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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[symbologic]

Tuesday, 9am-11am, playground
[What the fresh hell is this supposed to be. Some kind of...death trap obstacle course? That's about all Faize can think of as he wanders around the park, cautiously examining all the various bits of playground equipment. Is there anything in the slides? The merry-go-round looks like it's supposed to spin, what happens if he gives it a warily half-hearted push? The teeter-totter gets a few wary pushes as well, just to confirm that it really does function the way it looks like it should but...what the hell is it? Some kind of shitty catapult?]

[This is really just kind of sad...]

Wednesday, 10am, outside the hotel
[It's way too early to be stargazing, but that's not stopping Faize from wandering around outside the hotel and staring up at the sky. It almost seems as though he's expecting something to show up.]

[But, of course, nothing does, which prompts him to start futzing with a peculiar bracelet, frowning and muttering to himself. You might be able to catch snippets of his frustrations, should you wander close enough.]

Did they somehow manage to disable syncing functionality? [Oooo, apparently the bracelet makes appropriately futuristic space noises when you mess with it. Fancy.] No, that can't be it... it really must be a universal matter after all... I wonder...

[If he wonders any harder though, smoke's probably going to pour out of his ears. Or maybe his cuffs will just burst into flame, who can say for sure.]

Wildcard
[Monday through Thursday, Faize can be found doing any number of Faize-ish things. Loitering around the school or the playground, browsing the clothing store (suits are pretty cool, he's come to find?), daily training from 1-4 is a thing as usual, stargazing from the school roof on Wednesday night...hit me with whatever.]

tuesday

[muties]

[ Look, Roxy has never seen a playground in person but she at least knows what it is. She watches the wizard poke at things and it takes a moment to realize that wow. The space wizard is so nerdy he doesn't even know how to play.

This needs to be fixed.

... Except, shit, how do people actually play on this stuff? Especially teenagers bigger than your average toddler or elementary school kid. This shit does not look kid-safe?? They're all going to end up with splinters. ]

Wanna teet or tot? Er, tet or tot. Teet or toot? ... Teeter or totter.

[ Gestures to the "shitty catapult". ]

[symbologic]

[Ugh...look. He knows how to play? He's not quite THAT pathetic. Just not on your weird, ancient playground equipment. Whatever playgrounds little space elves play on, they are assuredly more sci-fi than this.]

[Faize gives Roxy a bewildered look, then looks at the shitty catapult. Then back to Roxy. You can all but see the ?????? going through his mind right now.]

...I'm...sorry? What exactly do you mean?

[muties]

[ We need to see these space elf playgrounds, because they sound fake. Maybe their playground is just a computer lab. ]

Ok, just sit at one end and I'll sit at the other. Then we just. Teeter back and forth.

[ yeah ok that may be a little bit lame ]

[symbologic]

[Probable, tbh.]

[Giving the teeter-totter another incredibly wary look.]

Are you certain that is entirely safe? This...teeter totter, was it? [Is that what it's actually called, or is that just the name of what you do on it?] appears to be in rather questionable condition. [...] Or is it supposed to look like this?

[muties]

[ B...oth, it's named for what you do on it. ]

Well... no? It probs is supposed to look less. [ death trap-y ] But if we get hurt, the clinic's right over there, so!

[symbologic]

...true enough, I suppose.

[Plus, they're both about the same size? What are the chances one of them will send the other flying? Not high, probably.]

So...we just take a seat on each end?

[Sounds so dubious but HE'S GONNA TRY IT. Because Roxy at least seems to agree that these things look like deathtraps waiting to happen.]

Tuesday!

[billarious]

Did you come here to play too?

[Isn't it great, Faize? A playground! Bill is pretty sure this is the best addition yet.]

[symbologic]

[Of course this is Bill's favorite spot...]

This...hardly looks like the sort of place one would come to "play". It all seems rather...precarious.

[Like have you looked at this equipment? This is so janky and there is no way someone isn't going to die on this merry-go-round before the end of the week.]

[billarious]

Are you kidding? This is all great! Maybe a little beat up, but I've played on worse before!

[Granted he...couldn't get physically hurt from anything breaking before either but details details. He hops up onto said merry-go-round, ignore the squeak it gives under his weight.]

Come on! We could totally go for a spin on this. Or do you wanna go doubles on a slide?

[symbologic]

[Faize takes a few step backwards at the squeak. He'll just have to have enough caution for both of them, as Bill apparently has none whatsoever.]

Bill, I...really don't think that is wise. I know you have immunity this week, but somehow I do not believe that device is meant to make a noise like that!

[billarious]

Nah they always squeak! Playgrounds never grease these things well so they squeak when you're playing on them.

[Hopping back down, he moves to take Faize's hand so he can try and pull him onto it.]

Come on, come on!

[A pause.]

Or do you want me to go first so you can see that it's perfectly safe?

[symbologic]

[How old are you Bill, five?]

[Needless to say, Faize resists the tugging because he REALLY doesn't think that is at all safe.]

I really...don't think you should either, Bill. I am not certain that something like this is covered under the protection of immunity. Break was able to hurt himself, after all...

Tuesday

[sobowtor]

[Poland doesn't seem to mind the possible precariousness of the swing set at least.]

Hey! Hey! Faize! [Waving. Waving.]

Come swing with me!

[symbologic]

[...so that's how you use the weird pendulum death trap. One question answered, so many more to go.]

[Faize walks over to the swing set, but doesn't actually get on it. Rather, he looks cautiously up at the support beam. It's supporting Poland just fine, clearly, but will it be able to handle both of them? He might just be running some vague calculations to try and determine that.]

Err... I can do so just fine from here, no? [He is watching you swing, that's like basically the same thing, right?]

[sobowtor]

[CALCULATE THIS FAIZE. As soon as Poland reaches peak height from the swing she abruptly flings herself off into the air









sticking the landing right next to Faize.]

[symbologic]

Ah--!!

[Oh god, he knew it. He knew this playground was bad ne-- oh. She did that on purpose, didn't she. Okay, she's fine. This is fine. Everything's okay.]

An...excellent landing. But really, you probably should be a bit more careful...

[sobowtor]

[Poland already got her face mashed up by a basketball yesterday-- hopefully you haven't noticed from the large sunglasses and heavier make up Poland is wearing to cover it up.]

Thanks!

Now it's your turn.

[symbologic]

Erm... [Debates, but...in the end, one does not simply say "no" to Poland. Not easily, anyway. So he sighs and takes a seat on the swing and gives himself a really pathetic sort of push.]

[Look at him go. He is swinging.]

Wednesday night

[princessantly]

... I thought I'd find you out here.

[ She's also dressed a little more warmly this time, scarf and gloves and coat and all. But she's also calling this out from the relative safety of the ground. ]

[symbologic]

[Faize, meanwhile, is...still just wearing pants and a sweater because he doesn't get cold. The one winter coat they gave him gets absolutely no use whatsoever.]

[He pulls his hands out from behind the back of his head to prop himself up on his elbows instead.]

I really must be as predictable as Bill says, if even changing locations makes me so easy to find. [Because there is...more room on the school roof, even if it takes a little more work to get on top of. No chance of people mistaking him for a severed leg.] Though, given the circumstances, I can hardly consider such predictability to be a bad thing.

[Because Alisha was the one who found him.]

[princessantly]

If I can't find you inside or practicing on level ground, it's not too hard to figure out where else you could possibly be.

[ Unless someone murders him, but it's too early for that! She is looking relieved through her smile, though. ]

[symbologic]

[Yeah, don't get ahead of yourself there, Alisha. There's still a whole 24 hours before murder night. You still got time.]

Well I have little desire to make myself unavailable to you, so I suppose I will have to continue on in the same manner. [He sits up completely, letting himself slide down to the edge of the roof.] That said, what is it that you need of me at the moment?

[princessantly]

It's nothing pressing, I just...

[ CLEARING HER THROAT. How do people say such things so easily? ]

I just wanted to... spend time with you.

[symbologic]

[Truly a mystery. She's doing a pretty good job though!]

That can be arranged quite easily, as I am always glad to spend time with you. Though that raises another question. Would you prefer I join you on the ground, or are you in the mood for another round of rooftop stargazing?

[It snows at night now, and they haven't gone for a romantic moonlit, snowfall walk yet. Or thrown snowballs at each other. There are so many options here, the night is still young.]