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sevenvices2016-03-12 06:13 pm
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvices2016-03-12 06:13 pm
week 4 - trial; day 1
 ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? setting rulebook |
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[ But actually, he has to admit, he's morbidly curious. If nothing else, it sounds hilarious if Undyne is the one reading, adding sound effects, and he's going to guess a healthy amount of embellishment. So he pauses, considers it, then nods. ]
...You know, why not. I wouldn't be to bed immediately anyways, and I'm curious.
i can't believe you're actually making me do this
Um...okay! Once upon a time, in a magical forest, there lived a fluffy...old man. He was the most popular old man in the entire forest and everyone was friends with him because he was so cool and handsome and made spaghet--made weird dolls for all of his friends. The forest was super peaceful and every day the creatures who lived there would play together and frolick through the fields. In other words, it was boring as shit.
Because of this, one day Mr. Fluffy Old Man decided to go on an adventure! He packed a basket full of goodies and hoppity-skipped down the forest path - but instead of following it to the Meadow of Sunshine and Flowers like usual, he ventured off it for the first time and headed deeper into the forest where he had never gone before. As the trees grew thicker and the forest grew darker, he saw...uh, he heard a rustling noise in the bushes.
"Is someone there?" he called out. When no one answered, he shuffled closer to the bushes, peeking--listening in cautiously, when...SURPRISE! It was his friend, the...uh...
The Blue-Eyes White Dragon! [save her]
holy FUCK
[ Break is actually a little surprised too, since he somehow hadn't expected her to go right into the story, but you know what? It's fine. He actually sits back to listen, and it's very, very quickly made just as interesting as he had been hoping. At 'fluffy old man' he has to bite his lip to stifle his laughter, but luckily, she keeps going.
Truly, he's glad he actually asked. This is doing wonders to improve his gloomy mood. ]
Ohhh, my goodness, a dragon~? How frightening! It's a good thing they are friends then...
[ He motions for her to continue because he's definitely invested in this story now. Like, he can't predict where it'll go at all. ]
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Don't worry, it's okay! Even though the dragon looked cool on the outside, he was actually a huge weenie! "Mr. Fluffy Old Man!" he cried, smoke billowing from his mouth. "What are you doing off the path?"
"Why, I'm going on an adventure of course!" said Mr. Fluffy Old Man cheerfully. "Would you like to join me, my friend?"
[Clearing her throat and pitching her voice into a high and...rather familiar sounding anxious tone.] "What!!" said the dragon. "But the forest is dangerous!! You can't go deeper in, are you crazy!! What if you run into something scary, like a blind girl!! Or a cat!! Let me take you back to the meadow where it's safe!!"
But having heard enough of this weenie talk, Mr. Fluffy Old Man shook his head and prodded the dragon's leg with his...fluffy cane. "Come now, where is your sense of adventure?" he said as he clambered onto the dragon's back. "We shall have so much fun together! Onwards into the forest we go, to see what other surprises may await us!"
"But--" the dragon started before Mr. Fluffy Old Man cut him off by noogieing...wrestling...smacking him with his cane. He kept doing it until the dragon, realizing he could take a hit, was filled to the brim with courage and admiration for his incredibly strong friend! And onwards they went into the forest.
As they went deeper and deeper still into the forest, Mr. Fluffy Old Man's senses begin to tingle. "Why Mr. Dragon," he declared, "I do believe we have found our next surprise!"
"Can we go home yet - I mean uh, how can you tell, Mr. Fluffy Old Man?" said the dragon. Mr. Fluffy Old Man tapped the side of his nose.
"There's an odd scent in the air," he announced. "Smells like...puke. And tears."
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He also enjoys how in-character Gilbert the Magic Dragon is, personally. The "can we go home yet" is a nice touch.
But by the end there, Break can't help but laugh, though he tries to reign it in. He mostly fails, and his shoulders tremble, but while the dragon took a bit longer to identify, honestly, who else could this be... ]
An odd scent indeed... The pair should probably turn back, and yet, leaving such a clearly pathetic creature to waste would be quite cruel...