week 0 - continuation

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 0 ♫ tuesday - sunday With that revelation, things are sure to be more tense--or maybe, you prefer to go the hope route? Either way, the atmosphere of the town begins changing ever so subtly. Once in a while, you can feel someone staring at you from behind, though when you turn to check, no one will be there. Footsteps can also be heard echoing when one stands close to the void, even when alone....of course, no one will be there, either. As of Tuesday, extra food will be found in the kitchen. The ingredients are very based in Western cuisine: rye and wheat bread, potatoes, cabbage, beets, onions, cucumbers, assorted mushrooms, and the like are all supplied. In addition, there are also miscellaneous spices, eggs, milk, and an abundance of fish and pork. Various dishes made with the above ingredients will also be set out for anyone to take during lunch and dinner. A copy of the rulebook has been pinned to the front of the chapel, and a wooden sign now stands at the east edge of town near the clinic: Welcome to Lebensbaum | EST. 1623 | Population: ♜♜♜♜♜♜♜. The bonfire will be lit every night from 10PM to 6AM, after which it will extinguish on its own. >Mingle? This is the last open mingle for Week 0. No motives will be given until next Monday, and thus no murders will occur. Enjoy your last week of safety! 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. cast setting rulebook profiles private conversations

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[stupidly]

[HOLDING THESE LEAFLETS LIKE A BUFFOON.]

Was that you—?

[What did he even do?? Did he toss them?! Gilbert still hasn't figured out they came from his big dumb head, apparently.]

[takanome]

I have no idea what you're talking about!

[Shit eating grin says otherwise.]

[stupidly]

[This punk. ...But he's a well-meaning punk, apparently. Pool party punk?? Gilbert can't be too mad.]

Why? [WHY DID HE DO THE THING.] That's dangerous!

[Dangerous because SOME PEOPLE HERE have stabby reflexes...]

[takanome]

Dangerous?

[His face furrows into a very mild frown. He projected getting slapped, sure, but just the way that sempais do to him every other day. Takao did not for a second consider that someone would try to kill him over this, especially a fellow Envy.]

What, are you allergic to paper?

[stupidly]

People are on edge. You shouldn't be so reckless.

[HE'S CONCERNED, REALLY, which is why he's seemingly irritated... Being apathetic would honestly be easier than being Subtly Miffed All The Time out of fretting, but he's long since accepted his lot in life.]

[takanome]

You really think so?

[The question is light, like a glass of water on a summer day, with sincere surprise that somebody would try to kill him over such a trifling matter.]

I mean, that's the whole point of throwing a party, y'know. The more people who are around, the less likely it is that you'll randomly drown somebody in front of everybody, yeah?

[stupidly]

It's less likely, but you should still keep your guard up. You don't know what to expect from the people here, do you?

[He's going to look back on this conversation and be Upset later. DAMMIT HE WARNED YOU!!]

[takanome]

Hell no, I don't know! I'm just some human basketball player, reading Monthly Basket, not some gravure with a grimoire packed in or whatever other magazines they have in the Abyss. I can see pretty much anything coming, but if that's a bullet - or some stupid energy spear beam - then there's nothing I can really do about that.

[He shrugs; his speech has speeded up - he doesn't want to look back on this conversation and be upset. That's kind of the whole point of this pool party. Takao continues in a much more measured, formal diction, though an edge makes the forcing obvious.]

I'm very grateful that you haven't tried to murder me at this time, for the record. Can I expect Mr. Nightray and Mr. Break at the party or not?

[stupidly]

[LORD.....

He seems to simmer down a little once it starts sinking in that he's probably making this poor kid a little discomforted, either way. He'll also do the favor of not addressing all of that Very Grim Talk. Instead:]

...I'll talk to Break about it. He's not very social, so I can't promise anything.

[takanome]

Okay. I just wanted to be sure he knows. Figured it wouldn't be fair to slip him a piece of paper and all...

[He manages to brighten up even more.]

Have you guys ever played Marco Polo, though? Maybe he'd be really good at that!

[stupidly]

I'll let him know.

[Gilbert may be a fussy grumpy beanpole, but he's also a man of his word! Even if he assumes Break will probably just laugh at him for asking like a RUDE OLD SHIT.]

Er— I've never heard of that before... What is it?

[takanome]

Well, one person is in the middle of the pool - usually the shallow end, you just walk around if you want - and you have one hand over your eyes and every so often you shout "Marco!" And the other players shout "polo!" And that's the only way to tell where they are. You track them down and tag them, like hide and seek.

[He makes a variety of gestures to fit the action described.]

[stupidly]

[Watching curiously! Though in the end, he has to shake his head...]

Even if Break shows up, you shouldn't let him play a game like that.

[He'd kick everyone's ass anime-style.]

[takanome]

Why not, I think it'd be pretty funny...

[There's a reason he hasn't insisted on racing or some feat of brute strength: what matters much more is making people laugh. Takao is basically here to get his ass kicked. Hell, maybe he'll learn a thing or two about senses besides the Hawk Eye.]

I guess it wouldn't be fair to make him wear goggles.

[Because that's exactly the problem at hand, here! Takao continues to grin widely enough that his facetiousness is obvious.]

[stupidly]

[HE 100% DOESN'T GET IT what a punk moron... He also 100% doesn't understand the Intentional Punching Bag Aesthetic, if only because he spends all of his time being an unintentional punching bag and that life is Hard.]

I'm not sure if it would be funny, exactly. He can be- [...] -difficult to deal with when he's competing for things.

[Yeah, yeah YEAH WE'LL GO WITH THAT.]