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Week 6
Week 6
Monday - Thursday
[ There is a particularly somber atmosphere in the quiet hotel. The day before ended with a terrible miscalculation and an innocent life lost in the name of the “experiment”. Emotions certainly ran high and it would not be strange for those effects to linger into the dawn of the new week. Until now they had successfully determined and executed three other murderers. But the fourth got away. They may not want to face the future yet—but the experiment stops for nothing.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
The opening of a new wing would probably be of little solace to them. But it's not long before they are granted a small distraction.
Early Monday morning -- before they’ve even had a chance to properly examine the new floor and it’s rooms -- a text announcement arrives, following a small jingle. The sound is new; different from the announcement tones used during the investigation last week. It’s just as loud and persistent, but there’s an annoying set of four repeated notes in a pattern that lazily imitates a song assigned to this notification.]
Hello participants.
I hope you are doing well this morning and are well rested for the day ahead. There will be a meeting held in the lobby fifteen minutes from now. You will all be required to attend. Any person who is absent will be appropriately hunted down and brought to the meeting place by whatever means necessary. An important change has been made to the experimental proceedings, of which you must all now be made well aware.
See you all in fifteen minutes.
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LOBBY - ANNOUNCEMENT
When the clock strikes the appointed time, however-- something in the air around them seems to shift. For just a split second, it's almost as if the shapes of the room around them don't quite match up, as if you're looking at everything through tired, dizzy or sick eyes and it's all out of focus. But it's quickly remedied and soon everything looks like it's back to normal.
But what WAS that? ]
Goooooood morning everyone!
[ Well THAT'S not Sandra. But the voice may not be entirely unfamiliar either. ]
Wow, what a colorful bunch we have here! Since this is our first meeting-- please call me Sheepy. I'm from the independent investigation agency. Formerly I was your Trial Supervisor, but from now on I'll be enforcing the rules of this experiment in both the Waking World and the Dream World! So please don't forget-- I don't want to punish anyone on my first week on the job! Aaaaanyway-- [ The sheep smiles widely. ] It's nice to meet you all~
Oh yeah! And starting this week, we're doing away with the whole USB thing. It's just such a hassle-- Which brings me to my next point... Tsk, tsk, tsk-- there are some naughty, naughty cheaters here. Why is it that you guys haven't caught those shooters yet, hmmm? I'm pretty sure there's more than one. You're still a part of the experiment. But it's high time the rest of you stopped waiting for them to come get you and take care of them.
...but if any one of you messes with my cameras again-- You. Won't. Like. What. Happens. 🎶
[ But suddenly Sheepy brightens up again. ]
Follow the rules and we can all be great friends! Since this is new and all I thought I should bring you all a gift! I hope you liiiiike it.
[ Sheepy's "gift" is a video tape. She pulls out a little television and pops it in-- jumping up and sitting on the TV with a thing of popcorn she also produced from-- wherever. If you take a look... what's on the screen is a view of Sandra. From the looks of her, it was taken late Thursday or early Friday, because the signs of the poisoning are highly evident. As it proceeds, the true meaning of the tape becomes clear.
Sandra is dead ]
It's good right? This is what you wanted, isn't it?
[ The sheep certainly seems pleased with herself. ]
Things weren't so good yesterday but I know you'll do better this week~ So! Now-- I guess if you have any questions, now's the time! Or maybe since we're all strangers, why don't we get to know each other better~?
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[Shelley steeples her fingers, considering what she was seeing]
Was it the poison or was it something else?
[Did you kill the evil doctor, Sheepy? Did you?]
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Why do ya think there's more than one gunner?
[Listen, semantics and shit aren't with him right now. He just wants answers and he probably likes this sheep less than Miss Sandra, but who the fuck cares right now.]
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1/2
2/3 -- I lied
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[ No he's not bothering to keep his voice down any. His arms are crossed over his chest and he doesn't seem at all phased by everything Sheepy's said and done. Especially considering Sandra was apparently dead and they were left with this little... thing in her place. ]
Tell me, Sheepy. Are you viewing all of this as some kind of sick game?
[ Considering just how done he is with all of this mess, this kind of annoys him a bit. ]
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What the fuck is this.
[...Yeah, it. That's. That's it, that's the entirety of his line of questioning this morning.]
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you know he has seen some pretty weird shit, but this definitely takes the cake]
It's nice to meet you, Sheepy! How did you get that video of Sandra?
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He almost sighs. ]
...This is ridiculous.
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The Last Funeral - Tuesday Event
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MOTIVE
Life can be truly unfair. Doubly so, when it's left to the wrong hands. The desire for justice is a powerful motivator, whether it is to protect oneself, the weak, or even the world. If you can do even one of those things, won't you feel a little better?
We can give you exactly what you need to tip the scales.
A successful killer will be granted the opportunity to right or undo an injustice from their life. Because this is a complex matter that means many things to different people, we have provided each of you with a suitable example.
[This motive, some like others before it, comes with an image that should remind them strongly that there are much greater injustices in the wide world than suffering through the trials in this hotel. Someone's twisting the knife.]
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It's too late to fix this injustice. Not interested.
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Monday - Ballroom
Between Wednesday and Thursday, Kevin clearly lost it. Hazama’s murder was something that had to happen. A job he had to do. He still doesn’t feel regret over that.
Speaking of jobs he has to do, he’s in the ballroom again setting things up for the funeral. On the board there are five added names:
Alexia
Estelle
Adelaide
Conchita
Leo
There’s a lack of ‘Hazama’ on there and it’s purposeful. At the very least he’s not writing his name – perhaps someone else will. Then again, why would a priest put the name of someone he murdered in damn near cold blood on the altar of people to mourn? Also placed on the altar is a golden harmonica.
Kevin goes to his podium and starts his sermon.]
After a week of no bloodshed, it appears we were met with a week of turmoil. Two more died at the hands of the gunner, one at the hand of poison, one killed, and one incorrectly executed for a murder they didn’t commit. This does not sit well with me, however, there will be another time to meet for what to do about our situation. For now, this time is to mourn.
I know this week personally hit me hard. I knew one of the victims decently well as I’m sure many had figured out. Estelle was a gal who always seemed to keep one foot forward. I admit I met her when she was down on her luck, but I saw her stand up on her own two feet and fight back. She was no different here. So while she was likely hurting seeing people die, she was always someone who kept on smiling and hoping for the best. I’ll be honest, she was the last person who ever deserved to die. She likely bore no ill will to anyone nor expressed an intent to murder. Ain’t in her code. It’s probably a difficult time to say this, but I hope everyone takes her hope and optimism and uses that to conquer what’s goin’ on here. I know it’s what I’ll need to do from here on out even if some days end up bein’ more difficult than others.
May that be our motivation onward even if I know there are those who have lost hope after that last trial. However, I believe that losing hope is exactly what our captors want of us.
[Hypocritical words from a man who murdered in cold blood last week, but there’s some truth to them.]
I will open the floor to anyone who would like to give eulogies.
[As per usual with Mondays, he’s in the ballroom all day after the funeral. Though this time he is mainly seated at a table with a couple of notebooks. One has the data for the strip searches. He’s definitely looking through them and going through another notebook he’s actually keeping pretty secret. Opening it to occasionally write things or cross out things but as soon as someone gets near him he’ll close it and keep it on hand so no one can take it. Given his secrecy and how he has the data for the strip searches open, it’s probably obvious what’s in the other notebook. Just for now, while he’s writing things down, he doesn’t want to exactly express what he’s thinking on all this yet.
Not until he has more concrete evidence…]
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People like Hazama don't get funerals. He gets it.
At the same time, that's why Top Dollar's here right now; because nobody's going to be here for Hazama, and this is what happens when one of his guys dies and nobody gives a fuck. He won't give a fuck either, but he'll take care of it in his own way.
He'll talk if he's approached; if not, just leave him be. Either way, moment of silence in the back for goddamn Hazama.]
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MAIL ROOM - MONDAY
Ladybug #615, 10PM - 12AM, Monday thru Sunday
Manga Cafe, 2PM - 6PM, Monday
Scorpion Hallway, 1 AM - 8 AM, Monday
Game Room, 9AM, 2PM, Tuesday
Main 6th Floor Hallway, 11 PM - 12 AM, Wednesday
Manga Cafe, 3AM - 10AM, Wednesday
Cricket Hallway, 6AM - 12PM, Wednesday
Laser Tag Area, 12 PM - 4 PM, Wednesday
3rd floor Main Halls, 12 PM - 4 PM, Wednesday
Scarlett O'Hara Hall, 12 PM - 4 PM, Wednesday
4th floor Main Halls, 12 PM - 4 PM, Wednesday
Game Room, 5AM - 3PM, Thursday
Elevators, 12 PM - 4 PM, Thursday
Scarab Hallway, 4PM - 6PM, Thursday
Additionally, the footage of who freed Hazama has been released. He had help from Top Dollar and Yukino, who had kept watch and picked the handcuff locks.]
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Mikami looks extraordinarily pissed as he leaves the mail room sometime this evening. ]
Body Announcement - Tuesday Morning
Second day on the job and we already have a dead body! Wooow~!
Looks like you've found the body of Grass Head! Feel free to investigate to your heart's content-- however! Kevin Graham was acting under the role of CGM. As such, there will be no formal trial..
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[ Outside of investigation and check rounds, Mikami is rarely seen outside this week. If you want to talk to him about throwing himself into an execution, finding a gunner or maybe the quality of Generic Detective Manga Volume 87, knock at his door? Maybe he'll open. ]
Monday
[ It's time for Mikami's weekly photo tour on the new floor. His ear is still bandaged after that stunt at Leo's execution and if you approach Mikami from the right side, you can notice him being dis-proportionally startled by that. It appears he can't hear what's happening on this side of him very well... and it might not be just due to the bandages. ]
Wednesday
[ In the late afternoon, Mikami can be found in the manga café. He sincerely seems inclined to pick up some super hero stories for a moment, but as soon as he's flipped through the pages of a volume he puts it back on the shelf. In the end he leaves rather fast, looking unhappy with himself. ]
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Not boring enough?
[Mitsuko please.]
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Wednesday
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Monday
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[If you finally want to get a handle on just what the hell happened with Mitsuko or maybe you're just wondering the new floor, in the afternoon she can be found in the arcade. Almost lazily she's drifting around the arcade games. Some shooting games here, some crane games here.]
Tuesday
[She's in the manga cafe, reading quietly some (non explicit, thankfully) yuri manga in a corner with some of the ramune from her previous room. Mitsuko seems fairly involved with her reading but occasionally she looks up as if keeping an eye on anyone else in the area.]
Wednesday
[Now that the bar's open the lounge is fairly quiet so she spends some time in there working on her journal. Maybe 'working' isn't the best word as she's just doodling what looks like to fairly mundane objects. A tree, an acorn...a fish, some bees.]
All through the Week
[Mitsuko can be found (usually) around the pool, trying to keep herself busy by swimming. She might also just be in the convenience store collecting (even more??) food. Or, sometimes, just trying to quietly watch. However, one thing to note is that she doesn't seem upset at all over the events of the weekend, the new motive, Kevin's death or anything really.
If anything there's a certain lightness to her steps. If you don't want to confront her at the Monday prompt, you can either jump her at the restaurant or barge into her room.]
Wednesday
He remembers how much of a hassle he'd given her on Friday, which is enough to have him go up to where she is and pull up a chair so he can sit in it adjacent to her. You know, in the totally normal way where the back of the chair faces the table, one arm draped over the back of the chair casually as he exhales a small sigh. ]
Do you enjoy doing a lot of drawing, Mitsuko? I never quite pegged you as the artistic type.
[ This was better than just coming outright and saying 'hey i was kind of an ass to you the other day..' right? ]
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Room Searches - Tuesday Afternoon
They will also frisk people and at the least request for outer layers for be removed so they can root through that shit as well! And yes, the inside of the footwear will be examined too.
OOC note: As with the strip search thread, tag in with your character! If they aren't already chilling in their room, assume that at least 1 of Mikami, Rean or Crow chased them down. If you don't have time to thread anything out it'd be appreciated if there was a least a comment describing points of interest and whatnot that we could ask about OOCly or something (unless your character didn't let them in their room at all). Also the 2+ witness rule applies ICly here as well.]
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Whoever approaches him in the halls will receive a pretty indifferent handwave, blunt refusal, and he'll try to outright walk off. ]
are we doin it. are we havin a shounen battle!!
only if crow wants to!!! question is: is crow too cool to fisticuff
the thing is crow probably is too cool to fisticuff unfortunately :(
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[ Duke doesn't honestly know what to really do with himself following last week's events, except mostly avoid too much interaction for two whole straight days. So, he goes to somewhere that is more familiar (where he's used to having tea time at any rate), and decides to settle upon sitting in here for some peace and quiet. Maybe he should stick to his room, considering how wary he should be of anyone coming upon him. But he just makes sure he's situated so he can view the entrance, just in case. ]
Thursday
[ Duke did say he would be interested in re-visiting the laser tag area once more, and so he decided to take upon himself such a route. He's not really decked in the clothing designed to play the game or carrying the fake gun with him, though, so he's not too interested in the game.
Although depending on the person, with prodding that could change.
After that, Duke can be found rather briefly in the restaurant, after grabbing food, and likely not paying much attention to whomever may be entering. Not for the lack of being cautious, mind you, but he is just...off in his own little world. ]
Wildcard!
[ If you want to do something not listed above, let me know! ]
Thursday
In the restaurant Sting will kick (and yes he'll be loud and obnoxious about it) a chair next to Duke to give himself room to sit. Then he'll sit.
Quietly. ]
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thursday wildcard; after the restaurant FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
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WEdnesday
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Wensday
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thursday; laser tag
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Thursday, Laser Tag Arena
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[It's taken him a while to feel anything about this.
He can't really say that he does now, either, but at the very least he's a bit more functional today than he was yesterday (he'd spent most of yesterday in his room, honestly) and while he can't exactly say why, he finds himself in the ballroom reasonably early in the morning. Not...godawful-early, not Sheepy-thought-it'd-be-cute-to-wake-everyone-up early, but at a reasonable hour when most people are awake and not at, like, eleven.
He doesn't look like he slept too well (he seems kind of listless, his hair isn't up to the usual sheen he likes it at) but he's here, and he's standing around at the back and leaning up against the wall like he usually does when there's actually a funeral on, because he still doesn't understand mourning but at the same time the least he can do is pay respects for a couple of minutes.
He's pretty sure he still doesn't give a fuck – about Kevin, about what happened to Leo, about those kids and about poor fucking stupid Hazama – but maybe it's like he told Kevin on Monday: it's not like it's a bad practice to be in. As it stands, it's not helping but it's not pissing him off, either; it's no worse than the usual haze he'd been in at home, all restless apathy and looking for something to do with himself.
The ballroom isn't going to hold his interest for very long, though; he'll retreat upstairs eventually, into the gift shop - he's staring at the glass animals again, and it isn't long before he's just...found a bag to put them in and is proceeding to do so in a manner that's both very focused and oddly mechanical, collecting several of them to join the serpent and crow he's got back in his room already. Some sort of stocky attack dog and a horse rearing up and a rabbit lying down with its long ears lying low across its back, and some sort of bird of prey that he can't even fucking identify with wings spread and a cat sitting calmly with its tail wrapping forward around its legs, and he pauses a bit before picking up the dragon with the gold-tipped spines along its back, hesitates, but after a while he takes that too – he doesn't put it in with the rest, he just...sets it down on the counter next to the bag, and once he's done all that he tries to stop and just breathe and wonder when the actual goddamn fuck he lost control of his life like this, and after a moment he just kind of...laughs?
It's cold and it's understated and he's honestly not sure why the fuck he's doing it. There's nothing causing it, there's nothing prompting it, he's just kind of laughing under his breath because he's standing around in a hotel full of murder and he can't calm the fuck down and he doesn't know what to do with himself so he's just going to collect a bunch of glass animals like it's going out of goddamn style and keep them in his room and...what?
God, he can't calm the fuck down.
He'll disappear into his room for a while after that, though, with his fucking glass animals, and it'll be a fucking miracle if he doesn't break them somehow; he'll be calmer in the evening, though, a few hours later, where he can be found in one of the private karaoke rooms. He's got the door open again, though, so it's not like he minds company; he's just in there listening to his 80s shit (albeit with no vocals, so it's probably just sounding like a lot of weird instrumentals but w/e The Smiths are fucking wonderful shut up) and trying to not be a trainwreck, that's all.]
gift shop
They're lovely, aren't they? I've got a few of them in my room and Duke roped me into helping him take as many as we could carry at one point!
[No one needs this many glass animals. But you know what, if his buddy Duke likes them then he can have all the glass animals, because that's just how Yeager operates.]
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[ Yuri spends most of these two days in his room. Figured after last week he should try and get some rest so he doesn't die from his injuries. He's not very good at staying completely put though so around lunch and dinner time he'll be out and about a little before heading back to his room if you want to speak with him.
Or bother him while he's in his room. Though you'll get a grumpier Yuri doing that. ]
[ Wednesday ; Play Room ]
[ Feeling a bit better Yuri can be seen around a little more on Wednesday. He'll be spending most of his time though in the Play Room. For a while he'll be playing the arcade games that they have there albiet he doesn't seem too concentrated on them. Rather than the games his mind seem to be on something else so chances are he'll be seen dying on the screen for the who-knows what time.
Eh. Oh Well.
When he's not playing arcade games he'll actually be back in his room as boring as it's been getting to be in there. ]
[ Thursday ]
[ He'll be out and about a little more here! Hanging around his room, despite the fact he should, has been getting incredibly boring. Besides some exercise can't hurt! So today he'll be out and about wandering the older floors. For a small time he can actually be found in the Gym twirling his sword around. It's very very light training totally something he can do!
Though after that he can be found in the ballroom resting for a bit before heading to the Gift Shop for a bit. While he's there he's actually looking at the glass animals. Just what is it about these guys that make everyone want them in their room?? ]
thursday, ballroom
Ah, there you are! I was wondering where I'd find you. I take it you didn't reopen your injuries?
[The light tone makes it sound like he's just teasing, but he is absolutely serious. ARE YOUR INJURIES BANDAGED, YURI.]
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[After being surprisingly scarce on Monday and Tuesday, Yeager is back to his usual routine of "wander all over the building, trying not to look like he's dying of boredom". He's still just as chipper as ever, but for those of you who have interacted with him a lot you might notice that something seems... off. His smile seems a little more forced today and it takes him a bit longer than usual to settle back into normalcy. Well, normal for him. People probably shouldn't act like this all the time, it's a little weird.
Anyway, you'll find him at the ice rink for a good amount of time where he's once again skating around and looking a bit lost in thought. He's definitely gotten better and he's actually making this look halfway graceful now. He won't be there for too long though, since Yeager gets bored easily.
The rest of the day will be spent messing around with the projection room in laser tag. He doesn't look very interested in that either, but it's better than sitting in his room. He's going to figure out how to put on the most amazing light show, just watch him. Either that or he's going to blind himself first but you know what, this is way better than being locked in his room.]
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[Thursday is definitely better for Yeager, he's back to his usual obnoxious self. Thankfully he'll be keeping his antics confined to the play room for most of the day, because he just so happened to stumble across the arcade games and nothing says "fun" like shooting at things with a fake gun. Listen. He really misses his rifle and this is the closest he'll get without relying on other people to play laser tag with him. If you watch the score you'll notice that he's really good at the shooting games. If he misses anything he looks mildly put-off and then starts the game up again.
The other arcade games don't hold his interest for as long since he's not very good at them, but the shooting games are the best. The only exception are the crane games; you can find him messing around with those for awhile too. He's actually pretty good at them? Maybe it's just his incredible luck. Either way he will absolutely walk out of here with a stuffed animal or two, looking far too pleased with himself.]
thursday; play room
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senpai did you do this ]
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[ By some miracle, she's actually getting decent at ice-skating.
And by "decent" I mean "managing skate for a solid three minutes before she trips over herself." Perhaps it's because she doesn't have daily archery practice to go to, now, but it's become a bit of a routine to skate for a bit in the morning and afternoon. Even moreso this week, as Sakura is barely in the kitchen(s), leaving wrapped meals in the fridge as the only proof of her presence. Instead, rather, she's been holing herself up in her room, and now, the ice rink. On Tuesday in particular, she can be found there for most of the AM hours. ]
Thursday
[ At this point, Sakura is looking for something, anything to distract herself with. She wanders into the parts of the hotel she normally doesn't give much of a second thought--today, it's the karaoke bar. Flipping through the jukebox to find some music she recognizes is a bit hard, as she's not really the most musically-inclined of people (and she's also a technophobic magus from 2004, so). Eventually she finds something nice that she actually knows the lyrics to.
Granted, it's not quite the version she's used to hearing, but it's comforting to hear something familiar nonetheless. She takes a seat at one of the bar stools and begins to sort through a stack of photographs from her weekly picture-snapping spree and quietly singing along. She's not a particularly great singer, but her voice is soft and inoffensive. ]
In this big, open sky, I want to spread my wings and fly.
Thursday
This debating process takes a while before that decision is made and she slips inside quietly and sits beside her on another stool. She wants to just give her a hug but wants to make sure she is known to be here first. Surprises around here aren't nice usually.]
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[ After the absolute chaos of a day that Monday had ended up being, Tuesday had started up with a ridiculous motive that he just scoffed at and decided to ignore it. He had a lot on his mind from Monday and so today in the afternoon can find him trying to figure out the whack-a-mole in the game room.
Once he does have that sorted out, he'll be idly playing it and seeming a little forceful when he hits the little moles that pop out of the holes on the machine. It's sort of like venting his anger out but the rate he's going, he could probably break it if noone steps in. ]
[ Wednesday ]
[ Today if anyone sees him in the morning, Vanitas can be found in the gardens but he just looks physically exhausted as he walks over to each of the four corners, checking and seemingly inspecting the plant-life to make sure they're well kept. It's at the Hibiscus shrubs that he kneels down to look at them, a hand reaching up to brush against a red blossom gingerly.
He kind of looks out of it and maybe doesn't realize he actually has tears running down his cheeks. These past few days finally got to him.
It's later on in the day that finds him back in the manga cafe just picking up a few more books to take down to his room and at one point can be seen picking up a couple drinks from the convenience store in the evening. Seeming to be back to his normal self and humming some kind of tune under his breath as he goes about his business. ]
[ Thursday ]
[ Vanitas seems somewhat still like his normal self and while he wanders around the different floors for a couple of hours in the morning, he decides to visit the Ballroom a little after 1pm and places himself down somewhere with a notebook and pencil with him.
He seems completely busy with something, attention on the paper for some time and putting care into some drawings. Not all of them seem to work out and end up crumpled on the floor at his feet that he'll dispose of later.
Should anyone approach him now, they'll take note to see that what he's drawing today is what looks to be a very detailed picture of a boy no older than maybe eight years old with large, expressive eyes and a smile on his face. There's a name written in the top corner of the page; a name only him and a few other people may get the relevance to.
Rowan.
Next to him is a small pile of snacks and some drinks but they hardly even look touched at all. Who even knows when he actually ate something anyway? His attention was on something else, after all. ]
thursday
She strolls in with an empty bag from the gift shop over her shoulder, peering at Vanitas's sketch for a few seconds before saying anything. ]
...that's a very nice drawing. Is he a relative of yours?
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[ This floor is for playing around, right? While Sting doesn't feel it's appropriate and he's generally feeling shitty about what happened, that's never stopped him from trying to have fun. Some might argue that the best thing to do when you feel like crap is to laugh. Sting is one of those people.
At first he very tentatively looks at the slide. He circles around it for thirty minutes even. He looks at it longingly, he walks away, he comes back to look at it or peek over a corner, goes up to poke it, and eventually he looks around before doing a running leap into it. Head first!
Anyone on the other end of the slide may want to look out!! He's coming in fast!! After any collisions that may or may not occur, he grins stupidly and climbs up the slide to go for another round. Please don't mind his climbing if you're using the slide, surely no one could possibly get stuck or tangled together because he's being dumb!! Surely!! ]
[ Wednesday. ]
[ First option. As soon as Sting enters the gym he looks strangely disinterested in being here. He's poked his head in a lot over the past few weeks, tried a couple machines, and then left in disinterest. Today though he's planning on actually trying them in earnest. If he can psych himself up for it at any rate. He stands in the doorway like an immovable statue for a minute or so. If someone walks in as he's standing around the entrance, it's very likely he'll follow them and casually lean against whatever equipment is nearby to ask them the following question: ] This one, huh? Looks sturdy enough, but it can be hard to tell. You ever use it before?
[ Unless they're the gym guys. He doesn't need to know their routines, thanks! He is 100% willing to spar with them if they approach him, however.
Second option. After a while of being completely useless and trying to bother whoever comes in, Sting will start a warm-up! It takes him ten minutes before he starts looking anxious and abandons it.
At this point he's going to either look around to try and catch someone's eye in the gym (then approach them) or run out into the ground floor hall look for the first strong looking person he sees. Their gender doesn't matter (and he would be thrilled to do hand-to-hand with Yukino!!!), only how strong they are. Whoever he approaches and whenever he approaches them he'll say the same thing and grin in the exact same way: ] Yo! Good timing, I was looking for someone to practice with. You in?
[ Third option. Eventually he grows tired of that too and decides to be a complete and utter safety hazard. He heads over to the weights and starts piling them on top of each other in an attempt to build some kind of really stupid looking tower.
If he can figure out the logistics of it (and find enough weights), he'll try a fort too. A fort of iron. He figures Gajeel would approve (50/50 if Gajeel would actually approve). ]
[ Thursday. ]
[ Ah, the sweet, sweet icerink. His home away from home last week and the place where he puked his guts out a couple of times on the ice and generally made a nuisance of himself. May the staff forever remember the stench and curse Sting for all eternity.
More relevantly, Sting is lacing up his skates in the hopes of hopping onto the ice and leaping around like a freaking gazelle. On ice skates. On ice. Anyone nearby when he starts putting on his skates will get a cheerful grin and a thumbs up before he quite literally jumps up and books it to the rink. There's no shyness or reservedness in the way he leaps onto the ice and—more or less runs around the rink.
This is how you ice skate, apparently. By walking and running around. Hey, it could be a talent.
If he spots anyone else on the ice he's certain to yell out a greeting and compliment their form, even if they're doing absolutely shittily. ] Hey over there, you're doing great! [ A beat. ] Isn't this awesome!? [ The novelty of the rink has yet to wear off. ]
[ Wilcard. ]
[ Any other time and place is ok! Sting is an energetic guy so he doesn't mind dashing from floor to floor and poking at stuff, especially when he gets bored. ]
Thursday
[Well she's still enjoying herself]
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He set out here with an idea but now that he's here... He's at a loss. Sure, he might have learned a few things from Fie during the times he dropped by the gardening club to hang out with her. That didn't make him a gardening expert. So, it's very likely he might be needing a bit of help here. ]
It wasn't much. Rean knew it wouldn't be able to replace the funeral services Father Kevin's unfailingly done for them all this time. But at the very least, it was something. This was one way they could remember those they've lost. ]
Thursday -- Morning
He almost looks amused but it doesn't entirely reach his eyes just yet. ]
You look lost, Rean. Need some help from someone who has an idea of what they're doing with those tools?
[ Considering Conchita did spend time showing him how to do gardening in the weeks before they'd all been poisoned. ]
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[It's shaping up to be a long week for Aki.] Crud! Not again! [Whack-a-mole when she first discovered the play area, that was a great way to work out her frustrations. But the patterns repeat themselves, it gets boring. This crane game, though?] Oh my gosh. [There's no way to win! She's trying again and again - sketching in her notebook each time that she fails. There are so many uncatchable toys in here. How can the claw not grip onto a box-shaped prize? It just doesn't make any sense!] I'm going to get one of these if it kills me!
Thursday Evening
[After having dinner in the restaurant, Aki is just... yeah, she has too much energy. It's time to hang out in the figure skating rink. No jumps this time, she learned her lesson after the incident during the winter holiday season. Just skating back and forth in compulsory figures. She makes dramatic balletic gestures with her arm across her forehead when she looks at the edge of the rink; it's their gilded cage, or something like that.]