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week 8
![]() 21 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 boathouse and lake up North Anyone looking for them will also find that Alisha's spear and Sadie's earmuffs are now gone. >Mingle? This is Week 8'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. setting rulebook profiles private conversations |
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[ Somehow, he felt that shoving a bloody coat into the back of his closet was somehow a bad idea. His tone is whimsical as he explains that, because that's the easy part. Though as he gets to his explanation, his cheer does die down somewhat, and he shrugs. ]
It's my coat, but it was beyond cleaning at this point.
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... How are you?
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I'll be fine.
[ He's assuming that Urashima means emotionally, after all, since the connection is more obvious to him. Even though he knows that not everyone would know what this coat is used for, it's also easy to forget that. ]
Gilbert is fairly annoying for a dead person, so that's rather helpful. [ stop ghostbert ]
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... He visited you again?
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It'd be more accurate to say that he hasn't stopped.
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( Just a quiet "oh." Reasoably, it makes sense that Gilbert would visit Break. They're friends from before arriving in this place and they'd been through a lot, hadn't they? He'd never really gotten a friendship origin story but it was just the feeling he got from them. They had their own ways of caring for each other? He thinks about Ookurikara and Mitsutada, in a way... only relationship status is clearly 50 x more complicated in PH-land.
But he's a spoiled sword spirit and as entitled as it feels now, he'd kind of been hoping to hear or see something from GIlbert too. Look, this is a kid that greets the saniwa with a good wish and a hand held out for his new year money. He expects these things naturally.
Well! He isn't going to stay hung up on this. He's spoiled but he isn't a brat. Or well, as bratty as Break's grudgeboner makes him out to be or whatever!! So he bounces back easily enough, hands folded behind his back and speaking as smugly as the smile on his face, )
You must be really worrying him, right?
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He worries about everything normally, mind you... So I'm not trying, but yes.
[ He sighs, but after a pause, he decides to add something else. Urashima is aware, so he doesn't see any harm in it. ]
He's worried about my health.
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( You said so yourself, Mr. Xerxes Break. But ah, Old Turtle's health... )
... Maybe you should rest some instead of throwing dirty laundry into fires in the evening. ( Just a suggestion. ) That's what he wanted you to do that one week, right? Stay in bed and rest?
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He did, but I'll have a hard time doing that now.
[ He pauses, since this is something personal, and it's hard for him to share it, but... It's just a small portion, he decides. ]
One of his letters told me to survive. All things considered, I can't do that just sitting in bed and waiting for opportunity to strike.