week 7

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 7 24 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 Katerina's 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 park and playground next to the clinic. >Mingle? This is Week 7'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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[hopefragment]

[He definitely feels like he's being analyzed? Stop that! Stop that right now!!

If anything, that feeling of being analyzes makes him stiffen up more, clutching the folder more tightly in one hand. It's strange how defiant he's trying to look, when he's clearly just Distressed.]

...?!

[Dude? Bro?? Does it look like oj is going to fix this?? Orange juice may be happy joos but not for something like this. Instead, he just laughs, a short, humorless sound as he rakes the fingers of his free hand through his hair.]

I... no, Faize. I don't want any orange juice right now.

1/3

[symbologic]

[...]

[Did he not get it?]

2/3

[symbologic]

[......]

[He totally didn't get it, did he?]

[symbologic]

[Hinata, are you fucking kidding him right now.]

[That response is enough to get Faize's gaze to go from analytical to deadpan, once he realizes that Hinata was neither joking nor attempting to speak back in code and that he really just didn't understand his attempt at discretion at all.]

I didn't-- [Faize clicks his tongue in irritation, uttering some completely unintelligible, yet oddly elegant-sounding words under his breath. So strong is his disbelief, even the magic translators can't handle his comments. He grabs Hinata's wrist, attempting to pull him towards the stairs.] Come with me.

[Dude...bro...the safe word was oj. Way to fuck that up.]

[hopefragment]

[Did... did he miss something?? He just gives Faize an annoyed, incredulous look in return, trying to figure out if the other had truly said something he couldn't understand, or if he just hadn't been paying close enough attention.]

Wha-- woah, hey!

[Where are we going?? He's frowning, but he is following along, even as he tries to take his hand back. He's coming?? He's coming.]

[symbologic]

[The former, Hinata. The former. You basically just got something along the lines of "for fuck's sake" in Eldarian. Because come on. How did you not get that?]

[As for where we are going? We are going upstairs. Because you clearly need to talk and as your friend, it is his duty to listen. Even if you're a dipshit who doesn't understand breakfast code.]