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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.]
MINI GAME: CREATE OR DESTROY
IC INSTRUCTIONS
The irritated voice of the elder Steward comes over the intercobwebs.]
ARE YOU SATISFIED NOW, YOU CRETINOUS CUR? [He clears his throat.]
Children, it is time for the first invocation of rule number one, the service tasks. Repair as much of the damages that foolish whelp caused to the property as you can, and by sundown I shall issue a token of appreciation to those who made themselves the most useful. There will be hammers and nails provided in the arena, so please-
[From another web, the younger Steward cackles hideously.]
Fuck that! Destroy even more things! I'll give you twice what he's offering!
YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING! Do not listen to that half-witted fopdoodle! Cleanliness is important to Our Lady!
But so is MALICE!! Heheheh!!
[The Stewards begin to squabble over their interpretations of the Lady's will. Nevertheless, you have ... two orders to follow, and rules are rules. Which is it going to be?]
OOC INSTRUCTIONS
🔨 Roll the dice in discord or use RNG: refer to your level in the FAQ. For a repair roll, it's the normal scale. For a destroy roll, reverse it - lower numbers are a pass and higher numbers are a fail! For example, a level 5 would roll a 1d100. but instead of failure being less than 50, now, you want to roll under 50 to pass!
🔨 Post what you got in the subject title and thread it out! After all, you never know who will need a hand with the challenge!
🔨 Link to the turn-in thread by this time tomorrow, Thursday!
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Repair roll=122
This doesn't seem that difficult, after all. [Though he'll occasionally wave someone down to ask for help.] Could you hold this in place for a moment? It'll only be for a while until I get the main supports in place.
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95 on a Repair Roll
She gets to work with a hammer and some nails on a chair or two in the dining room. It’s...slow going, and not exactly the prettiest work, but considering her lack of experience, she’s taking it as a win that the thing looks like it can seat someone without breaking or them getting injured or something.
If you want her attention, you might have to tap her shoulder or something, because she’s pretty focused on this.]
REPAIR: 25
However, her experience with actual handiwork is limited. Although she started working on the table, she's...kind of doing badly. She has the surface of the table against the floor and is working to try to attach the halves together, but she has limited materials, and nails aren't doing the trick. There's Zelda, pulling out one of the nails]
...I'm embarrassed to admit I'm not certain what I'm doing.
[Oh well]
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Destruction, 58
You know what his favorite kind is? Fire. And explosions. And fiery explosions.
Catch him grumbling about not having his formulas as he lugs wood out to the garden, or having too much fun using classic friction methods to get a bonfire going.]
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repair 17
then again, it's not like he's lived too long. but never mind that.
at this rate, he'd be better off destroying something.
he's hammering away at... something, not doing very good work. when Osomatsu looks up, he actually slams the hammer down onto his thumb]
YEOWCH!
[it throbs as though he were a silly cartoon character. and then... he starts to whine as he holds his hand]
I'M DYINGGGGG!
[it's not even broken........]
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REPAIR | roll = 97 on 1d100
He doesn't want the hallucination that seems to have grown stronger with the decision to fix things to stop. It's not that he sees her, exactly. But he can feel her arms around him or her hands on his shoulders, as though she's standing behind where he sits. Ghosts are supposed to be cold, but she's warm, and her perfume smells the same as ever it did. This is a pleasant bit of madness.
Woodworking was never his specialty, but he's doing his best. It might count as destroying property, but the weapons in the Arena were all so badly maintained... surely putting a battered old shield to new use, split up as patches on the underside of a table, would be fine?
At this point, he's actually singing to himself. To create, not to destroy - that was what he'd wanted once, wasn't it? When he'd first heard that song, almost a decade ago now....]
Repair Roll - 100
Still, she's. Trying. Meticulously lining up the nails and tapping that hammer in and somehow it's working? Slow, but methodical.
She also busies herself with clearing away some of the debris that was left behind with much more speed. ]
Repair -- 46
Though it certainly doesn't look pretty. Still not awful for a girl who hasn't really done this before, she's determined to keep up with this. ]
Repair: 103 (1d130)
First he's going to see about salvaging some materials. He'll grab some bedsheets from the servant's quarters and he also seems to locate some glue and rope along with the nails and hammers.
He'll be able to be seen in the bathroom rigging up a screen for some privacy and then later in the area of the bedrooms working on getting some doors up. He'll work on the women's rooms first, then the kids and then everyone else.]
Destroy Roll = 70 (d110)
Destroy Roll = 34
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destroy 104 / 130
No, she's just unscrewing the knobs, and in turn removing the strings, one by one. This takes several minutes. Then:]
Agh! Agh!
[Stomping on the body repeatedly, but the wood holds up longer than she expected.]
cw: hallucinated dead fiancee and mixed feelings on eric's part about admitting she's not real
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RESULTS
For Eric: Cheesecake - It’s a cheesecake. One single solitary cheesecake, just for you. Maybe you’ll share with someone, but the truth is, hoping for any more is just wishful thinking.
For Franciscus: Uniform - It’s basically a fanservice-esque maid uniform, with a very short and frilly black skirt that pulls up to right below the bust, a pair of thigh-high white stockings, a black waist apron, a white button down shirt and blue ribbon tie to complete the look. What the heck kind of pervert designed this?!
For Harriet: Fruit? - A small basket of what looks like red pears. However, splitting them open reveals three giant eyeball-sized black olive-shaped orbs clinging to three white shrimp-shaped arils, all symmetrically nestled in. A fruit, or the beginnings of a chestburster?...
Plate of Sashimi - It’s a plate full of raw fish, all in nicely cut rectangles. It’s pink and smells like salmon. Any port in a storm, right?
For Arthur: Bowl of Stew - It’s a bowl of soup with a strange mixture of green broth, meat and yams. It’s not just any bowl of soup, however - it’s Alexis’ (whoever that is) special recipe with added spices. The taste is exquisite, almost fit for a king.
Ball - It’s a perfectly ordinary brown rubber ball. Yet when you hold it, you can help but feel a chill down your spine. Indeed, you’re almost tempted to bounce it. Almost. But not quite. Surely you can resist.
After the prizes have been sent out, the Stewards admire the Titled's efforts. The Elder Steward gloats about how many more of the Titled took his side, the side of propriety. The Younger Steward, flying into a rage, goes and ruins all the doors again, except for the ones belonging to people who destroyed things. Sorry Thanatos. At least some of your work paid off... for some people.]