week 4

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[Just like the previous week the status quo is restored with frighteningly quick efficiency. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets. Even the glass roses Choromatsu and Takumi broke after the trial in their fit of anger have been replaced with fresh ones. All signs that there was anything amiss this weekend are completely gone.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday



[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 3, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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TUESDAY

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MOTIVE: Freaky Tuesday

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[The voice is almost like a dream, like a dim, robotic hum in the background early in the morning. Some people may even sleep through it, since PAL doesn't seem to be particularly interested in getting everyone's attention.]

Hmmm... Intriguing. The chosen Champions were able to resist the allure of riches... Let's see. How else can I... motivate them?

[The PIPs spread a soothing, relaxing sensation throughout each Champion's arm, something that feels like a hug spreading throughout the whole body. Most of you have experienced hugs before, right?

But, when the sensation recedes, some of you will end up feeling a little... different.]

Perfect. Let's see how well you can handle this learning curve, Champions.

[scourgingstars]

Do you really not tire of this yet? It's gotten quite annoying, here I nearly thought you smarter...than...

[Ardyn trailed off, looking confused. He glanced at his own hands, curling restlessly into loose fists and uncurling as though he suddenly felt like he'd forgotten how his own physical body worked.]

[Had the lights in here gotten a bit less bright? And why did it suddenly feel as though everything had some stunning clarity to it as though a filter had just been dropped off of everything in his head?]

...What the hell just happened.

[everylittlesecret]

[Having barely slept, Nari was trying to clean up the molten ice and water combo when she feels the sensation. She shrugs it off a moment later, placing her hands in one last little puddle.... And nothing happens. She frowns and tries a few more times. Then tries a different power..... Nothing.

Anyone on or near the third floor will just hear a loud shriek that lasts for more than a minute before it cuts out.

Nari will just. Be sitting there. Completely out of it.]

[scourgingstars]

[Eventually he would learn to stop thinking 'this was unexpected' when impossible things happened, but today was not that day. This time it was something Ardyn couldn't yet put a name to; he felt normal, and the abnormality of that was worrying in itself.]

[Worry now being something he felt in abundance, along with several other things. Which was how one visibly confused Lucian king(?) came to be sitting at a table in the dining hall, trying to focus on what had happened before determining how they needed to approach it. He couldn't just come out and say 'hey guys I feel like I might not be a complete monster', because that would have opened up several problems he was not prepared to confront.]

[...And by late afternoon at most, one would find Ardyn facedown in a pile of pillows in the third floor rest area, very definitely asleep.]

Rest area

[misanthropicprinciple]

[...Hm.

That's. New.

Junpei stares at Ardyn for a little while, feeling mutely surprised, before heading right out. When he returns, it's with a pillowcase full of crap, all of which he begins... to carefully pile on top of Ardyn. Pillows, stuffed animals, ping pong balls... how much can he stack before the king awakes from his slumber?]

sleeping beauty

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church has felt 0% different today, because that's what power nerfs do to him. Make him normal and not project-y and ghostly. So, same as most other days in the mansion. PAL is being weird, but that's PAL for ya. He's waiting for something to happen, and it continues to not happen, and...

Aaaaand Ardyn being in a rest area which isn't weird. For him to be facedown in a pillow pile is. There is a terrible, awful, horrific moment where he thinks oh god someone murdered him and I wasn't here to protect him--

right up until he snores. It's muffled by the pillows, but uh, no, he sees the breathing to go with it.

He's fucking asleep. That's not??? normal??? in any way??? This is concerning! This is a mistake! This is...the first sleep this guy's probably gotten in two thousand years.]

What the fuck. What the fuck. [If that sounds like a frantic confused murdergame character not knowing what to do with this fucking shitpost of a game you are correct.]

Ar...dy? You need a blanket, buddy? [Because he's going to get a blanket anyway. This might be the sleep of the dead. #letdadsleep6972]

dining hall before yuuri tokusplodes

[serrata]

[ ... Oh, hello. This is... mighty concerning. There's something about that look on Ardyn's face that looks sort of worrying in a way she can't place a finger on. So of course, the best course of action to take is to come and actually see what's going on.

So, Mr. King Sir, don't mind if Yuuri settles herself into a seat opposite. ]

... Good morning, Ardyn-san. [ might as well start off gently enough. ] Are... are you alright?

Investigating! Also: possibility of getting attacked in the Bar prompt

[tacomeme]

[Takumi sleeps right through PALs little mocking speech- he doesn't sleep much, but when he does sleep it's deep. But even if he hadn't, he doesn't feel any different when he wakes up.

He had spent Monday in a dull stupor, trying to process his dream and what he learned from Kip, and drown out the headache that had followed him out of his memories. But today is the reverse as he swings in a familiar near manic desire to investigate. No different then last week in this regard, though much less prone to kicking things at least. After hair time with Queenie early in the morning, then breakfast, he heads to the Tattoo Parlor. He's never really bothered with the room before, but he knows tattoos, and is curious if there's any predone art here, and fiddles (carefully) with the gun.

Next he heads back to the First Aid room. He had been here the day before but this time he isn't dealing with possibly dangerous attempts at self care. Instead he's pawing through the blood fridge and the various drugs, making notes of things after reading each one. Then the Karaoke Bar. He ignores the music selection book after a short flip through it- it's not like he knows any of these or has any interest in singing anyways. And instead shifts through the booze, looking for anything he recognizes or anything that looks... strange. As well as any empty bottles that he can filter his homemade drink into later. Maybe they keep those under the counter? If one comes in to greet him though they might hear a sudden crash as one of the bottles of whisky flies off the bar, making Takumi yelp in shock and almost bash his head on the counter.

Lastly he can be found in the Dinning Room in the evening after dinner, with a board and pieces set up.]

Do you play?

dining room

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Today is a god damn clusterfuck, and Church is not okay with it. He is pretty tired from being this high strung all god damn day, and he's just going to slump in his seat with a plate of something that wasn't going to set anything on fire to make shut up.

So this just seems...refreshingly normal.]

Uh. I can't read Japanese. Aaaand I don't know what game that is. Like, chess?

dining room

[buddyoldpal]

[ Nishitani is having a great day, I dunno about you guys. He sits on down across from Takumi and smiles. ]

Shit, where'd ya find a shogi board? They hidin' mahjong in here somewhere, too?

[ He so badly wants to play mahjong and so do I tbh. ]

Hair times~

[goteachother]

[There's already tea in the rest area waiting for him when he wanders in. There's also a mug of coffee but it seems Queenie hasn't touched it. She's just leaning back against the wall, dozing lightly, warming charms making certain the drinks stay warm until Takumi is up and about for the day.

Their meetings seem to be creeping later and later. She really should apologize for that.]

tattoo parlor

[shikosuki]

[ At some point Choromatsu metal gear solids his way into the room, trying to keep to the walls or to the floor as much as possible. Takumi should feel... a sudden harsh chill when this happens. Like the room feels freezing.

If Takumi hasn't already noticed his room mate, Choromatsu starts hiss-whispering at him. ]

Takumi... Takumi!

[serrata]

[ When Yuuri wakes up in the morning she feels... off. She remembers a vague dream of PAL's voice but assumes it was the morning announcement that she'd just slept through. There's nothing she can point to that feels wrong but the sensation of there being something not quite right is pervasive enough that it makes her a little anxious.

This lasts until she manages to finish her breakfast in the dining room and then out of goddamn nowhere, Yuuri's swallowed up by a flash of golden light and when it fades, there's a two meter tower of golden fuck you in her place. Any intimidation factor is immediately ruined by the still very Rii-esque screech that comes out of it. Followed by a panicked string of noises that are probably supposed to be words but in her defense it's hard to be articulate when you're suddenly a GODDAMN MONSTER ALL OF A SUDDEN.

For the rest of the morning, Yuuri sticks to the first floor rest room. She has approximately zero idea of how she's supposed to get herself around when she's piloting this... thing so she sticks to a place she feels she's less likely to cause some damage. She's huddled herself in a corner and to be quite frank, she looks goddamn ridiculous.

It's afternoon before she manages to turn herself back. She's still in the rest room where she's been most of the day but out of nowhere, anyone nearby is going to hear a shriek and a thump. Should you investigate, you'll find poor Yuuri flopped over onto her side like she's been dropped there, looking dazed and understandably confused.

... today has not been one of her better Tuesdays. ]

dining room

[motherfucking_ghost]

[SCREECHING IS BAD NEWS. SCREECHING IS NOT GOOD. SCREECHING IS--]

Heart! What is it?! What the fuck happened, was one of the girls here, did--jesus, did you scare one of the girls?

Rest area

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Let's assume he heard about this from someone. Maybe Church. Poor Church. Someone needs to give him a medal for this day.]

Rii-san?

[This is very strange.]

rest area

[myocordial]

[Things Heart is not expecting to see when he enters the rest area, in order:

Himself.

Whatever purpose he may have had coming in here is forgotten immediately as he just stands in the doorway. And stares. And. Stares. Because honestly what the actual--]

...What.

[Yeah you know what? You know what? That's all he's got right now. Heart.exe has encountered one hell of an error.]

afternoon

[daughterofthemark]

[RUNNING IN BECAUSE THAT SOUNDED REALLY BAD]

Rii-san?

[myocordial]

[He'd been awake to hear the announcement, but... honestly, after not noticing anything wrong, he figured he'd worry about it later. So first of all he simply... went about his day. Nothing seemed amiss.

Well. At first. So uh. Anyone looking to go upstairs? Yeah, in the first floor foyer you'll spot Heart. On the ground. Motionless. So that... might be a thing people want to check out? Because that's probably just a little bit worrying, huh? Y-Yeah...

If you'd rather find him when things are a little more... calm, Heart does eventually have a better understanding of what's going on later in the day. Not that it's... helping, but he's doing his best, okay? His body is currently chilling here in the third floor rest area, while his transparent, ghostly self is just... pacing. So that's... a sight?

And even later he's in the dining room and okay things have been kind of stressful, so he's just... slumped over the table. His head resting on it. You can spot him moving this time, we don't have another situation, but wow he looks like he's had a bad day. He's so done.]

foyer

[motherfucking_ghost]

[IS HEART DEAD. WHY IS EVERYONE DEAD BUT NOT AROUND HERE TODAY. JESUS PEOPLE YOU'RE GOING TO SCARE THE LIFE OUT OF HIM.

Well, the body's not...dead. So. That's...a thing? That's good. Kinda like his body when he'd ghost jumped out unexpectedly, but, haha, everyone else has made it super clear that they don't have ghosts in their worlds! That ghosts are a non-thing. So. That's...

Yeah he's gonna shake the body.]

Heart. Heart, buddy, you hear me? Did you--did your software malfunction? Are you rebooting? Did you get a blue screen? Reformatting your hard drive? What the fuck is happening today?!

rest area

[scourgingstars]

...Glacian's sake, Church, I'm going to throttle you.

[Ardyn pressed a hand to his head, warding off what was probably a long overdue tension headache. And a minor heart attack, considering he'd caught sight of a conspicuously motionless body before noticing Heart himself pacing around.]

Heart, are you alright?

dining room

[daughterofthemark]

Sir Heart? Are you all right?

[princess arianna asking the great questions with non-obvious answers]

[brokencode]

[Sleep had been becoming more and more hard to find as the days wore on. Paranoia wore at her mind, not just because of the recent occurrences in the mansion. It was hard to forget her memories, hard to ignore the fact that, despite her father's promises of things getting better, things were most assuredly not.

That was why she was awake when PALs announcement came, and why anyone in Rooms 3 or 4 would hear Angel's panicked yelp as the warmth spread up her arm.

Most concerning was the fact that her tattoos, normally so reactive to her emotions, did not appear to light up at all.

The reason for that would be obvious later in the morning, as Angel flitted fitfully up and down the stairs. Clad in her new dress, Angel looked considerably disturbed and, perhaps most noticeably, significantly less inked than usual. Her trademark blue tattoos were gone, something she seemed well aware of as she ghosted a hand up and down her pale arm. Also missing was her collar, which hadn't left her neck since the events of her second week in the mansion.]

[scourgingstars]

Angel?

[Ardyn caught her on the stairs, looking far more genuinely concerned than was already standard for him.]

What's wrong? Is there something bothering you?

[buddyoldpal]

[ Another Tuesday morning and it's... surprisingly quiet for once. No bowling shenanigans, no murder announcement, no nothing. Nishitani has blissfully slept through the announcement, and woken up feeling pretty much the same as ever. He's pretty sure, anyway. Maybe it's because he's so chill, but if you catch him, say, at breakfast making himself some rice, you might notice... things floating. Like knives. And spoons? And... napkins? ]

Well that's fuckin' weird. Ya seein' this? [ He. He just goes back to eating his rice. What's a few floating pieces of crap in the gran scheme of things, anyway? ]

[ Speaking of random shit, though, Nishitani's had a remote control... car-thingy for a couple days now and hasn't taken it for a test spin yet. So if you are confused and out of it later today and happen to wander down the hallway you might hear this blaring from a tiny remote control car as it zips by. (Followed by Nishitani's own cackling tbh.) ]

Move it or lose it!

[ He's seriously enjoying this. And... more things seem to be floating behind him now. Like a vase? And some pillows? It's a good thing he's so cheery or we might actually have some fire on our hands. ]