WEEK 6

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WEEK 6

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Five weeks. It's been five weeks, and twenty-seven has now dwindled down to eleven. And while only two passed this week, this trial may have been the most devastating in its own way, as threads of patience frayed and fragments of trust fractured. Nevertheless, if The Lady is to be believed, that may very well have been the final set of sacrifices that she was waiting for, so perhaps the end is in sight.

Of course, the fact that everyone is still stuck in Krakow means that it's not over yet, and who even knows what's happening over in the Twilight?

And so, some more changes are in store for this week, even if it may not be the same ones that you've gotten used to. For one thing, the fog stays put and no new areas of the city are revealed under the light of the lampposts. Secondly, The Lady is nowhere to be found in the city, with her bookstore office vacated and abandoned with nary a trace as to where she went. And third, the clock tower will no longer operate, which-- well. Actually that's not new at all, but it certainly may make it difficult to keep up with the facade of passing days. At least the moon still serves as a reminder of that, gibbous phase waxing into something fuller over the course of the week even if the color looks a bit off.

It may not be a fresh new start, but it's not time to give up yet, is it? After all, you are all Survivors.

[[Welcome to Week 6! Note that there are no new locations this week, but feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. As alluded above, The Lady will be unavailable, while Rembrandt will still be around on Monday and Tuesday before disappearing for the rest of the week.]]

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MONDAY?

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WEATHER...?

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[A light mist blankets the city, reducing visibility on the streets. The waxing half moon is shines brightly above, its face lightly tinted with some orange. Every now and then, there are faint tremors that run through the ground.
High: 45°F (7°C)
Low: 34°F (1°C)]

A LITTLE SOMETHING

[soulspice]

[A new week. What kind of horrors will it bring?

Ah, there comes one. It's the Lady with her megaphone, as usual. There seems to be some sort of steel plating on her shoulder and leg where Ango shot her, covering more than necessary on those areas, making her look like she started to convert herself into a cyborg...shoulder-first? Knowing her, it can't be just plating. Frankly those look like putting them on would be even more painful than getting shot.

Looks like other people aren't the only ones she's willing to perform modifications on. Yet she doesn't seem to care. She faces everyone, vibrating with a barely repressed excitement]

Good news, everyone! I have decided to put an end to this farce! I got bored with it.

[She lets out a brief giggle of joy]

These were fun times, but that was enough. You all can do whatever you want. I will come to get you all when it's all over, alright? So sit tight and just wait for a few days longer, and then...! [She tilts her head, laying a hand on her face] ...if you all behave I will let you go home. So be good, darlings, be good!

Ahahahaha-HA!

[If it's making her happy, it can't be good, that's for sure. Doom is coming. With that demented grin that has been coming more and more often nowadays, she leaves]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Well, good that it's coming to an end, but.... Mikami grits his teeth. ]

I cannot wait until she's deleted from this world once and for all.

[bawcock]

[ That sure is a whole bag of crazy the Lady's working with, huh? He can't even bring himself to be surprised anymore, not after what she let slip during the trial. ]

There she goes... Here's hoping whatever she has in store for us is better than her plans for Dist.

Cw: ghost stories, body horror, all that jazz

[tokihanate]

[ If anyone comes near the autoshop, they'll hear the intercom speakers go on and a voice start to drone through some static with spooky ghost stories. Many of them having to do with Krakow itself. One's about vampire graves and how their bodies would be placed in a fetal position with their heads between their legs and pegs and such pined in their bodies and how there were female bodies in this state found under the Main Square. Another is about a lady that haunts city hall, one beheaded as punishment by her father for having an affair. And the voice seems more mildly amused as it talks about Wawel Hill supposedly having spiritual energies and how a man called Appollonius of Tyana had discovered this hill with positive chakra radiation. There's other tales too, like a demonic posession from Wroclaw, and in Czermna there's the Skull Chapel (and the voice is particularly disgusted by this though maybe not for the actual thing) which is quite literal and is a chapel surrounded in skulls and bones and how "Exsurge a mortuis" is inscribed on a crucifix, one about a black limo that roamed Warsaw that would lure passersbys and children and inside there was a blood transfusion station, and etc. There is usually some page turning during this.

This voice will also take a lot of breaks. And sometimes it'll do Japanese ghost stories instead, more on the improv, and provide some sound effects like scratching nails on something and a raspy breathing sound and etc. In between these stories though there's sometimes a random word insert like "walkie-talkie" and "Iago".

The voice will probably stop if you stop and talk to it, but will resume as soon as you are gone. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He's in here to more or less try to puzzle stuff out so this is fine.

He does catches the random word inserts here and there, but isn't going to try to talk. Just listening. ]

let's use a walkie talkie.

[deadlygoals]

[ Okay okay, he's heard enough stories that he can probably repeat them to Rean. Let's try using the walkie talkie. ]

Breaker one nine. Do you copy?

[psychophant]

[Iago didn't exactly plan to go to the autoshop. That's where Dist died and where he left Dist that night and overall it's just full of terrible associations right now. But Iago has never made a good decision in his life and he ends up here anyway.

...And then he decides that this is the most goth shit he's ever heard and he's here for it, so he pulls up a chair and listens. He doesn't plan on staying for long, but he's there long enough to catch those random words and he starts a bit at hearing his own name.]

Well, I suppose there's no harm in asking if you can hear me. I'm here, and I'm listening.

[reanbeans]

...this was a bit much, I think.

[ He also had a walkie talkie and all that but yeah. He'd recognize Hyobu's voice from anywhere. ]

Inves...tigation.....?

[inordertobelieve]

[ Okay, Mikami has had enough. This whole place is a complete mess and a mockery of places. The Lady is right, it is a farce and so is she. It's time to investigate and take that to a new level. We've all been too kind this far.

Mikami can be found in the hotel for the majority of the day. He's taking the place apart - methodically, not on a rampage. Every piece of furniture is getting moved, every pillow-case is being opened, every lightbulb is getting unscrewed. He really is systematically working his way through the lower floor and not leaving anything untouched. For this, he's wearing a simple dress shirt and simple pants as well as gloves. He suspects this is going to get physically exhausting, with all the furniture-moving and whatnot, so no use wearing a full suit.

Feel free to watch, mock, help, whatever you want to be doing.

Come evening, the hotel doesn't look disorderly, actually! Everything is just definitely moved a bit from where it was. Sorry. ]

[drydrown]

[...How is it that every time Cumore sees Mikami, he's managed to get even weirder.

That said, he's fine with just sort of observing this for a while, because he isn't sure what went wrong in Teru Mikami's head today but it's making for an interesting time, if nothing else. Eventually, though...]

...Morbid curiosity compels me to ask. What are you doing.

[umbralant]

[Someone is on the warpath. Mikami comes forth, to wreck everything like...a very orderly wrecking ball, seeing how he leaves everything more or less in place afterwards.

During his search, he'll come across something. Some of the magazines seem to be a little out of place, like someone once took them out and didn't bother to put them back correctly. Hum!]

McHaunting

[twoasone]

[ Whelp. The end is probably nigh. Maybe you want to sit down and have some McDonald's before you get to working on whatever.

But if you go inside, you'll find the POS system printing out receipts on its own. Really weird receipts that have messages instead of a list of purchased food.

One receipt says: ] THIS IS TWILIGHT. WE'VE DONE A LOT OF EXPLORING ON THIS SIDE AND WANT TO SHARE OUR FINDINGS WITH YOU.

[ And another prints out before anyone has a chance to take the first. ] I CAN HELP YOU HERE, BUT WE CAN TALK TO YOU DIRECTLY THROUGH THE DRIVE THROUGH. PICK WHICHEVER IS MORE CONVENIENT.

[ Hm. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ He's here to give Iago space. A loooooot of space. Just going to read the receipts before heading to the drive through. ]

Hello Twilight~ I would like to place an order. Do you guys feel the slight tremors, too?

[drydrown]

[...Okay, so we're all going to die and Cumore is having a lot of restless energy going on; this place was one of the first to get power back, wasn't it? So maybe there's something in the weird future tavern worth looking...at...

Oh good. It's ghosts. Of course it's ghosts. Why, at this point in time, would it not be ghosts.]

I hope whatever findings you have are decent. The Lady is coming rather unhinged on this side.

investigation x2??? these are probably short!!

[psychophant]

[It's Monday, which means that it's time for Iago to get his shit together. He's spent the majority of the weekend holed up in either Dist's room or Cumore's, with only a few outings to talk to people. Today he's dressed in all black, including black lipstick and nail polish, because either he's in mourning or he's embracing the goth aesthetic completely. Take your pick. He's still wearing the suit, however, and the cape isn't on today.

After seeing that the fog hasn't moved any, he heads to the boutique. He'll be in here for awhile picking through the clothes looking for... something. What exactly is it he's in here for?? Good question.

Up next is the bookstore... Hmm. He came in here to get a few books for today's project but the Lady isn't in... So he's going to see if he can investigate her office. Is the door locked?

Later on, it's time for SCIENCE. What's that you say, Iago's from a totally backwards world and doesn't know how to science? You're damn right, but he's got entirely too many books and a can-do attitude and he is going to learn how to science if it kills him. He's holed up in the lab currently investigating that sludge Ulquiorra left. He will figure out how to use a microscope if he has to in order to get something out of this!! But for now, he's just sort of looking through all of them looking for any that look off or different - what exactly do these look like anyway?]

Investigations!

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[They're bound to be short, yup, so here we will put the results in the same response.

The office is vacant! So the door isn't locked. Come in!

The portrait that used to hang from the wall is gone, and the desk drawers are completely empty. The failed generator is still around, but it's in pieces now, and what's standing was very clearly looted. Looks like the office has been carefully cleaned of anything that could have been of use.

The Lady knows very well how to cover her tracks, Iago. Boy does she ever!

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Time to investigate the Ulquiorra soup. Using a microscope is a smart idea! And soon he should be able to see something. There's currency here!

...no, Ulquiorra didn't have zloty milkshakes, that'd be silly. The currency that's seen here are those strange, black things people have been using to acquire things at the shop. There are very small particles identical to those.

That sure is something, huh]

McHaunting! & make it McDouble

[p_q]

[If anyone happens to heed the overenthusiastic receipt printer, or even is just passing in the vicinity of the McDonald's drive-thru, they'll probably hear some crackling and then a distinctly patterned tapping sound. Is it the sound of someone tapping their foot impatiently? Who knows.

Well:]

That certainly took long enough.

Perhaps we should have left someone else in charge of the front.

quick in(spa)gation??

[reanbeans]

[ So the Lady was on fire with her ridiculous attitude as usual, but it seemed to herald the end of this whole mess.

That being said, Rean had found a key Oli had pointed out to him. So, together with Dazai, he went to see first if it really did unlock the spa. Maybe there was something to investigate there as well, which was implied, but they'll see whether or not that's true. ]

Investigation

[drydrown]

[Well! We're all going to die and that's fucking great.

That said, he's gotten some information from Shin and he's more than willing to pass out receipts to anyone that wants one, should you run into him; he's claimed the first one for himself, however, and his first stop is that red mailbox for the sake of investigation - is retrieving the key going to be as easy as it sounds, is the box full of snakes, what is he looking at.

That said, if you want a task and don't run into him out in the wild or in his natural goddamn habitat of the botanical garden later, he'll be near the entrance to clergy housing, shoving slips of paper at anyone who happens to be in his immediate vicinity.]

Go be useful.

Investigation!

[baitless]

[Well, with his plot mandatory quest accepted, Seteth will be around the city noting down the condition of each lamppost! Depending on the amount of lampposts, this may eat up the majority of his day, but eh. Does he really have anything better to do, aside from hitting up the various kitchens every so often for food? Probably not!

Obviously you can stop him for conversation if you want, but he’s fairly focused on the task at hand.]

[deadlygoals]

[ In the morning before the haunting, Dazai can be found in the auto shop again. Today he's in a button up red shirt from the boutique. He has the sleeves rolled up as he opens cars again to do inventory of what they do have, before turning his attention to the old thunder bird. ]

Maybe I should just hot wire it?

[ Later, after spoop town, he will be found in the milk bar. He seems to be digging around behind the counter for something. ]

Too big. Too small... Ah! Found them.

[ Pulling out some take-out containers for soup. Seems like he's grabbing food to-go. ]

[ Sometime closer to the evening, he can be found in the boutique. Just going through clothes on the racks and pulling out anything dressy that might fit him. Pausing at the ties to pick them up to try to match them. ]

Hotel investigation

[pr159]

[ Rideaux had gotten used to all these Twilight communications happening on Wednesdays, so it's a pleasant surprise to get all this new information already, and he gladly jumps on the hotel infiltration task -- he'd already been planning on it, once he'd come up with a decent plan for avoiding the traps, but if he can skip that step now, all the better.

Arriving outside the building, he tucks the slip of paper with the given task into his pocket and looks up at the windows. Third floor, hm? He should be able to make use of his power to get up there in one way or another, but... let's see. ]

mini-investigation!

[bawcock]

[ With the Lady more or less giving them run of the place, it's as good a time as any to nab that computer! He's... almost definitely going to need a helping hand with this. Carrying a computer and opening doors solo might not be the easiest job, but fortunately Raven offered to come with him.

Sometime during the day, the two of them meet up at the museum and Erik gestures toward one of the exhibition halls. ] I'm pretty sure I saw it over this way. Let's head in, nab the thing, and slip out before anyone spots us.