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strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-04-27 08:20 pm
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WEEK 2
[The new week comes.
Those who have eaten the offered food from the Stewards will find themselves much more refreshed and energetic. They will also find their need for food is practically nonexistent for the rest of the week. However, that may not be the only side effect of their sustenance they might find-nor will all of the side effects be pleasant.
There are no new floors to explore, though there is a bouncy castle in the arena now. (Thanks, Harriet.) There is also the possibility that there may be more to find on these floors-or maybe they are just going on a wild goose chase. Or maybe there is something to find, though those who look for answers may not like what they find.
And what of the number of Strangers left? The Stewards have already allowed a murderer to get away with their crime scot free, and no one else has uncovered the culprit. Who knows what else the Stewards might have up their sleeves?
There are fourteen strangers left.]
NIGHTMARE LEVELS - WEEK 2
Level 2
Franciscus
Krone
Level 3
Harriet
Osomatsu
Thanatos
Akko
Ambrosine
Level 4
Jun
Level 5
Eric]
SUNDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD
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A wooden thunk. Exuberant laughter. Then a blood curdling shout of "Fuck you!" followed by a much louder crash. By then, you'll easily be able to tell which direction the commotion is coming from - the servant quarters.
This should definitely not be happening right now. But will anyone put a stop to it?]
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MONDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD
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Ambrosine is in the arena for the morning, just sort of. Poking at the bouncy castle. With a raised eyebrow, the look of someone who's never seen a bounce castle in their life.
Later, in the afternoon, she's in the game room, Purposely Not Looking at the torture implements and only occasionally looking at the skeleton. She appears to be playing chess with herself.
She also appears to be losing. ]
Arena
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There's seriously nowhere else to sleep...?
[If he wanders around the place lethargic, that's because he missed out on the Saturday meal. He's stopped feeling hungry! That's....something? But he's smart enough to fight hunger with fluid so hi-ho to the well we go.]
Stupid, stupid, stupid... [Muttering as he deals with the bucket and well and water and bla bla bla.]
[1/3]
A mirrored past
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[At some point around mid-afternoon, anyone near the staircase on either the first or second floor will hear a sharp yelp, as well as the sounds of glass shattering and the telltale thumps of someone falling down the stairs.
Anyone who comes by to check will find Emma at the bottom of the staircase on the first floor, clutching at her stomach and side. There are shards of glass all down the stairs; RIP, Glenda.]
O-oww...
ii. oh my god can you stay put for even one second girl
[Later that night, Emma will be found in the arena, moving relatively slowly as to not to exacerbate any injuries, new or old.
After a couple of moments of just blinking at the bouncy castle in abject confusion, Emma carefully sets two items in front of it:
A prayer card, written entirely in Spanish, and an orange and green pack of unfiltered cigarettes. They're free for the taking; first come, first served!
If anyone wants to ask her about them, or just yell at her for moving around, she'll remain in the arena for a bit to investigate the bouncy castle, then slowly meander back to her bed.]
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[He has no interest in the beer, but he also doesn't want people to get it and make even worse decisions.]
[He's there all day though, minus when he's helped to the bathroom.]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: A Chaucer Full of Secrets
[There's an annoying voice outside your doorless bedroom.....]
Morning, assholes! Yeah, wake the hell up! There's gonna be some changes around here, so pay attention. Bam!
[The younger Steward slaps a big fat addition to the rules on to the bottom of where they're posted.]
That's right, we're all gonna play a big game. A kill-or-be-killed death trial with no escape starts now...
You know, it's really too bad. SOME of you showed some fucking potential during that peaceful little week-
[It probably says a lot about him that he considers a week with one murder and a fight with several serious injuries "peaceful"]
-but most of you? Pbfftt. It'll take a few hundred years before you dumbasses are any use to Big Sis. You should've pledged your lives to her side when you had the chance. Just remember when you dogs start eating each other. I gave you plenty of fuckin' time.
[But even though he says that, he didn't exactly spend too much time extolling the virtues of this place or its mistress. No, judging by the smug look on his face, he was looking forward to the killing part as much as his older counterpart.
Said counterpart's voice echoes from somewhere behind near the stairs.]
Do feel free to explain to our guests what we have on them, if you would...
Sure, sure, getting to it...
So yeah! Like the rules say, the only way to get out of here, and to get what you want, is killing one of the others with a fucking title, and getting away with it in the trial where you're all gonna be the judge n' jury. I bet you're all gonna try to think we ain't got nothing you want... but! You would be DEAD WRONG! Our Lady has eyes everywhere, including your MINDS. That means we knew everything there was to know about your former lives.
So what if the society you left behind knew what ugly secrets you people were hiding, huh? What you keep hiding?? With what we got on you, you'd never be able to show your faces outside this mansion anyway if this shit got out!
[The younger Steward's jagged teeth are glinting as he grins ever so smugly, pointing his gloved finger at all of said faces while he digs in his fitchets with his other hand.]
If you don't want that to happen - if you don't want any of THIS to get released to all those people you might know back home and then some -
[The younger Steward just FLINGS a fistful of parchments at the characters. When the Strangers pick them up, they will each find that their parchment lists the secrets they keep from others on them-especially the biggest and worst ones that each character hides in nice big lettering.]
- you have no choice but to murder someone here before the week is over! Heh heh heh heh... AH ha ha ha ha!!
[At least someone's enjoying themselves, right?...]
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The garden is where he spends most of the time. Some gardening so the plans grow a little better is a good idea, but there's only so much she can do. Still, she's taking off wilting plants and examining those that are edible, frowning. Still, the way she moves shows some gardening knowledge, she's comfortable doing all this. Want to lend a hand?
There's also the dining room. In the afternoon, during sunset, she stands in the middle of it and focuses. If she could smell cooking food...but no, it doesn't seem like there's anything]
There must be something we haven't found yet, but...
[But after this long they all have checked everything, yet found nothing. Could there be nothing?]
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garden
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advance cw for hallucinations involving blood, written from really unfortunate experience
After a few hours of this, he'll be heading out to the well. It doesn't seem quite like a practical way of rinsing off or getting clean, the way he casts the bucket down and hauls it up, and then steps back and dumps it over himself. No denying it works, after a few repeats, but... please, someone stop the man. He seems to be somewhat caught in the pattern.]
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Re: well
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Arena
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Exhaling a small sigh, it's then that a 'voice' spoke up, startling her. ]
Akko, if you'd listened to me, maybe i'd still be here...
[ She looked over and saw a familiar woman with vivid red hair and red eyes staring at her with sadness and pity in her gaze. Injuries littered her body and her clothes were torn, skin awfully pale. ]
I know but... I just wanted to do things for myself a-and she said you lied to me...
[ The woman shook her head and walked closer, heels clicking along the floor. ]
You should have known I had your best interests in mind. There's nothing that can be done about it now... long as you accept it.
Even if I don't... it won't change anything...
[ Giving off a shaky laugh after that, Akko bowed her head as to obscure her face so she couldn't look at her. It just hurt so much. Why was this happening? The worst part of this was... anyone could come along and see her... but just who was it that Akko was speaking to?
After all, it was just her up here. ]
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WEDNESDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD
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MINI GAME: CREATE OR DESTROY
IC INSTRUCTIONS
OOC INSTRUCTIONS
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Repair roll=122
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95 on a Repair Roll
REPAIR: 25
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Destruction, 58
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repair 17
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REPAIR | roll = 97 on 1d100
Repair Roll - 100
Repair -- 46
Repair: 103 (1d130)
Destroy Roll = 70 (d110)
Destroy Roll = 34
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destroy 104 / 130
cw: hallucinated dead fiancee and mixed feelings on eric's part about admitting she's not real
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RESULTS
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Hydrangea! They had you with them all along, didn't they? Don't worry, dad's here! [And if they look in, they'll see him cuddling a hedgehog-like creature who keeps making happy "Min! Min!" sounds. There's a bunch of other stuff, but he's mostly ignoring it. Though he does cast a few nervous glances at the spiked bat...]
[Later on, he can be found in the dining room, placing most of the items he's found out on the table. Only the bat, cheese, and brain aren't there. If anyone walks by, he'll wave at them.]
Ah, does anything here belong to you? Feel free to take it! [Hydrangea the Shaymin is still sitting on his head, snuggling happily in his hair. He doesn't seem to mind.]
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dining room
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game room, because clearly i don't have enough franciscus threads?!
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THURSDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD
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He does spend some time in the Arena, letting the Shaymin bounce around the castle, even occasionally reaching out to catch him when he goes flying down the tongue slide. And he even laughs a few times when that happens.]
There, I've got you!
[And also in the garden, slowly drawing up a bucket of water and gently stroking Hydrangea's grassy fur as he pours it out in a saucer.]
...I'm sorry I couldn't manage to get you sunlight, as well.
[Later on, he can be found in the game room, packing up several of the board games. He'll glance over at anyone who comes by and explain:]
I'm moving these somewhere more suited for entertainment. They're probably the only diversion we'll have for a while, after all...
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[Thus reads the grim poster in thick quill-writing that has been hanging on the dining room wall.
For the past couple days, Krone has been rather muted compared to the arrival week. At first she was preoccupied with the Sunday incident and its aftermath, considering that she was the closest excuse of a nurse this castle apparently had. Then the motive announcement on Tuesday entirely stole the smile from her face, if correlation is causation.
Now the smile still hasn't come back and she's set up shop in the music room nevertheless. At least her hands are flying. She seems to be putting something onto the paper, both words and pictures in large delicate loops.]
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[He passes by the garden, glancing at whatever remnants of a fire there were. Some kind of chair? Interesting.]
[But he ends up in the arena, looking over the bouncy castle. None of the objects sitting there are his, so he just leans up against it before sliding down to sit on the floor with his back supported. ... Maybe just a few minutes... his eyes slip closed.]
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