WEEK THREE - MINGLE

[mayoiga]

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WEEK THREE - MINGLE

SURVIVORS: 12

Last week might've been the worst week some of you have ever had. From the hallucinations to losing five of your number yet again, things are looking rather bleak -- and yet, perhaps optimistic, given that you're so close to ending the game. Is it worth sacrificing one more person to end it, though? ... Only one way to find out.

You have time until then, though, to regroup and recollect yourself if you choose to. From Monday morning, after the rain that fell on Sunday, the weather, continues to be more overcast and stormy throughout the week - gray clouds swirl around the sky ominously, and the pleasantly balmy weather that you've come to expect gives way to passing showers with ominous thunder. Perhaps it's not a good time to go for a swim in the pool, but no one's stopping you if that's what you decide on doing. Your locations, likewise, have changed.

The end is almost here. There are only slightly over half your number still remaining. Do your best to survive.

PHOTOGRAPHS | THE MANAGER | BULLETIN BOARD
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
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OOC: Welcome to your Week 3 log! There are a couple of new locations you should check out, and any other changes or small events will be marked out in the top-levels below. Murder proposals for this week are due by 12PM EST Monday, don't forget that this is the last week you have to do a murder! We will also be running a mini-exploration event this week - please see the link for more details!

Don't forget that Activity Check is due by Tuesday at 6PM EST!

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Comments

[egeiro]

HOTEL GENERAL

[ there's an unimportant rule about damaging hotel property blah blah, but it doesn't count when there's already blood on the walls from someone or something else, right?

lucas spends a good portion of the day, going around and using that same bloody(?), still-wet(?) paint to draw sealing sigils all over the hotel. it's been a hot minute (a couple centuries) since he's had to draw them by hand, and there's something nostalgic about the process. it does, however, take time. the array itself is complicated - and for all he knows, completely useless at the moment without any mana backing it up.

but he still has his knowledge of magical theories, his understanding of the inherent power nature has, and... he has arthur's mana crystal. while it wasn't strong enough to bypass whatever hold this place had on arthur's magical power, there was still some - there had to have been enough there to keep him alive. the same way some of lucas' powers must linger if he's in this young form. that's what he hopes at least.

only time will tell if this does anything good for them. ]

READING ROOM

[ this room again.

he's not sure why he's back here, in the same chair he slept in that night, staring at the same spot.

(the person he was watching is gone now. good. she shouldn't be here anyway. she can't. )

he'd read something long ago about spirits haunting the places of their passing - and at the time, he'd thought how stupid. why linger after death? now he wonders. maybe there's something wrong with him. maybe his heart has begun to thaw because his magic is missing. that must be the answer, the only explanation for these wretched feelings that won't disappear. ]

WILDCARD:

[ anything goes! on sunday, he does stop by the new rooms for the sake of... whatever excuse he has at the time. ]

sealing sigils

[downtowndance]

[ Snack bag in one hand, Tylor finds himself distracted by the trail of strange symbols until he finds Lucas in the act.

Crunch, crunch, he keeps eating without looking away from the freshest bloody(?) paint. ]

Hey, what're all these?

[egeiro]

[ is that food? he holds out his hand. give.

wait - his fingers are bloody... nevermind..................... ]

Ah, you're seen the others? Good, they're still there then. [ he half-thought the manager would have had her staff clean them up already. ] They're basically one long magical formula.

If I do them all right - [ and he will ] - and if circumstances align - [ uh, that's a big maybe ] - then they'll help us out later.

[downtowndance]

Say "ah".

[ Tylor smiles and throws a chip, aiming for the artist's mouth without any additional warning. Good luck. But if that misses, he'll hold one for him to bite at if he wants anyway.

Either way, he's genuinely curious about all things magic still. ]

How do they work?

[egeiro]

[ he bites - because he's always hungry for mana. since he can't have mana, food is the next best thing. ]

Your aim's not bad. [ some version of thanks. ]

Well... this here - [ he points. ] - is what I'm asking it to seal against. It's the symbol for malevolence. It's kind of vague, but in this case, whatever or whoever wants to do us harm will fall into that category. So... hm... it's like a mouse trap.

[ he's trying. ]

And the mouse is her. Or maybe it. Dunno.

[downtowndance]

Thanks.

[ Tylor smiles, tossing a couple more his way in between eating his own. It's only a little harder than throwing darts. ]

Huh, so she'd have to mean us harm while she's in the trap?

[egeiro]

[ he appreciates this game of snack basketball, even as his mouth says the most morbid stuff. ]

Yes. If, however... if she means to keep us alive, to preserve us in the most healthy state, so she can take over a warm body, then that's where it gets... iffy.

[ is that a pun because it's not intended. ]

[downtowndance]

[ Snack basketball champions. Lucas is just lucky that Tylor is a good shot and showed up with a decently sized bag. ]

Oh, I see. [ Crunch, crunch. ] But what if she actually thinks she's not harming us?

[egeiro]

[ he's made of 60% more petulance when he isn't fed, so he really is more lucky in that sense. it's kind of strange how many people here humor him. ]

Dunno if that's possible with someone this malevolent. She's all alone here - you notice she doesn't talk to anyone but us? She doesn't have anyone. If she could convince herself that she's not harming anyone doing this, she'd be able to convince others, too.

hotel general;

[catastrophecatalyst]

[ Those sure are some sealing sigils he's seeing! Obviously given the difference in worlds they are not familiar in appearance but he thinks he can take a fair guess in his head he's trying to use something useful against this place. ]

Look at you here...trying to help out in your own way, huh?

[egeiro]

Not sure this will be as effective as what you were trying to do before. This requires significantly more mana to power.

[ that he obvious doesn't have atm. ]