute, if scruffy, kid ] It's called a katana. Have you not ever seen one before?

[ ...at least I'm assuming it's a katana since it's too short to be a wakizashi DO NOT QUOTE ME ON THAT THOUGH ]

[fluorospar]

If you intend to punch holes into the walls of every building here in the dead of winter, I am afraid it is my business.

[JUST...SAYING??]

Now. What is the matter?

one!

[stupidly]

[THAT'S A LOUD SHOUT. That's a loud shout from a guy who's hiding behind his door... On the plus side, that's a pretty distinct sign right there that he's One Of The Herd - also confused and kidnapped, probably. Gilbert goes from tense and ready to punch, to just tired and filled with oncoming headaches.]

Who the hell are you?

[jackhole]

[ oh my god?? oh my god!! rhys is totally and completely not ready for being attacked so there's another shriek as buddy flings herself at him and he immediately throws his hands up to cover his face, shrinking down against the door. ]

Hey! Hey! You, ow-- Stop that! And give it back! You're hitting me with my own baton, that's like -- ow, god damnit, ow. That isn't fair! It's cheating is what it is so like, give it back! What is wrong with you?!

[ after a bit of this, rhys is going to kick out one of his legs to try and knock her down. he's not really trying to attack her but please, stop the hitting. his poor, pretty face. ]

[lastgirl]

[She stops in her tracks when the person comes out. It's -- an older girl? No, a...woman. She's pretty sure that was the word Brad and her uncles used when they talked about her becoming older, so it must be right.]

Don't have a mother. [Not one she knows of anyhow. Obviously she came from some woman, but Buddy has no idea what happened to her.] You were a beast, a dog of some kind, but then you became a woman. ...Are you a woman disguising as an animal, or an animal disguising as a woman?

[billarious]

[Someone who knows the kind of people you should let into the cocaine stash, obviously! Look at this guy, why wouldn't you give him some of that stuff?]

Ice but not ice, huh?

[No he's pretty sure it's the same thing, but he's not going to correct her on that. Instead he'll pick some of the snow up, palming it in his reddening hand.]

So all snow's cold then?

[fluorospar]

[Yo sup.]

...Are you finished?

[You know.

With the yelling.]

[stupidly]

[What's that?? The sound of MMMMURDER in the morning?! Gilbert is morally obligated to check!! He'll even risk his (fourth) pan of bacon for it, leaving it sizzling away on the stove.]

Hey—! Are you okay?!

[Is she unconscious. How does one deal with unconscious people??]

[brawlhalla]

[ Ah...don't attack her, Faize, she would enjoy it too much. Battles are her jam. Also, the dragon might take offense - or might let Astrid have her fun, who knows. Astrid, however, just jerks her thumb over her shoulder. ]

The other side. We flew into it to see if that would...

[ you know. change the results????

why is astrid crazy enough to fly into a void? because she is a viking from berk. even the only sane men in berk are pretty fucking crazy when it comes to self-preservation instincts. ]

Anyway, apparently it just...I have no idea how it works. It's seiðr, has to be.

[ Magic. Norse-magic, ancient magic, stuff Gothi might know about, but which Astrid sure as hell doesn't. ]

[crazily]

[ Ah... She's genuinely asking him for help. In some corner of his heart, he should probably feel bad about deceiving her, and yet. And yet ]

Ha ha ha, oh dear me, no... I'm afraid I don't! I have no experience with ghosts and the otherworldly. But...

[ But he'll pretend that he knows someone that does. For one, he doesn't want to admit that he has no idea what's happening, but mostly, he'll just take any chance he can to make Gilbert's life difficult. ]

I do know someone that might be able to help! He's a tall, gloomy, unappealing looking man with hair like seaweed. He would certainly be able to assist in this matter!

[aumygoddess]

I will keep an eye out. But thank you for the warning.

[ especially when they've just met wow what a nice guy!!! ]

B.

[sobowtor]

[Ah... This isn't a familiar person and to be perfectly honest they look sort of... odd.

That's one severe case of cowlick.

Poland mutely shakes her head in reply, chewing on the inside of her cheek.]

[fluorospar]

[Don't worry, she knows the panicked look of someone who has made too much food and has nowhere to put it.]

Are you offering?

[But she'll smile, stepping into the kitchen properly.]

In that case, I suppose I may as well. Thank you for your courtesy.

[Gotta keep up their strength and all of that good stuff!]

[hopefragment]

Huh?!

[Doctor... me?!

He seems a little startled, turning and blinking at her as the notepad drops to his side. Thanks to the clinic being inside, he's at least unbuttoned his coat, though he's wearing a thick sweater instead of his usual t-shirt. The jeans and sneakers are staying until it's time to wash them, though.]

O-oh, no, I don't work here, I, uh... sorry, who are you?

[herbgrace]

I don't know. But she hasn't showed up to taunt us, so I don't think it's her. [She can't imagine Russia passing up the opportunity.]

[brawlhalla]

That's what it is? [ She's. Staring at him a little (HE'S SAYING HE CAN FLY???) but you know what, that's...

That's something she can think about later. ]

What sort of magic is this?

[disapproved]

[ she remains silent for a moment, then, realizing her pursuer's persistence, she speaks. ]

Sorry to disappoint, but I am not the one you seek.

[ now that the proverbial jig was up, she steps out of the shadows, the pale moonlight the only thing illuminating her — as well as the other person. a man, it seemed like, and she couldn't be sure if he was armed. ]

I am Morrigan. I trust you have a name, as well?

[unpleasantries]

[There's a story there, and Hanyuu can probably see how hungry the look in Satori's third eye is as it stares at her, but - well, no matter how hungry it is, it's not going to get anything.]

What sort, then? You're nothing like the one I've had the...privilege of meeting.

[Satori Komeiji, Tact Level of -4.]