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WEEK TWO: MINGLE
WEEK TWO
OCCUPANCY: 31
Rise and shine, little monsters. A new week is waiting just for you. The events of yesterday may have been hard to stomach, but time heals all wounds, after all. The damages the house has incurred over the last week have been reverted and the staff is hard at work fulfilling their roles in this mansion. A piping hot breakfast is served in the dining room promptly at 7am, every square inch of floor and furniture has been cleaned spotless, and Pumpkin is...probably around tending to the animals outside. As you exit your rooms on this lovely morning, guests will find that the barrier leading upstairs has diminished, and a new floor has been opened to explore.
For anyone who ventures into the ballroom, a new change may become apparent. Should you choose to look at the plaques long enough, two images will flicker and change sporadically. While Nia's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an image of a headless young lady. Likewise, Asch's portrait looks just like himself, though if you blink you may miss it changing into the image of a young man mid-transformation into something with claws and scales. Finally, Michiru's portrait reveals a picture of a beautiful young lady, but every now and then it will reveal an image of a shriveled up, dried out siren. There is no rhyme and reason for the change...though perhaps it serves as a reminder to those who remain.
Additionally, the house rules have been moved from the ballroom and back into the hallway, mounted in the entryway as they were.
It's been some time now. Surely you've made some friends and perhaps even some enemies. Though you may not fully understand each other, they do say the best way to know someone is to walk a mile in their shoes. Starting today you'll find that you've been bound to one other guest by an invisible sort of string. Everything you feel, they will feel. Everything they experience, you will experience. Though the threads may change from time to time, the connection is strongest with only one person. How will you handle this bond?
Some of you may find this easy. For others, this may be a little stressful! The pressure may grow stronger and weigh down on you, an anger so strong you find yourself...howling in the night to express your anguish. Others still may find that the silver cutlery will cause them to break into a painful rash, and others still will find that an increase of hair begins to take over your head, your arms, and even places hidden beneath your clothes. Perhaps it's time to invest in a razor and stick to plastic utensils.
Not to mention that the ailments you experienced last week are still in effect, though they're much less than before. Do try to keep track of your body parts this week...though you've been absolved of your sins.
You may experience only some of these events. Then again, maybe you're unlucky and you're experiencing all of these events at different points in time. Time is of the essence, however, and come Monday at noon a rustling crackle of static can be heard from overhead. Try as you might, you won't be able to find the speakers but a message will play loud and clear for all.
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MONDAY, 12PM
My child was not human. It sounds cruel, but it's a fact; her father had not been human either. I knew what to expect going in. No, no, I only thought I knew. If I had... My lover died. I thought... Oh, I thought at least I had his child. At the very least I was still forever tied to that piece of him, that piece of him that had grown inside me. Yes, I loved her. I swear to you, I loved her. But she wasn't human, and I was... I wasn't prepared to care for a child on my own. My heart was broken, and hers was destroyed. Night and day, she would roam on all fours, howling for her father. Howling and howling. She would rake her claws over her toys, her bed, over me. And the howls. I can still hear them. At the time, I never thought I would... It was a mistake. I was so tired. Exhausted, really. I hadn't slept in weeks, listening to my child howl to someone who would never answer her again. I simply... I had wanted her to be quiet. Just a little. For a minute. I didn't mean to forget her in there. I didn't mean for her to-- I never meant for her to--
I miss the howling. The quiet is so much worse.
You're judging me, aren't you? Everyone did. Everyone does. It wasn't on purpose. Will you be able to say the same? Until someone dies... you will find no sleep. Will you snap? Or will you make... a simple mistake? I wonder.
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[ uno : uno prompt for uno idol ]
[you might catch a little bit of silver hair peeking out of the music room before it darts back in and - tries to close the door. you know. discretely. quietly. no one will catch her, she is so stealthy!!
- but maybe the notes of music playing will catch your attention anyway. it plays off of the vinyl player and anya seems to be treating the music room as her own personal practice room because she can, performing her choreography and singing the lyrics in time with the music like it's second-nature. even if the door opens again, she seems to be so lost in her own little idol world that she doesn't notice, singing instead to an imaginary crowd.]
♪ I look up at the spreading starry sky,
driving my thoughts out so far away
Someday I'll surely stand up there alone
No matter how lonely I am,
I'll fight against this deep loneliness
Let's cross over to the unseen sky. ♫
[it is... quite probably the happiest she's looked since she's arrived. that said once the music stops, she seems to come back to earth - and even if you were just peeking in, she stops. turns red. immediately bows - but more apologetically, than a performer's bow]
Извините! S-Sorry, did you need....?
[the room????]
[ dos : i lied she would be doing this too ]
[if you don't catch her in the first prompt, SHE will catch YOU in the second one - ]
Oh! Um! Вопрос - question... what is your favorite food?
[she's got her notebook in one hand and a crayon in the other, babey. did you know i tried to take fingers from anya's dominant hand but she's canonly ambidextrous i hate this ]
DOS
Curry.
[Akira is more than happy to answer right off the bat]
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[ I wanted to say Monday is a bad day, but they're all bad days. It's the beginning of the week and he's already so tired. All these new rooms to lure them into a false sense of security while he only wants out of here. Burning down the forest did not work. There's a crematorium you can sit in and listen to people buzzing on kazoos across the hall. Everything is terrible.
Monday Ayabe grabs a bottle of holy water and trudges down the halls, flicking water on every person's face he passes by. He looks like he's on the verge of tears the entire time, but otherwise, unapologetic. Holy water doesn't burn werewolves, it'll be fine. ]
ii. tuesday
[ In the laundry room, there are clothes and bedsheets thrown everywhere, a cart with cleaning supplies overturned with detergent spilled all over the ground and a bottle of bleach emptied out to pool out under a body lying prone on the ground.
It's Ayabe! He's still breathing, but just barely, and also not for long if he's going to be left breathing bleach fumes. ]
wc.
[ If you want to red string with Ayabe, feel free to feel like you're gradually and increasingly losing your mind all week and possibly like dying on Tuesday. I'm at
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Beau actually came down here for something completely different, but she sees Ayabe just... in a pile of bleach and the thought completely vanishes out of her mind. it probably wasn't important anyway because she's so sleep deprived but. ]
Ayabe! [ nyoom just let her get him out of the bleach, wtf ]
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[Chuuya's major bond is already picked out, but if anyone wants a minor bond with him they're free to feel irritation at just about everything ever. Irritation which is growing into outright anger as he struggles with something around the house. Be it opening a jar of pickles, how far he has to actually walk to get anywhere, not being able to go sleep even though he's really tired, you name it and he's probably mad at it.
Enjoy the anger.]
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[The one thing that does bring joy to his angry little heart is video games. Chuuya has taken up residence in the game room and has commandeered a tv and a console for his own use. It looks like he has a fighting game up on it, as well as a second controller.]
Wanna play? I'll go easy on you.
[Listen to this smug asshole here.]
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[Okay, the note in the music room said not to damage the pipe organ, but he can modify it.
Hes's going to get some paper and draw little sets of eyes, which he's then going to stick right above the little square openings on each pipe of the pipe organ. This gives the effect of the pipes being alive and screaming faces of some sort.
One is even further modified with bunny ears drawn on that scrap of paper too.
But yeah your character can find him at any step in that process, or even at the end when he's admiring his handiwork.]
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[ S'up, co-worker or whatever you are to him. He'll walk over to grab the second controller, making sure it's in working order without making it obvious that's what he's checking. ]
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[what the fuck is huaisang, of all people, doing here...
he's just exploring, from the looks of it, considering he's still wearing fancy robes! they're in a shade of darker green, this time, with a matching fan held in his left hand. nie huaisang hasn't seen equipment like this before, and while the purpose of some of it seems clear, he's... still pretty lost. it's not like he was ever the workout type.
so, here he is, pushing gently at a ball-- and looking surprised when it fails to move.]
Oh-- it's heavy!
[WHY. what is its purpose.]
kitchen, like 3am
[he's given up. he can't sleep at all, so here he is in the middle of the night with a cup of tea steeping, watching it blearily as he leans against the counter and waits. annnnd waits. it takes a second to notice he's not alone, blinking over at anyone who joins him.]
You couldn't rest, either? This is supposed to help, but I've had a cup already and still can't...
3am tea time, hella........
[ We can say it's early Wednesday morning, and we all look terrible. It feels like his head is filled with fog and it takes him a good several seconds to mentally process anything, stepping into the kitchen and staring at the kettle. ]
What kind of tea is it?
[ He won't insult Nie Huaiasang and ask if he made something with caffeine like a fool, but. He will think it in his head. ]
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Here we go. Ever play Vantage Masters?
[ ash just immediately zeroes in on the games room, sitting himself down and dragging a pack of cards towards him. the other games don't get a look in for the moment, as he shuffles the deck with a short of quick ease that suggests he's played some card games in the past. ]
Maybe someone should set up a games night. Nothing wrong with some bright lights and flashy distractions to let you pretend everything's fine.
ii. chapel
[ wander into the chapel and you might see some blond hair sticking up over one of the pews -- get closer, and you'll find ash, slumped in one of the pews and staring rather intently at the stained glass windows. ]
... [ After a moment or two, he'll speak up: ] You have this kind of thing back home?
iii. wildcard
[ hit me up for anything specific -- ash is probably gonna be having some out of character moments this week, so that's fun for him. ]
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Though he does stop a moment to peer at Ash. Hmph. His head lifts after to glance around at the windows, lips thin.]
They don't look like this. But we have temples. I was in one before I came here, one in Yunmeng.
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[ so with the idea of showing off what can do in gym being out of the question for the time being, Hori’s found solace in the music room for most of the week. He’s been practicing with a guitar, though not doing much than running through scales, eyebrows furrowed like he’s still in those early stages of learning.
At more quieter hours, with the door only barely cracked open, Hori sits facing away from the door, lost in his own thoughts as he sings ]
So keep your head up, no matter how many times you have to
The chances you need are within your grasp
What’s important is that you believe in yourself-
[ It sounds surprisingly mournful for a rather cheery song. Spare a penny for his thoughts? ]
b) midnight dueling
[ once he’s realized that sleep is just Not Happening after the second day, hori makes a beeline for the gym GIVEN HOW IT’S MIDNIGHT, hoping that a hard practice round will tire him out for at least a nap. which means he doesn’t particularly realize anyone has joined him until he pauses, blinking sheepishly at whoever walks in. ]
Oh, I’m sorry- could you not sleep as well?
c) wildcard me!!!!
hmu at
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Have you seen this? [He gestures at the note.] It seems Plum-san has grown tired of our antics.
[Plum was probably BORN tired of their antics, lbr.]
option b: gymnasium
Oh, it's you. [Hi. Hello.] Do you plan to use the machines as well?
[Gotta exercise the post-weekend sadness away, man. Can't feel bad if you're too tired to exist.]
wildcard.
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Nice to see you too, Akechi.
[anyway he is actually skipping the machines and going straight for the yoga ball (????)]
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[Perhaps it's the stress finally catching up. Perhaps it's fatigue, or hunger, or whatever madness that hangs over this house. But the local doctor now walks the halls with a far less delicate step, her eyes made of ice.
Maybe it's easy enough to ignore.
What isn't easy to ignore is when she leaves the study in the early afternoon, one of the glasses in her hands. It's empty, but with how completely torn her expression is, it might be hard to tell if she's had something to drink or not. Her free hand trembles on the doorknob, lips thinning with the tell-tale drawing up of someone fighting tears... before it suddenly switches, her eyes blazing with anger as she takes the glass and hurls it at the ballroom doors with a broken yell, not even watching as it shatters to pieces all over the wooden floor.]
Literally whenever
[ANYWAY
Luna is unusually holed up in the library most of this week. She still has the pile of technical notes she had been working on over the weekend, but if someone is to come across her, she almost never looks at her own work, buried in a book filled with full-color pictures from National Geographic. She doesn't look happy. In fact, the longer she reads, the more upset she seems, as though the act only feeds at something horrible festering in her mind.]
Monday
What was that for?
[Maybe she's got that redhead spirit in her after all?]
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I just went OH NO out loud and concerned several people so thanks
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[ okay normally ken isn’t too bothered by the messages that are broadcasted since, well, they’re just…noise. concerning messages but—there’s just something about this one that sets him uneased. the small batman will look queasy, at best, with his head hung.
or maybe you find him after he has tucked himself away into a corner of the chapel. either way, he’s not pleased. ]
chapel.
[ or maybe you find ken in the bell tower when he isn’t spooked by the message and instead is just writing something down on some papers he clearly stole from the study. If you decide to be nosey and peek at what he’s writing before letting him know, you can see that it looks to be a journal of some sort!
( people who dare to snoop before approaching ken endanger themselves to be smacked in the face. ) ]
gym.
[ OR if chapels and bell towers aren’t your thing then you can find the small child totally trying to un-twink himself and get ripped. ( yes, he’s 11 but who has time to be a kid when literally everything else is at stake!! ) aka watch this small child try to lift a dumbbell on his own (and fail). aka please someone spot this small child before he hurts himself??? ]
etc.
[ WILDCARD ME! feel free to hmu on plurk @
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Uh... you okay there?
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[You can run into Galo all week, but in addition to sleepiness, he seems totally out of sorts. Almost like he's sulking, or brooding, or about to lose his temper with someone. He has some serious nasty resting face going on half the time, and the other half he seems downright depressed.
Also, all week Galo has changed into some dumb baggy track pants and sneakers with no shirt, the perfect outfit for brooding around a mansion when you're sick of suits and you've destroyed half your dress shirts. Probably worth noting, in addition to the bandaged up left hand, the entirety of his left arm is covered in an old burn scar.]
ii. monday, afternoon, ballroom
[Galo wandered into the ballroom, and he's looking at everyone's placards - jumping in surprise when one appears to transform into werefish out of the corner of his eye - and then reading the text on another.
As you walk by, he's looking at yours, and seemingly reading it for literally the first time, two weeks in.]
Whoa! Is that true?
iii. tuesday morning, lake
[Galo is spending a decent amount of time down by the lake, but this morning, he's standing near the edge, tossing pieces of fish from the kitchen in.]
Hello! Anybody down there? It's me!
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Which part?
[TREADMILLS ARE TERRIBLE]
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[ well. that was pleasant. Stefano is silent for a moment, then turns to whoever is nearby, a sardonic expression curling his lips. ]
I am beginning to think our host is enjoying this.
[ and, judging by his tone, Stefano isn't. He shakes his head. ]
Come. I think we should take our minds off of this... unpleasantness. It's time for lunch.
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[ alternatively, Stefano can be found lounging around in the music room often during the week. He's not doing all that much, actually - for once, the camera is simply hanging in his grip rather than being pointed at anyone, and he's laying back in a chair, listening to the record player as it spins its way through various classical vinyls. Some are elegant, some fiery; at the moment, though, it's peaceful.
He looks like he might be asleep - but if you linger long enough, he will eventually comment with his eyes closed: ]
Beautiful, isn't it?
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I guess? It's not the kind of music I like, but it's alright.
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[No, Four has never seen a vinyl in her life, but she hangs around long enough to observe how others get them to play music on the record player. She waits until no one else is around (or it seems like it at least) before taking out a vinyl herself and playing it. To her surprise and delight, it plays her sister One's Song. (Please don't ask me how medieval fantasy upside down Europe had shredding electric guitar riffs, just roll with it.)]
Oh, it's been so long since I've heard her...! [Not that any of the Intoners ever sang their Song in happy, peaceful situations, but it's nice just to have some familiarity.] How in the world did they get this?
ii. dining room, some ungodly hour late at night/early morning
[Sorry to anyone who happens to be sharing the room with Four as she eats a late night meal. It doesn't matter if they're quiet as a mouse or not even doing anything, Literally Just Breathing, because her nerves are so shot from lack of sleep that it annoys her anyways. She snaps.]
I'm sorry, but could you please keep it down?
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[lmk if you wanna pc or, god forbid, red string with four LMFAO. you can find me at
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Huh? A popular singer you know?
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[Lio can be found around like always - going about his normal serious business of Being Lio in clothes are much more his style now when he'll simply . . . randomly burst into laughter, or grin at you in the middle of a conversation with absolutely no prompting. Kind of like a crazy person? It's fine. He always seems slightly shocked by this, like he's rarely experienced the emotion of Happiness, maybe, and it's very disconcerting. If you're giving him a strange look for it, he'll immediately lock eyes in a challenge.]
What? Do you have something to say about it?
ii. Gym
[Workin' off that twink bod. Becoming swole. He looks like he might achieve that in about two days at the rate he's going. Punching a bag or running on the treadmill or attempting to destroy a bike by riding it to death until he looks like he might actually drop. Which he doesn't. Because he can't? This is a bad idea. UNCLENCH, DUMBASS. Maybe distract him.]
iii. Wildcard?
[Hit me with your best shot. Wanna plan anything special - HMU on Disco at Morvena#4108.]
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What're you laughing about?
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[For whoever runs into Mammon, they might notice something a bit...off. The loud, rambunctious cheerfulness isn't anywhere to be found. It's like the volume button on him has been turned the other direction - sure, he's smiling, and he sees alright, but there's something a little more shallow about it. Now, he's also got quite a bit of white fur (hair?) all over his arms, upper chest, and the back of his neck. He kind of looks like a fluffy werewolf man. He...doesn't seem to mind? Somehow?]
[What's not shallow is the glare he's shooting the entrance of the chapel.]
Tch. Really. Really. [He flips it the bird, because he's mature.] Assholes.
B: dance dance revolution: demon edition
[Someone has found one of the dancing games. You can hear the music coming out of the gaming room, and what do we have here? Mammon, doing....a pretty good job at dancing? He's getting all perfects...]
Ha! [He'll offer a smile and a wink to whoever is watching him.] Me and my brothers, we do this alllll the time.
[......................It's his canon's gameplay. Don't ask.]
C: do demons dream of black phillip?
[The lack of sleep gets to Mammon eventually, on top of this.....entirely weird compound of emotions that's weighing over him. Mammon can be found just chugging down a gulp of wine from a bottle as he lounges lazily in a chair in the study. He looks....exhausted. He usually goes without sleep at home most days, but this feels way different when there isn't money to count all night long.]
Hey... [He looks over at whoever is close.] Have you felt...weird all week? I just...don't feel like myself...
D: WILDCARD
[You want a furry demon? Hit me up with whatever prompt! Mammon's baby red string effects will probably include: greed (of course), wanting attention, being outgoing, feeling slowly overwhelming sense of helplessness. Hit me up at discord crystal#4450 or PM on plurk @ vampirize!]
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You play dancing games? ... I feel like that thing is probably meant to destroy relationships.
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If you're a girl who has worn a dress at any point during your stay at the mansion, Dazai will split off from the other to approach them. ]
Hey hey, can we ask you for a favor?
[ Surely nothing will go wrong, right? ]
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[ absolutely nothing can go wrong. ]
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[ sometimes, you should be on bed rest, but instead you're like, not.
that is to say, toi is exploring the new floor. when he steps into the game room, he just gives it a curious look. his eyes seem to linger on a particular spot, but then he turns to whoever might be around. ]
Did Pumpkin design this?
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[ or you can find him laying down on the grass. there's a soccer ball next to him, and every once in a while he will grab it and toss it up in the air, just to catch it and then set it back down next to him.
although maybe you might catch the time where he does it, but can't lift his arms up in time and-- oof. it lands right on his chest. ]
-- fuck!
game room!
Hm? You mean this room?
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[ scribbled in crayon is a note on the doorway of the dining room before breakfast: come to the gym and do meditation with me. who knows, maybe you can trick yourself into getting some rest. worth a shot right? - beau
and there she is in the gym, waiting for anybody to show up, if anybody will. she peeks an eye open from where she's sitting in the middle of the room, offering a tired and slightly manic grin. she hasn't slept in like three days it's FINE. ]
Hey. Meditation? Let's do it.
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He stands there in his stupid Gucci tracksuit. His eyes are red, and his circles are dark.]
Do you even know how to meditate right?
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[so how are we doing? how is that lack of sleep treating everyone??? some of us may be coping with it better than others!!]
[it's mid-Wednesday when Akira can be found in the ballroom nursing his tenth cup of coffee for the day as he tapes random pieces of paper all over one wall to form a giant. . . image??? or something???? on the various pieces of paper he has drawn the following]
(｡・ω・｡)?
（・∩・）？
ლ(ಥ Д ಥ )ლ
👂👂👂👨🏼🤝👨🏼???????
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[is he okay]
[further examination of Akira's state of being would reveal that he is especially haggard this morning, and he has one sleeve rolled up with some torn pieces of cloth wrapped around his wrist and lower arm. if you happen to stare at him and his brilliant mural for too long, he'll just. point at you, then at himself, and say one word]
Art.
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Art!
[he'll add his own drawing to the mural.]
^o^
... Is your arm okay?
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[ holy shit what is that horrible sound? it sounds like someone getting murdered!!! but that can't be? it's only tuesday!! quick, it's coming from the music room. ]
[ once you find the source, there is indeed a murder...... the piano. ]
[ phoenix is playing it. it's probably one of the worst things you've ever heard in your life. ]
Hm. Still got it.
[ does he????? ]
games room, any day;
[ while phoenix does look progressively more tired, at pretty much any point in the week he can be found with two decks of cards, shuffling them back and forth. despite his sleep deprivation, he doesn't miss a beat. ]
[ he smiles when you make eye contact. ]
Ever play poker?
[ ok that's both of his professions. ]
anywhere, anytime;
[ no matter what you're doing or what's happening or where you are, phoenix is there. ]
Wanna see a magic trick?
[ regardless of whether or not you agree, he continues. he puts his hand over your face... ]
Got your nose.
[ and pulls it back! and... wait, he actually has it for real. yeah, that's still happening. ]
WEDNESDAY EARLY MORNING, A THING; 1/3
Which, as it turns out, isn't so locked anymore as someone throws it open and walks on through, covered all over with unidentifiable slime and gore, and some of her extremities wrapped haphazardly in towels. ]
This verflucht mansion—
[ oh would you look at that, it's morning. ]
—I know we joked about it, but you both really need to go get clean.
[ Wow, it's like suddenly being able to breathe normal air again really reinforces the fact that they reek. But wait, who're the other two? ]
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When Hunter comes out of the room, a few things will be immediately obvious. There's a bruise that's spread nearly over the entirety of one half of his face, stretching from his chin to his eye. In the middle of this bruise is a thin cut, and there's blood dripping down from his nose. Unfortunate. He’s holding one of his wrists gingerly, and there are two slash marks over his chest. There's also a fair amount of the same kind of slime and gore that 45 is dealing with all over him.
All the same, as he gingerly puts a hand to the cut in the middle of his cheek and looks to his two companions:]
Yeah, we probably should. [...] Hey, do you think this is going to make a cool scar someday?
[Is that his biggest priority right now? Maybe so.]
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[ What do you do when you're a teenager unaccustomed to feeling many emotions, while running around with zero sleep? Dazai can be found in the video game room taking it out in a first person shooter with bags of snacks opened beside him and an energy drink. If anyone approaches, he'll nod towards the second controller. ]
Go ahead and join if you want.
[ He doesn't want any nagging about his life choices at the moment. ]
[ ii. morgue ]
[ On Thursday morning, Dazai can be found laying on one of the cold tables in the morgue. He's in the usual amount of dressed up, and his eyes are closed. As soon as he hears someone enters the room, he'll crack an eye open. ]
There's another table over there.
THURSDAY EARLY MORNING, ANOTHER THING - 1/4
Out comes Lio, very light singed, sporting a few bloody wounds, holding . . . a flamethrower. Who allowed him to have that. What a fucking terrible idea, whoever gave him that?]
It's empty.
[Not the room. He's looking at the flamethrower. Aren't there bigger things to be concerned about right now?]
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He's doing kind of a weird, dramatic voice when he sees anyone gathering around.]
Ah! That's the smell of smoke all right, but it's good and contained. Nothing to see here, folks, the fire is under control and this area being monitored for any structural damage. I'm going to need you to step away while we complete rescue operations.
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A THING...
[On Friday morning at 7am, all will awaken from their sudden sleep. The doors will unlock, and as everyone begins to file out into the hall a crackle of a radio appears overhead as three girls' voices speak in unison.]
This is a true story. It happened to friends of a friend of mine.
One night, the three of them were traveling alone deep in the woods as they came across a fork in the road. Three different paths lay before them, though each path was only wide enough for one person. Each chose a different path to travel, biding each other farewell as they departed.
Believing themselves to be resourceful and brave, the first traveled on without fear. "I'll get to the end first and wait for the others!" they said eagerly as they raced through the trees. As the path ahead opened wider and the moon shone down from above, a hooded figure soon appeared before them with a spread of riches beyond their wildest dreams. Overcome with greed, they chose the finest jewels and gems to take with them on their journey. But before they could thank the figure for their generosity, a sharp glint caught in the light as a hand swung down toward them.
Unbeknownst to the others, the second knew of the dangers that lay ahead and chose the darkest path to follow. They walked alone in silence, carrying the weight of their troubles on their shoulders and looking forward to reaching the end. As the path began to narrow, the hooded figure appeared before them. Words were not exchanged between the two as the figure held out a hand. Overcome with a quiet sense of relief, they took the hand and followed the figure into the night as the path disappeared behind them.
Clever as they were, the third decided to abandon the path and find a different route to take. Not a moment later, they heard the soft fall of footsteps as the hooded figure stumbled off of a shortcut previously missed. Determined to use the shortcut themselves, the third begrudgingly agreed to guide the figure out of the woods. A somber silence surrounded them as they journeyed on, the figure following closely behind. It was only when they reached the edge of a cliff that they realized the figure had tricked them. Before they could scream in indignation, a hand reached forward with a gentle push as rocks gave way beneath their feet.
...and that's the last we ever heard of them. Who were they? Ah. I think their names were...Mammon, Meltryllis and Stefano Valentini."
[The radio falls silent. Should you attempt to contact them on Friday, the girls will not reply...take some time to yourselves today. Perhaps you'll receive answers tomorrow.]
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all will find that they may finally sleep.]
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