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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!

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Tuesday, Noon, Hotel Lobby
[ At 12pm sharp, Miata can be found hauling out a corkboard sign from the basement and setting it up in the lobby. She pins a piece of paper to it, adjusts it, and steps back to have a look at it.

Anyone watching will see that it rehashes the basics of the Key Player system from the rulebooks, with 3 empty spaces for names. If you'd like to question her about it, now's the time. ]

Various, hotel kitchen
[ The source of the increased amount of food will soon become apparent to anyone who frequents the kitchen after noon, as well. Although Miata doesn't disrupt the breakfast cycle, she can be found hauling a few bags of ingredients up, again, from the basement, or even cooking things for lunch and dinner, herself.

If you feel comfortable eating the food one of your captors has made, anyway. ]

(( This is an open toplevel for Miata. Anyone's free to come talk to/bother her. ))

Hey. I have a question for you. [ She decides to be rude, she wants to ask about something.

And since it's Inaba it should be about the empty spaces for names.... ]

You wouldn't be open to teaching some wrestling moves, would you?

[ Nailed it. ]

➝ wednesday, afternoon. outside the chapel.

[ sometime during wednesday, anyone who looks over to the chapel will see a certain leggy douchebag on the sidewalk. he's got both hands around a lamppost and after a quick mutter of this is so stupid he starts... banging his head against the lamppost.

yeah.

he's going to continue doing that for a while, getting increasingly frustrated as nothing seems to happen (what is he even expecting to happen??) and starts angrily muttering with each bang. ]

Why won't -- [ bang. ] You -- [ bang. ] Come out!

[ bang bang bang. ]

You said you wouldn't leave me alone!

[ and then one final bang before he just sort of. uh. flops over spread eagle in the snow. he's okay!! just, y'know. sort of dazed and stupid. the stupid isn't new though. ]

➝ wednesday night/thursday morning. three am-ish. kitchen.

[ anyone who can't sleep and decides to visit the kitchen for a late night snack will find rhys. rhys, making pancakes.

a lot of pancakes.

he's got a pretty big bruise on his head from aforementioned headbanging and is just sort of staring dead eyed at the pan. there's already a huge stack of pancakes next to him and he still has way too much batter left. how many eggs did you use, rhys?? why are you making so many pancakes?? why won't you just go to bed?? so many of life's great mysteries.

but hey, at least he made bacon. there's a lot of that too.

this is all going to go to waste. ]

➝ various. around. week zero, holla holla.

[ and this is for just anyone who wants to catch-a-rhys (haha get it, get it). it's a canon joke. ]

[ eyes widening ]

'scuse me?

[The banging sound is what initially attracts her to walk closer to the chapel on her outdoor walk, feet purposefully crunching in the snow to make her presence known (though the sound is nowhere near as long as the banging itself.)

She makes it to the source as soon as he falls over and...well she's utterly unimpressed to say the least. She walks up to his side, takes her stick, and begins poking him with the non-sharpened side.]

Did you kill yourself Rhys?

My, you've done it. Never did I think I would encounter such an open display of buffoonery. You do not cease to impress me.

[ because seriously, dude, what the hell are you doing?? she couldn't help but be a bit curious, so she decided to stop by. rhys had already established himself as someone easy to pick on, maybe too easy, but this was a little concerning. erratic behavior usually led to more erratic behavior, so she wanted to know if he should be someone she should look out for. not that rhys seemed to have a semblance of strategy in him. ]

I believe there may be a more simple method to getting the lamp's flame, if that is why you're maiming yourself.

... Your profile says you know amateur wrestling and one of my friends is into that crap. [ Also: ] It isn't against the rules, right?

[Is that more food? They have been freed from their breakfast purgatory. Not that breakfast foods are bad, but Lithuania is pretty sick of the old options by now.]

Thank you. [Since that was her request, after all.] What are you making?

...nnnnnnno, it's not. But you don't really seem like the wrestling type, I guess.

[ Oh thank fuck ]

I'm not, but I do like wrecking my friends at things they enjoy. It might be useful against Gotou, especially...

[ Miata scans her up and down, pausing for a moment. ]

...kugelis.

[ good authentic baltic cooking for all your baltics trapped in murdergames...... ]

[ A snort ]

A noble cause. I'm an amateur, though, so I dunno how good of a teacher I'll be.

[Truly this is the sort of cooking every murder game needs. Except maybe Lithuania shouldn't be happy to take any credit for a setting that involves playing real life murder mystery games. Oh well, she still can't help but be pleased.]

That's a good choice. ...Well, I might be biased.

[There are worse ways to pass the time. Kaguya finds the amount of food amusing, at the very least. She's...not great at cooking herself, despite living so long. Perhaps she's simply not suited for it.]

Planning on feeding an army?

[No warning or anything, she's just...standing there in the doorway.]

Figures. Most of what I could think of on short notice. But if everyone protests, I'll make a pizza next week, or something.

[ a shrug ]

[Well Bill isn't familiar with the idea of food poisoning being used on him, and he's forgotten that it could be dangerous in his excitement over the fact that food is delicious and he can eat it. So hey, whatever she makes is good for him.

That said, he's peering at the food from a safe distance (after all of those idiots tried attacking her the other day, he's not going to be stupid just to pop someone's personal space bubble) watching her cook for Tuesday's dinner.]

So why's your profile only list wrestling if you can cook too? Isn't that a skill? Or are you just not very good at it?

It wouldn't be your fault if they don't appreciate a proper meal. [...] But pizza would be nice as well.

[What. Pizza crosses cultural boundaries.]

It's more of a hobby. I didn't put a lot of thought into it.

[ And dimensions too apparently ]

Hey, ethnic food isn't for everyone.

[ scuse her while she puts that in the oven ]

Though I s'pose being picky isn't a luxury in this kinda place.

That's true. [Both of those things.] On the other hand, if this--situation...? [She doesn't want to call it a game...] Is really happening, a variety of food options isn't too much to ask for.

[A decent last meal? ...No, that's too morbid. If no one kills anyone else, that would be the best option, but Lithuania isn't optimistic enough to think that will happen. Also, Vegeta.]

Tuesday, all day, Room #301

[Three days surrounded by strangers in close quarters. Three days of absolute rage and panic over his missing powers, over missing his fight with Kakarrot, over being surrounded by potential enemies while vulnerable. Three mornings where Vegeta wakes up and briefly wonders why Bulma isn't in bed with him. Tuesday morning does not break this trend but now Vegeta's had time to calm down (a little). He knows (sort of) who his enemy is now. He knows what the game is, what their intentions are. Some might think being trapped in a killing game would be stressful, but for Vegeta it's rather soothing. Now he can plan.

But he's aware that he hasn't been... on his best behaviour these past few days. He's been reckless and volatile. By now he's finally realised the rooms are soundproof, so he decides it would be in his best interest to just stay in his bedroom and meditate. Being away from everyone else will calm his anxiety and meditating might help him reconnect with his ki. Not to mention, he hates everyone here and wants nothing to do with them.

Everyone else on the look out for the Stupid Shounens is probably relieved to notice that their most volatile team member is missing all day. Or maybe they're concerned? There's no food in the bedrooms, of course, but Vegeta stubbornly decides he doesn't need it. Focusing on how to win and get back his powers is what's truly important. He doesn't need food.]

Wednesday morning, breakfast.

[He was wrong, he does need food. He needs food really bad. Starving yourself is a bad idea no matter what you are, but when you're a saiyan it's a really stupid idea. Vegeta is finally forced to admit this when he realises he's meditating less than he's fainting from hunger. So now he finally makes a public appearance to devour everything at the breakfast table- and I do mean everything. Does he have six stomachs? He must to fit all that food inside of him. There's something wrong with the laws of conservation of mass around this table. It's not even that his table manners are that bad- utensils are used and there's no chewing with his mouth open- but he goes at it like eating every edible thing in front of him is his life's mission.

So yeah, hope no one else was hungry.]

Thursday evening, kitchen.

[But a saiyan cannot live on breakfast alone. Or he can, but not just once a day. Vegeta isn't eager to cook anything Miata makes (probably breaking her poor Latvuanian heart) so he's been busy at the stove for a while making some kind of pork and vegetable stew. He's dug out the biggest pot he can find from the cupboard and it's currently boiling on the stove as Vegeta chops up the last of the vegetables to add to it. It's nothing fancy, but it smells pretty okay! Not to mention, that is a lot of stew- there's no way Vegeta's gonna eat it all himself, right? Especially after the big breakfast he had earlier. Maybe he's sorry for his behaviour over the weekend and is making everyone dinner as an apology.

If you dare enter the kitchen while he's working, he glances over and frowns.] I'm nearly done, you can do whatever you want in here when I am.

[Hinata's drawn by the smell of freshly cooking food. And the constant lure of orange juice readily available, because while this entire situation might be terrible, at least no one's cut off the oj supply.

He stop short at spotting Miata in the kitchen, clearly considering turning around and walking away before shaking his head. No, he already decided he was going in here... and this is a good chance for him, anyway. Just let him get some oj while you're cooking.]

So... [He can't help but feel awkward trying to start conversation, though.] Do you prepare the breakfast, too?

[Buddy skipped breakfast to avoid interacting with people, but in the evening she gets hungry enough that she has to eat. She goes to the kitchen to get something small, but the smell of the stew makes her walk toward Vegeta despite her better judgment.]

That's a pretty big pot just for yourself don't you think?

[GOOD MORNING PANCAKE SOLDIER. Gilbert is here to-- leave some dishes in the sink? Ah, no, apparently he's decided that making a new cup of coffee at 3am is a great idea.

There aren't any cigarettes here and he's Struggling, okay.

But he'll pause at the doorway, nose wrinkled, brow furrowed--]

...That's a lot.

[Says the person who LITERALLY DID THE EXACT SAME THING TWICE THIS WEEK but hey, that's fine, they're all totally fine.]

No, I don't. [Tosses in the last of the vegetables and stirs the stew.] What do you want, brat?

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