WEEK 4

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WEEK 4

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Last week could probably only be summed up as a mess. Three people died, one was turned to currency and the hotel pool remains in a general state of unusability unless swimming in pulpy mush is someone’s idea of a good time. And that’s not even counting the haunted morse code T-Rex. At least the greenhouse is as relaxing as ever, even if someone seems to have made off with a number of succulents and cacti.

But with the new week comes a new set of locations to explore as the fog retreats to reveal another portion of the city. The half moon wanes to a new moon this week, leaving streets even dimmer this week -- hopefully you have some other portable sources of light available if you plan on straying too far beyond the reach of the lampposts in the new areas.

[[Welcome to Week 4! Note that new areas have been added, and can be found under the Week 4 tab on our Locations page. Once again, feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. You can also privately contact The Lady or Rembrandt.]]

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Party

[deadlygoals]

[ Everyone will be greeted by the creeping fig tree. There’s a sign attached to it that reads “Welcome! Help yourself with the food.” The bar counter top is full of food and drink area. There’s chazuka (missing seaweed), rice, chicken katsu (with bread crumbs), tempura, and potato croquettes. The drinks consist of the sealed bottle kind raided from vending machines, as well as a bottle of vodka in case anyone wanted to mix it up.

All the tables in the room have a set of candles of various heights in the middle of them to help with lighting. Twister is set up in a corner, with cards and other board games from the Hotel. There’s also a notebook with pens and another sign instructing people to write about what they know of those who have passed and little factoids about themselves. There’s even example questions asking for people to share where they are from and if they have any spouses or family members.

Dazai can be found perched on a stool, by the bar. He’ll lift his hands up in greeting. ]

Hello~ Are you ready?

First Game: Hot or Not

[deadlygoals]

[ After everyone gets settled, or starts to poke around, Dazai will tap on a glass at the bar. ]

To get us all started, I thought it would be fun to play a game. It's called Hot or Not! Each person will stand up here and everyone will tell them if the find them hot or not. Sounds pretty easy, right?

[inordertobelieve]

[ He's been dragged over here, because he's been too confused to say no in the moment, still slightly overwhelmed with the situation, but..... ]

.... you can't be serious.

[promittere]

[He has absolutely no idea what he's getting into. He feels that deep in his bones, but he's been nursing a drink and...fuck it. He can feel Gladio telling him to live a little.]

It sounds almost too easy.

[galrarm]

[ Everything has sucked!! But you know what, let's do this. He lets out a chuckle. ]

I haven't done this for years. Really brings back memories.

[ this is why keith calls you old-timer, shiro, god ]

[raventhaw]

No.

[pr159]

[ Well, at least this is happening after he got all his hair care products and everything!! Also he's not wearing a feather boa tonight, in case that impacts anyone's rating one way or the other. ]

Might as well, I suppose.

[ What's good for the goose is good for the gander, or however it goes... though tbh he's just going to mentally discount the "no" votes as "lmao too bad they're so jealous." ]

[notbymyside]

[Really Dazai? REALLY?]

Before anyone starts saying anything about me, I'm already aware of my shortcomings and any low ratings will not hurt my feelings.

[He's as flat as ever.]

[baitless]

...Very few of us are teenagers, you know.

[HE IS TRYING VERY HARD TO WALLFLOWER AWAY FROM THIS]

[p_q]

[jiiiiiiii wallflowerin' like a boss, no one knows why he's here or how other than that he probably appeared spontaneously at some point out of the wall like he does in meetings (or so it appears); maybe someone cajoled in the right way or he happened to be passing by or a horse happened or whatever!!

He ain't joining in on the rating festivities but you get the feeling his personal scale might not be for people at all?]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Can you feel nostalgic for awful memories? Mikami isn't sure why he's here, recreating experiences he's not thought about with anything but contempt for years and years. He's wearing a suit from the boutique by now and keeping himself in the corner of the bar, watching the scene skeptically.

The last time he's been to a party he'd been 20 and filled with some uncertain sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, there were people for him out there. Having escapes the confines of high school and an unloving relative's home, Mikami had felt a sense of freedom for the first time since he was 13. In college, he told himself, people would surely be reasonable. His awkward attempt at reconnecting with human society had been as stumbling as it had been earnest. A fool's hope, killed within a few weeks and buried six feet under within a few months. People did not care for Mikami's opinion. People did certainly not care for his help at reformation. Mikami was a stick-in-the-mud, he was boring.... His stomach had turned up in knots. The adult world wasn't like the world of children, no. It made people even worse.

So then, why is he here now? It's certainly not hope this time. The people he's stuck with here are a band of criminal misfits who are beneath him on every level. He's just keeping up with them and their shenanigans out of caution - and because the silence in his room tastes the same as the silence of his jail cell by now.

Unless dragged into games, he'll spend the whole night being wallflower and sipping unenthusiastically on a single drink. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He is getting dragged into party. ]

Hey, stand over here for a moment.

[reanbeans]

[ Welcome to the party, Mikami.

Rean felt a little nostalgic himself. Though, he wondered if it was for all of the right reasons. Probably not. ]

I didn't know you were a fan of parties.

[ Or was he just in here because he had planned to already visit...? ]

[reanbeans]

[ Rean walked right into the place himself, looking around at the collection of food, and took some himself, but avoided the vodka.

If anyone wanted to come join him, he'll pass a friendly smile as he was getting his bearings, trying to decide on where to sit. ]

Did you want to join me for a little while?

[ Later on, he's approached the bar stools to speak to Dazai and shook his head. ]

...I don't know if I'm ever ready, so I think I'll go with 'maybe', for now.

[deadlygoals]

[ His expression softens as he sees Rean for a moment. ]

No one ever is. That's part of what makes life interesting.

[ Grabbing a bowl of Chazuke to place on the counter next to him. ]

Eat up. Let me know what you think.

[drydrown]

...I was wondering if you would be here.

[He's not quite moving to join Rean wherever he decides to settle down; he seems a little abrupt, perhaps. Not aggressive, just like he's not sure what he's doing here but dammit he's here anyway.]

I have something for you, assuming you want it.

wildcards wildly in because I can

[p_q]

[If Rean happens to peruse the notebook of strangely personal not-so-personal factoids, he'll find Ulquiorra hovering in the vicinity; there's nothing quite like the smell of free information, after all, especially when the rest of the party isn't particularly inspiring (nor the concept itself, really).

So here's Wonderwall, staring holes through the pages like he's here to just memorize everything, flatly and without reserve -- he probably is -- and in the meantime anyone coming up including present company is barely getting the time of day.]

This seems even more pointless than the rest of the gatherings. Save for the one where Rembrandt Meijer attended.

[He didn't even bother to walk into that meeting in the first place.]

[pr159]

[ In contrast to Mikami, Rideaux is always down for a party as long as there's alcohol involved... though honestly, his own memories of some of the post-mission parties the agents used to have together when they were younger are all tinged with some bitterness now too. There's a distinct line in those memories between when Julius was there and when he wasn't, and he hates both sides of that dividing line for different reasons.

But Julius isn't here either, so fuck thinking about him.

That aside, he's here in a new black pinstripe suit with a dress shirt in a slightly darker shade of lime green than his usual, with his hair looking absolutely terrific. And he is calmly but forcefully making his way to those potato croquettes to make sure he gets a few on his plate before anyone else can get to them and take them all.

He's also going to be peering over the shoulder of anyone writing down personal facts, hoping to come across at least something juicy. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Dear Aidios, Rideaux sure was going to town on those potato croquettes!

Well, Rean had helped with making those, so he was happy to see someone so excited about them. ]

Haha, you must really like those, don't you?

[ Rean had just finished writing some thing about Olivert too, but also he wrote a little about his hometown he came from. If Rideaux took a glance at that, he'd notice it said that it was a place called 'Ymir' and it was in a snowy and mountainous region. ]

?

[umbralant]

[ Whenever Rideaux leaves the party and heads back to clergy housing (or wherever his destination is), he'll get the distinct feeling he's being watched. Unpleasant, but even more so when there's no one behind him, at least until he looks down at the ground.

Following him in a not so discrete matter is a very small shadow blob with blue eyes. ]

[ortion]

[Dist is here...but for all of his projected charisma, he is actually a pretty big wallflower when it comes to parties. Why? Well...he's a fucking nerd, do you think he was ever invited to them in his younger years? Better yet, do you think he had the time to attend one in his younger years?

The answer is no, to all of the above.

So despite the fact that he has dressed his best in new clothes from the boutique, has his makeup and hair done perfectly, and has his party food at the ready, he...kind of meanders at one of the tables. He did bring his mini Kaiser Dist RX as a potential discussion piece, at least. But no, it is not for use in a game of Hot Potato this time!!!

At some point during the party, he can be found writing in the journal. Considering it's public information, it's nothing too crazy. He just writes a bit about his world, Auldrant, and the magical aspect of its technology as well as his robots. He can be asked about it too!]

[psychophant]

[The party is... cute? Sure, we'll go with cute. Iago didn't really have anywhere else to be so why not, here he is. He's ditched the opera costumes and his usual outfit for an actual suit today, but naturally he's wearing all black with a purple tie. He's also gotten his hands on that really high-quality makeup in the boutique, so he's finally back to his usual standards of beauty. The mask and circlet in the back are of course on, but at least he's not wearing the cape today.

He's content to make himself at home with chess, so feel free to join him for that if you missed it at the afterparty (or just want to play again). As always, he'll be absolutely merciless in these handwaved games, but he's in a pretty good mood so he might even be willing to teach if you're interested in learning how to play.

Eventually he'll check out the notebook, looking for anything particularly interesting anyone's written down, and purposefully avoiding any and all mentions of a certain idiot who got himself killed by lizards last week. The rest of this is interesting, but he's certainly not adding any of his own information.

If you want the notebook he'll hand it over without a fuss. Even if you just approach for any reason, he'll speak up.]

Tell me about the world you come from. I'm very curious to hear about it.

[drydrown]

[Cumore is...well, he certainly is here, anyway. Not wallflowering because he really isn't the type, but once in a while he'll subdue himself enough to be approached if anyone really wants to do so. He's dressed in one of the opera outfits again - he likes the colors and the brocade and the...everything, really, it's closer to what the nobility tend to wear where he's from anyway - and his hair and makeup are done up; while generally he's just sort of flitting around (and apparently telling people like Teru Mikami that he'd gladly sleep with them, I am so sorry Mikami) he'll settle in a few places throughout the night.

He tends to gravitate towards the piano, not to play anything but because that's just naturally where he tends to end up when he's here; it's comfortable for him in terms of positioning and it's a decent place to watch the others from.

He'll also be spending some time with that notebook, actually; he doesn't feel like handing out a lot of personal information, but he is writing a bit in there anyway - about Zaphias and the Sword Stair above the city, about the capes and the ruins and the sacred tree at Halure. There's a lot, but he's trying to be concise at least; maybe he misses it a bit, maybe he's got his own reasons, who knows.

Either way, he won't be eating or drinking anything here, because he rarely does at these things, but it's decent enough to socialize for a while.]

Tarot 'readings'

[notbymyside]

[A certain someone has taken a spot at one of the tables. He also snagged a deck of tarot cards from the tarot shop, and he is shuffling them in his hands as he speaks.]

Care to get your fortune read? I can answer specific questions or give you general guidance for your future.

[Fair warning: Ango knows absolutely nothing about Tarot and will 100% be making up his 'readings' based on the images on the cards.]

[baitless]

[...you know, Seteth really isn’t much of a party animal, so he feels a bit out of place here... but he shows up anyway for the food and conversation. It can’t hurt, right? He does spend quite a bit of time dithering at the notebook before deciding fuck it, he may as well go ham talking about his family. You have a bit more information about Lysithea, of course, though nothing too personal... but you are probably also going to be a Ph.D in Flayn if you decide to read all proud paternal gushing he’s doing. Maybe there’s a bit about Rhea, Indech, and Macuil there too, but it’s mostly Flayn and his departed wife.....................

Anyway, he might wallflower and eat some food if he ever actually finishes that. It’s possible he does. Possible.]