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[It's been about 24 hours since CT was killed. Blaze has made no other moves, and his robots are mysteriously absent.

In fact, it's almost too quiet.

But then there's a note in Pyrrha's PIP that...she didn't write.]
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[ On Sunday night, all of the remaining survivors-- as well as Price and Blazely, should they choose to show-- will find an invitation under their doors. She won't force them, but it appears Fukawa has planned her first get together. She was anxious about it, because she'd never hosted... anything before. The idea of people not coming actually scared her. But she couldn't give up. She owed it to Leon. So there it is. The note reads as follows. ]
 
Monday, 12:00 P.M.
Mess Hall

I know I thought it was stupid when we first started meeting like this after trials. But it was an important act of solidarity I think. After this past week, it's more important than ever that we all come together. We've all lost people we cared about at this point and that's why that can't be allowed to happen again. It would be an insult to the person who's responsible for all of us standing her right now.

Things that hurt us have happened time and time again. But we always get back up. I believe that this group can put a stop to the killing.

If Hope's Peak taught me anything it's that no matter how bad it gets or how bleak the future looks, you should never lose hope.

I won't make anyone come but I hope you all do.

- Touko Fukawa -

[ She worked hard to set up food for everyone-- soup, pasta, sandwiches-- simple things but, enough for everyone to eat. Once there, she'll encourage them to share stories they haven't-- adventures they've had, people they're fighting for, things they still want to do... She wants to see them all strengthen themselves for the days to come. If they can then maybe... maybe this can be where they really end the killing.]

Week 6

Sep. 17th, 2017 02:50 pm
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[Six weeks later, and fifteen people are dead. All of you have lost someone important, from friends to family to lovers. Yet there is still hope. Most of you banded together to protect your own yesterday, and with an entirely unexpected act of mercy from Blaze Dudely, it seems like the winds may finally be starting to blow in your favor. It even feels a bit warmer in the penitentiary this week, though tension still hangs heavy in the air.

On Sunday morning, the last of your memories will return to you. There is nothing for you now but - maybe, somehow - to find a way out of here.]



Sunday | Monday | Tuesday


(( Welcome to endgame, everyone! As you can see, this week will ICly be shorter, with endgame beginning for your characters on Wednesday, but rest assured, the final investigation/trial will still be on Friday and Saturday as usual. Keep an eye out for an OOC endgame post on Tuesday.

There will be no official AC this week, just a check-in, and all characters will now be at their true canon points. Also, Monday is your last chance for regains! Get those benefactor threads in! ))
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[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.

The two lines of sentry robots are there again, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium. The lights on Oda, Akande and Leon's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the six from last week.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. His expression is still hard to read but his arms are folded across his chest and if you squint close enough there's a somberness about him that hasn't been at other trials.]


Ya'll know how this goes by now. [He's in no mood for pageantry this time.] Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
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[Another week with group therapy instead of an incentive from Blaze, and it's Friday again.

Nothing seems immediately amiss when you wake up.]
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[The invitations were sent out around mid-afternoon, each one individually addressed on the fanciest paper Varric could dig up in the arts and crafts room. The handwriting on it is crisp and legible, written by the type of hand who spent most of his life writing for others to read.]

We don't know what tomorrow will bring, so celebrate every moment you have with those you care about. Do so by joining me for a banquet at 7 p.m. Food will be provided, but budding chefs are welcome to bring their own dishes.

-Varric


[Everyone receives an invitation, most of which are taped onto their respective doors. Two go beneath Price's door -- one during Blaze's hours, the other during the doctor's own.

When seven comes along, the smell of food wafting from the mess hall would serve as a secondary invitation, for those who might have missed the first. Some of the tables have been moved along a wall, enough to house a decently sized feast and to accommodate the aforementioned extra dishes. The food ranged from roasted something-or-other (Varric didn't ask questions, simply cooked and seasoned it like poultry), his trademark stew, salad and veggie trays, and even some fresh baked bread.

The rest of the tables had been moved to form a long table, enough to fit the remaining inmates and their superiors. Each person has an assigned seat, though you're more than welcome to get up and mill about with one another.Though the trays were stacked near the food, glasses were laid out and filled with the closest substance Varric could find to a good toasting wine.

Hope you like Spape Juice.

Most notable is the backdrop to the table. The names of those they'd lost along the way had been reprinted and hung with care. Everyone was invited, after all.]

Week 5

Sep. 10th, 2017 01:20 pm
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[Five weeks in, and suddenly your numbers have been reduced by a lot. All evidence of Oda's methodical slaughter has been wiped away by the robots, but getting rid of the memories isn't going to be so easy. Not to mention the emotional scars.

Again on Sunday morning, you'll find yourselves with some new memories and some new items. Today, however, there are no new rooms.]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday



(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 4, submit your memory regains, and put in your Benefactor threads! ))
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[This has got to be the worst day Leon's ever had. Besides dying the first time.]

[A little while after the trial is over, Leon going around sliding notes under everyone's door:]


Dear everyone,

Sorry my roommate went and killed 5 people like that. I really should have known he would try that (he is in the mafia, right?) but then again if his kids were still alive he wouldn't have been affected by that awful motive.

You know what, let's just try to survive without killing everyone. Ok? Too much to ask?

Max is making waffles in the kitchen if anyone's hungry.

- Leon.

P.S. Oda wrote a bunch of letters after the last trial and he asked me to give them to you. It's probably a good idea to at least look at it once before you tear it to shreds.


[The individual letters from Oda are attached to the invite. If your name is Will, you're also getting letters addressed to Dazai and Ango.]

[True to the letter, Max is making waffles in the kitchen. Apparently, waffles are the best way to cope after the mess of a trial we just had. Meanwhile, Leon has grabbed a pen and paper from the storage closet and... Seems to be writing something down. He doesn't look too hot himself...]

[Links to the letters: Akande, Fukawa, Will, Mozu, Rick, Varric, Pryyha, Noctis, CT, Soma. Leon already gave Max her letter.]

third trial

Sep. 9th, 2017 11:36 am
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[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.

The two lines of sentry robots are there again, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium. The lights on Alec, John, Cheryl, Apollo, Mako and Rideaux's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the three from last week.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]


Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Balladeer, the Champion Investi- [He stops to clear his throat.] The Champ- [He stops again to cough, once then twice.] The- [More coughing now, harder and hoarser. When he finally stops he wipes something dark and thick from the corner of his mouth.] Fuck it, the five dead ones. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
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[The incentive this week was a pretty intense one. But spirits seemed high at yesterday's party - even Blaze Dudely participated, albeit in a weird, oblique and pretty Mozu-centric way. Maybe this Friday will be different from the last two?

Everything seems quiet, at least.]
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[Early on Thursday, everyone (not including Blaze, but including Price) receives a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]

COSTUME PARTY + STORYTELLING
Today in the mess hall, 5:00 PM-whenever everyone gets tired
Please join us for costume judging and the chance to win a prize.
Refreshments will be provided.


[At the appointed time in the mess hall, there are some refreshments made by Noctis, Cheryl, and Oda - Oda's share includes curry, naturally, but also sandwiches and other light fare, and some chocolate chip cookies that have come out lumpy but edible. He's also put up some orange and black streamers in an attempt at party decorating.

One of the tables has a bunch of benefactor regains on it - that's definitely the prizes. Win a brand new car! Or a heckton of chocolate!

Storytelling will be later in the evening. Win prizes for that too, it's not like Oda can use most of his stuff. And maybe it'll keep people's minds off tomorrow, for a little while.]

week 4

Sep. 3rd, 2017 12:31 pm
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[Four weeks in the Starfield Penitentiary and seven people have lost their lives to Blaze Dudely's cruel game. At some point the robots cleaned up the mess left behind and by Sunday the involved rooms (including the fridge) are all clean and free of blood. In fact there's no sign left of any of the deaths that have happened on the ship so far by at least the next day. The only physical signs that people are gone are the empty beds.

On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, in the space between the infirmary and the exercise yard. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]




Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 3, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))
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[Well, that certainly was a trial. John is definitely not happy that someone just got executed for killing a vampire-he'd have done the same thing if he caught her. Not to mention there's not much food left in the kitchen either. Still, he's grabbed whatever cake is leftover from the fridge, and left a note by the dining hall door asking people to bring what they have.

He himself is sitting at one of the desks, reading slowly through his copy of The Long-Lost Friend and singing softly under his breath. There's a pile of paper sitting by him, each with charms written on them, and he's apparently flipping through the book looking for more to copy down.]

Way up on Hark Mountain
I climb all alone,
Where the trail is untravelled
The top is unknown.
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[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the repaired docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.

The two lines of sentry robots are there again, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium. The lights on Diego, Kiss-Shot and Erika's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the four from last week.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]


Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence ya found, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Detective and... [He pauses, running through Kiss-Shot's excessively long title in his head.] The vampire one. Founders, I regret giving her that title. If ya find them, they’ll be dealt with. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
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[This week should have been quiet enough. There was no motive, after all, and all anybody had to do was go to their group therapy session. But the dwindling food supplies have left things tense, and the screaming robotic animals haven't helped much either, have they?

There's no blood outside the cells today. But there is a strong and rather unpleasant smell lingering in the air...]
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[During Tuesday's dinner - and one-on-one when Oda tracks down anyone who wasn't in the mess hall then - Oda has an announcement.]

Since alcohol is especially hazardous on an empty stomach and more tempting to drink when you're thirsty, I'd appreciate it if people helped me responsibly consume what we have left during a game of Never Have I Ever in an hour, here in the mess hall. Teenagers will be allowed to participate.

[...and, no matter what arguments people make against this, an hour later Oda will be out with the remaining stores of alcohol (that were in the kitchen and not Rick's room) set out on the table, along with a bunch of glasses.]

The way this works is that the first person says something that they have never done, and everyone who has done that has to take a drink. Then it goes around the circle.

[This is safer - it's easy to keep an eye on the people in the room, easier than keeping an eye on everyone in the ship.

And if anyone looks like they might be close to falling asleep in the mess hall, Oda will be escorting them to their room. Carrying them, if necessary.]

Week 3

Aug. 27th, 2017 11:26 am
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[Four people dead now - six, if you include the crew. Things have been a little rough on the Starfield Penitentiary this week. Blaze Dudely doesn't make a public reappearance during the weekend, so you've got a few days to yourselves to recover, though he's probably still sticking to his office hours if you really feel like going to see him. On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, by that empty space where you'd been having your fight club. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]




Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 2, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))
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[That didn't work out so well, did it?

Two more people dead. Two more drawings join Scraggly, Fourtinbras, Shirou, and Alexander on the shrine, although it seems like Diego's might have been scribbled a little more haphazardly than the others. Not that it really matters; Cheryl's never been a very good artist, but it's the thought that counts.

Cheryl's holed herself up in the kitchen, having made a fresh pot of coffee and some sandwiches of various fillings (although several of these look like they may or may not be space tuna salad) before getting to work on a batch of cookies. They taste...kind of like snickerdoodles. In space, it's hard to tell.

She even raided what booze they had in the fridge and set it up in the mess hall, if you need that.

Of course, she's not going to complain if anyone else wants a go at the kitchen. But mostly, she just set everything up so others can come, rest themselves after a long day, and share in their collective grief.]
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[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the repaired docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.

There are two lines of robots, silent as sentries, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium, but the lights in front of Shirou, Hamilton, and Albel are dark, and hung on the front of their podiums are greyscale portraits, printed from their profiles.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]


Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence ya found, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Swordsman. If ya find them, they’ll be dealt with. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.
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[It's your second Friday in Starfield Penitentiary, and four people are already dead. But at least there's been no murder among your own number yet; you've been relatively united against the recent pirate threat.

This morning, though, it looks like there's some blood out in the main foyer area. Investigate?]