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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[herbgrace]

A; Monday mid-morning; park and playground
[There's a basketball court Lithuania is more excited than she rightly should be, probably, but it's only reflected in the very rapid tail wagging of Laima. Lithuania has to go on a hunt for a basketball, but when she finally gets one, she's quick to put it to use, making baskets easily and occasionally playing some strange game of keep-away with Laima, who is apparently used to playing with basketballs enough to know to try to strike it gently with her nose and not her teeth. Lithuania is surprisingly good at keeping this basketball away from a large wolf dog.

Anyone who she notices approaching will get waved at.] Do you know how to play?

B; Wednesday morning, hotel lobby
[Lithuania is sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby with a sword. Just one sword, gleaming as new as the day it was forged, and the look she had on her face approaches reverence as she checks it over for any sign of damage, wear, or age.]

C; Thursday afternoon; near the fire pit
[Lithuania has missed the feeling of a sword in her hands. Oh, she never gave the practice up--even when swords became obsolete, she practiced. Even when being caught with a weapon would have resulted in awful punishment, she snuck in sessions in empty rooms or out of the way acres of land. But it's been six weeks without really touching one of her own swords, and years and decades and centuries thinking this particular one lost or melted down. It's only fair to put it through its paces.

She moves with practiced ease through each swing of the sword, moving it as a natural extension of her arms and letting one motion flow into the next. Her feet seem to float through the motions, one-two-three-four, like a dance with sharp steel. It's obvious, here, that she is a woman with a thousand years' experience in war; it is obvious, as well, that in the acts of war she feels the most comfortable. Five-six-seven-eight--she really missed this.]

Monday

[sobowtor]

Wow, Liet. It's not fair to subject young innocent children to your ruthless basketball playing.

[herbgrace]

I would play fairly. [Okay, maybe Lithuania can get a little overinvested in basketball, but still!]

[sobowtor]

[Poland's gotta spare the children.]

I challenge you instead! [Look she's wearing pants today. She can take you.]

[herbgrace]

Really? [Lithuania wasn't expecting Poland to offer. She passes over the basketball.] Alright, then.

[sobowtor]

[Well Lithuania danced with her so. She figures it's only fair. Except Lithuania isn't horrendous at dancing like Poland is at basketball.]

O-ooh! [Poland fumbles with the basketball, not catching it and trying to awkwardly dribble it with both her hands when she drops it.]

... so which net is mine?

[herbgrace]

We'll just play half court. [Assuming Poland remembers how that works.]

[sobowtor]

Which half?

[herbgrace]

[Lithuania will point, to make things as clear as possible. The half they're standing on!]

1/2

[sobowtor]

...

I knew that! I did. Ha ha! I was kidding! Ha!

2/3 i lied

[sobowtor]

[Poland dribbles the ball. Sort of.

Is this ball kinda big or are her hands just sorta small? After asking Lithuania such an embarrassing question though, Poland wants to look really cool.]

Check this out. [Standing at the half court line, Poland tries to throw the ball into the net. Because sinking a shot from that far away, would be the absolute coolest!]

3/3

[sobowtor]

[Except, Poland's got a terrible grip on the ball and it just goes sailing towards Lithuania's face.

Uh oh.]

[herbgrace]

Poland, I don't think-- [But it's too late, the ball it out of Poland's hands and heading right for her face. She could catch it--but it hits the barrier that surrounds her person this week before she can reach for it. The ball bounces right off the barrier and goes flying back at Poland's face.]

[sobowtor]

[DIRECT HIT.

Poland sails backwards, dropping to the black top holding her face.]

monday

[earie]

[ Just kind of watching in confusion... ]

No? I don't like to sweat. [ Looking from Lithuania to the basket. ] Is it... fun?

[herbgrace]

[Oh, Sadie. Lithuania isn't surprised by that response.] I enjoy it quite a lot. I like to think I'm good at it, as well.

[earie]

[ A very thoughtful look. She has never associated 'sports' and 'fun' together. ]

You're supposed to make the basket, right? Because it seems like you're doing pretty well. [ She is cautiously stepping closer. ] Is it like football? My family always made me watch that.

[herbgrace]

You would mean the American version, yes? I don't think it's very similar. There's much less tackling, for one thing.

[earie]

Oh. That's cool. [ She does not want Lithuania to tackle her, that seems terrifying. ]

You can teach me, I guess. [ She even happens to be wearing somewhat appropriate shoes. ]

[herbgrace]

Alright. We can practice free-throws. You don't have to run for that, and Laima can retrieve the ball. [Lithuania is accounting for your needs, see?] Does that sound alright with you?

[earie]

[ Lithuania is best mom. ] Yeah, I can handle that. So like, throwing it... that way? [ Pointing toward the basket. ]

Show me.

[herbgrace]

Alright. Watch how I position my hands. [Lithuania throws the basketball. Her form is perfect, of course. If Sadie has ever actually participated in a gym class or maybe observed one from afar like a girl running a nature documentary she may recognize it. The basketball sails into the basket with a satisfying (to Lithuania) swish of the net.]

[earie]

[ Yes she has observed these rituals from afar and that seems about right. ] Okay, I think I can do it.

[ While watching Laima be a good doggy and save her from exercise: ] I thought only guys played this.

[herbgrace]

There are leagues for women as well. They aren't as publicized as the men's teams, but I can beat most men, myself. [She seems proud of that. Laima returns the basketball to them!]

monday

[muties]

[ The park/playground is possibly the coolest addition to murdertown so far, for some reason. ]

Oh yeah, I know all about the sports. Esp the orange ball sport.

[ You throw the ball into the hoop, she knows all about it clearly. ]