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sevenvices2016-02-08 12:32 am
vicedirector) wrote in sevenvices2016-02-08 12:32 am
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week 0 - introduction
 ♫ monday At promptly 9AM Monday morning, every television in the hotel turns on. For a moment, static blares loud enough to wake anyone still sleeping, but it quickly fades out into a patternless gray image. After a few seconds of silence, a woman begins speaking. "Good morning. Thank you for waiting so patiently the past two days." Her voice is soft and easy on the ears, albeit a little flat and monotone. "If you would please gather in the chapel within the next half hour, we will be happy to provide you with answers pertaining to the current situation." Anyone not in their rooms will hear the voice echoing throughout the town as if via speaker system, though there are no actual speakers visible. Those who purposefully dawdle and delay going to the chapel will be subjected to their alarm clocks going off until they get up and leave. Upon entering the chapel, everyone will find that candles have been lit, and a small table with various pastries, simple sandwiches, and juices has been set up in front of the altar. More importantly, though, are the 36 booklets placed on the pews. Curiously, they contain photos and profiles of everyone in the town--some with startling details. There are also a few blank pages near the end. After the last person enters, the doors lock. The chapel is tiny, and very much cramped with 36 people inside, though the pews are still numerous enough to accommodate everyone--just barely. But you may as well get comfy, because it won't be another half-hour until someone shows up. >Mingle? This is another open mingle for the beginning of the plot. NPC interaction will come later in the day. profiles |
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They certainly did their research.
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He hasn't picked up a booklet yet, as he doesn't actually know how to read. He figures he can find out what it says after he seeks out some snacks available at the refreshments table.
The moment Cheshire spies Break or Gil his fur goes on end. He's not exactly a fan of direct confrontation, so instead of making his presence immediately known to the contractor, he makes an effort of sneaking around the room, hiding behind anyone who makes convenient cover for the moment.]
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..."Marrying rich". He growls and snaps the booklet closed.]
Is this a joke?!
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Because clearly Plot is happening, Roxy doesn't delay heading to the chapel once she's disentangled from her shitty blanket fort in her room. And it's a good thing because ooooh man there's snacks and creepy booklets. She takes a seat in the second or so row near the aisle with a juice and a small pile of pastries, flipping through the booklet. ]
Ooookay, this is more creepy than helpful.
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There is the surprise there, and he is mostly still so quietly shocked, he doesn't move, nor does he say a word, although his expression looked like it normally did soon enough. He doesn't make too much of an effort to reach out to others this time. ]
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It doesn't take him long to grab one of the booklets, paging through with a vague disinterest -- until he realizes what it is, and then flips through it more frantically, pausing on his own.
Occupation: Super High School Level ???
Skills: None]
C'mon, this has got to be a joke! Seriously?! What's the point like this?!
Anyone else with weird holes in theirs?
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The viking flips through her booklet, frowning, before it turns into a flat-out scowl. ]
I'm not that proud!
[ no, she is...she really is...but hdu call her out on it??????? her profile for those who wish to comment on it ]
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She gulps, and closes the booklet, settling down in a pew with a pastry or two. Stress eating, go. ]
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While all of this information is pretty basic, she isn't sure about the others.
She won't say anything, but people might talk to her about her blatant lie. There's nothing for her to say until she gets an explanation. And then she can ask questions. Although Inaba is leaning against the wall, trying not to show how tired she is, not having slept in the last two days at all. ]
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[He makes a beeline for one of the books, not even bothering to sit down before beginning to read. The more he reads, the more he frowns.]
These are...incredibly detailed. [Finally, he makes it to his own page. Well at least there's no longer a point in trying to hide the whole alien issue. That was getting pretty hard to do, anyway. So he's not really bothered by that part of his card, however...] What is the meaning of these "designations"!?
[It's hard to keep the affronted tone out of his voice. Eldar may not have the same seven sins concept so he doesn't really get the whole picture here, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what the word lust means.]
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This is definitely a strange thing.
She and Dhaos apparently don't have to do a survey anymore.Eventually, she'll look up to the nearest person, and, softly--]
I cannot say I am particularly fond of being ordered around.
[She runs her finger along the booklet.]
"Designation"...is it? Have we been "sorted" in some way, then? ...How insulting.
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Well, obviously pride's the best designation to be! YEAH!! WE'RE GONNA KICK ALL THE OTHER TEAMS' ASSES!! [After all, if she and Papyrus both fall under pride, then it's clearly the best!]
...and hey, what's with the question mark after 'cooking'? MY COOKING SKILL'S UNQUESTIONABLE!
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And answers... finally.
It's when she finds herself locked in the chapel with a whole lot of other people - and she's starting to think Morrigan was absolutely right about a place like this - that her suspicions grow... and turn to shock when she actually starts to read the pamphlet. Her own profile isn't anything too startling, but for someone who'd done her utmost not to hint at her other title, it's not the most comforting thing to read. And this... designation?
Pride doesn't seem right at all. ]
These ages... are they actually Seraphim?
[ NO ONE HERE LOOKS THAT ANCIENT. And, more importantly, as she hunches over her booklet-- ]
And the nerve of whoever compiled this to invade others' privacy so rudely!!
[ How dare. ]
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Pointing at a random page's designation, he asks, )
... I-is it... saying we're bad people? Why would someone say these things? That isn't very nice!
( And what about all of this other information? But man... since everyone is together in one place, )
Excuse me! Has anyone seen a turtle anywhere?!
( Just in case. Third day, third strike... The rescuing turtles skill is real and accurate on his part. )
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Is eating in church sacrilegious? It's not breakfast food though. Two days of six meals being breakfast food in a weirdo hotel is reason enough to have a sandwich in church right?
When she finally flips to her own page-- pfft. She is definitely not that short.
...who's business is it what's in her bra?!
GLUTTON?!?!?!?!]
MMMMPHFGGH!!
[Stomping her foot and angrily shouting with a mouthful of sandwich is probably not the best argument against the latter but!!]
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She cannot believe this shit is happening to her again.
She clams right up and decides she doesn't particularly want to deal with anyone right now, so she's off to the door—and it's locked. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be.]
We're locked in. [She declares this to no one in particular, resignation in her tone stronger than anything. The announcement's more "just so we're all aware" than "anyone wanna do something and/or panic about this."
She waves her booklet around beside her. Don't walk behind her too fast; you might get hit with it.] Is this actually useful for anyone?
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...In any case, this is nothing that can't be found in the interview she had with Bunbunmaru. Because of that, she's not especially concerned with her own profile, though it's interesting that other people seem to be unsettled by what's on theirs.]
Now I don't have to introduce myself to anyone anymore. What a relief.
[#priorities]
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What's immediately apparent is her height and build--nearly 6 feet tall and with an obviously muscular frame that clashes with the prim, feminine blouse and skirt she wears. The heavy bags under her eyes and sour expression on her face give the impression that she hasn't slept well, and would also rather not be here.
And what you may also notice is that she, too, wears a talisman around her neck, with a new symbol on it.
She clears her throat and perches on the railing around the altar, taking out a booklet of her own. ]
Yo. I'm Miata. [ Her voice is flat and disinterested, though a little...hesitant, curiously. ] Welcome to Lebensbaum. Sorry about the radio silence the past few days, we got a little ahead of ourselves.
Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. You won't like why you're here. [ she flips through her booklet and stops on a particular page ] All 36 of you won't make it out of here alive.
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meanwhile
since I wasn't fast enough to toplevel before NPC time, whoops, which is why he leans over to Gilbert to whisper to him. It's not actually meant to conceal anything so much as not interrupt, at least. ]Gilbert... What are these?
[ He's picked up a pamphlet, but it's completely and utterly useless to Break as it is now. He can't read a single word, since, well. He's blind. He's just really good at faking sight, hence "daredeviling" being a listed skill. It seems there's a sense of humor on the author's part here. ]
[Gilbert is REASONABLY DISTRACTED BY THESE SHENANIGANS, all this talk of murder and everything, and he's also listening closely to the discussions going on-- Or the shonen screaming and Vegetas getting fried, as it were--
But he's used to this (kind of) by now (Break's anime blindness is a semi-new thing in its Final Form), so he leans over a little to answer back.]
They're booklets. Each one contains information on everyone here. A lot of it... [Break won't need to see his expression to know he's got a surly frown on his face.]
Even you. [The sound of pages flipping as he leans over to rifle through Break's book.] It has your age, it talks about your incuse, and it even— [???] —Wait, why is "tormenting Gilbert" a skill?!
[Ah, there goes his indoor voice.]
(( ooc: team moron... red is break, brown is gilbert, etc etc))
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So that's old I am. How kind of them to remind me, ahaha.
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You wouldn't happen to know anything about Gateways, would you? Or the Wanderers?
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His distinct wallflowering aside, Yoite also sticks out due to how bundled up he is, as he's still wearing his jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves in the chapel. With 36 people in here, it's probably a bit hot, but he looks perfectly comfortable.]
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A... murder mystery game. She's in some kind of strange, twisted, pointless game where she has to murder or catch other murderers.
Her life was weird enough without this horseshit. For fuck's sake- as sweet as the deets on her fellow captives are, it's incredibly tempting to rip the damned booklet up at this point. Her hands are actually poised to do so when something from her profile echoes.
'BODY MARKINGS: soulgem'
...How had the people running this been able to find that out? Could they see inside of her?
So yeah. That was Youko, fuming in the corner. ]