Nobody Gets Left Behind

[From the Temerity, it's hard to say what exactly is happening down in the convention center, but it's clear that there's some shit going down. Crowds of fans are streaming out of the building to stand around the docking area, kept away from the entrances and exits by the police - including a Turian and a little dog - as well as Max, Lightning, and Finn. Some people, especially the press, are giving up and taking to their ships to flee.

Amid all the chaos, it's not hard to land, pick up your escaping friends, and flee. It's better to take off now, because Kip is keeping an eye on where the others' PIPs are pinging from. It seems they've been moved to a different part of the nebula.

You've got a few minutes to catch up before he can get you over there. So what the fuck, dudes?]

Ask Some Questions, Get Some Answers (?)

[The Stardust Nebula is a large cloud, sprawling pink and purple across the dark void of space as you approach. There are no planets here, not even a planetoid, but that hardly means it’s devoid of life. Kip will easily be able to navigate to the place in question, a small collection of interconnected spaceports orbiting near the edge of one of the nebula’s hazy, rose-tinted tendrils. Floating signs hooked to these advertise “AIRLOCKED! Q&A”, with arrows leading towards what appears to be a convention center. A dome encloses the area, much like the one around the Fantasy Sweet, but there does not appear to be any kind of security restrictions on the port; it will open as soon as any ship pulls up to it.

Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.

Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.

For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]

One New Notification!

[About a day after Cece's message arrives, another small blip! cuts its way through whatever conversations the Airlocked! survivors might be having. But it isn't happening in the space limo this time - it's on the Temerity proper. Some of you are more acquainted with the computer system here, so you should know what that sound means.

You have new Spitter messages!]
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Beep Beep we're going to Sparby's

Once everyone's in the dick limo and they've watched the Fantasy Sweet burn down behind them (dodging the flaming debris once the pressure builds up enough inside to make the whole thing go nuclear), it's off to the nearest fast food planet.

Which...is about five lightdays away.

Luckily for you, you have your very own Personal Artistic License to keep you entertained. So PAL bounces around the back of the limo, sitting in every lap that will have him, as he tells the story of Kip from the day he hatched as a tiny, impressionable smeet to present.

Sparing absolutely no detail.

Especially about the part where Kip failed his navigator's exam because he stopped at Then-Foodcourtia and crashed the ship into one of the greasy pustules that had sprouted on the planet's surface, destroying the aircraft and boiling his instructor alive in the fiery grease of hell.

So now there's a dick limo parked in the Sparby's parking lot. For anyone who had Arby's or Arby's-adjacent restaurants on their home planet... The menu's not much different. Everything meat-based is 100% beef, the milkshakes look delicious, and of course there are turnovers (apple, cherry, and chocolate).

Which... well, catch Kip and PAL in the corner shoving milkshakes and turnovers in their faces tbh.]

Welcome to Sparby's, Survivors.
You earned it.
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Enter your mastermind.

[Once all the votes are in, there's a hissing sound, like fog escaping a fog machine. However, there's no fog to be seen. Until you look up to the Overseer's booth, with its glass walls that are slowly becoming more opaque as the room fills with white smoke.

A bright bluish-white light illuminates what it can, from lights on top of and below the platform like a rock star stage. There's a barely-visible shadow, and the menacing cackle of a voice that you're all quite familiar with, even though you haven't heard it in a while.

And then the cackling turns into coughing and yelling.]


HGGCKKK! ACK! KHHCHKSH! HAKH AHAKH AHAKHAKH!!!!!

[The glass around the platform shatters from the blunt force of two long, spindly metal arms, and white smoke pours down from the Overseer's platform and to the floor, spilling out the long distance to the floor like medical-cherry-scented clouds.

The alien man is...a lot smaller than Kip, actually, held aloft by four long spider-like arms sticking out from somewhere on his back. And as soon as he stops choking on his own mistakes, the cackling resumes again.]


Behold!! Humans, robots, AI, and... anything else you may identify as! Your "Kip Larimer" does not exist! I, KIP! AM YOUR OVERLORD!
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The Final Trial

[After a while, the shaft in the middle of the elevator rises up again and glows a beckoning shade of blue. PAL the literal infant in the computer stopped responding somewhere when Queenie started throwing shit around, but the hum of the machinery goes quieter to match.

And when all 10 Champions get on the elevator and Junpei uses his robot hand to firmly grasp the shaft, the elevator rises back up into place. There are no new portraits, because nobody new has died. The only difference between now and the last time you were up here is the lack of stairs leading up to the Overseers' booth, and the complete lack of lighting aside from the blue glow on the shaft. As each Champion takes their place behind their podium, the rose on the front lights up red.

Sorry everybody, this trial is very #aesthetic, good luck reading your notes.]


Welcome, Champions, to the final trial aboard the Fantasy Sweet. At stake here is your freedom, and possibly your lives. Can you solve the mysteries of the Fantasy Sweet and earn your way out?

Compile your evidence. Discuss. And Vote.

This will all be over soon.


[Despite the lit-up roses, the voting panels remain dark and inactive.]

the final investigation

[It's been a few days since more than one of the Champions have heard from PAL and by Wednesday afternoon this is still the case. The day starts off like the rest but around midday Cece is calling a meeting in the foyer.

Whatever it's about it seems important.]
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the final week

[Eight weeks. Eight weeks of friendship and love, death and loss, hope and despair all muddled together in a cocktail that's too sweet on the tongue and leaves an acid-y pit in the stomach. With nine of them left (ten counting their dear but lone surviving host), things look darker than ever. Come Sunday morning the last of the Champions missing memories will be returned to them while they sleep. For some of them this will reveal answers, for others it might just be a fate worse than death. They could even be death.

But how does the song go? "It's always darkest before the dawn"?

There are no announcements from PAL this week. Not even morning and evening announcements.


Sunday Monday Tuesday




[ooc: Welcome to endgame, everyone! We're all very proud of you for making it all the way to the end. As you can see this is going to be a short IC week but we promise things will not be going down until this weekend (7/7-7/9). On Tuesday we'll be unveiling the OOC post for what to expect during the final investigation. There is no official AC this week, just a check-in and as mentioned above characters will be at their true canon points on Sunday morning.

Buckle up, kids, the ride's not over yet.]

I won't cry, I won't cry. No, I won't shed a tear.

[ For the first time since this disgusting game started, Yuuri doesn't go straight to the garden after leaving the trial room. As promised, she goes to the kitchen and starts putting together a meal.

Anyone who comes to the meeting will find leftovers on the table -- to start with, anyway. There's tea, coffee, soda, whatever anyone wants to drink spread across one end as well, just in case no one can stomach food quite yet.

Yuuri herself isn't anywhere to be seen to begin with but there's a warm, sweet and almost spicy smell coming from the kitchen. And when she eventually emerges, she's carrying a full pot of katsu curry which she sets on the table and then quickly follows with another pot (it was the only thing big enough for all those servings, okay) brimming over with rice.

Katsu curry. This wasn't a victory. But she refuses to accept it as a loss, either. There may only be nine of them left now but they are alive. And so long as you're alive you can continue to move forwards.

She's come too far to give up now. All of them have.

Come and sit down and eat something. Or drink something. Or just sit with what's left of your family and let yourself remember: none of you are alone. ]
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fifth trial

[With the announcement and evidence gathered, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't want a repeat of witnessing PAL's brand of punishment.

The podium circle is more empty than it's ever been, with Rhys and Nishitani's portraits floating at attention where they had stood just two weeks before. In the place Kip used to stand there is still no floating portrait frame, no memorial, no indication he ever set foot in this courtroom.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. You know by now I cannot stand being bored.

sixth investigation

[It's Friday again but as of today it has been a full two weeks since someone has lost their life. The mansion is quiet, almost peaceful.

But we all know peace can only last so long in the Fantasy Sweet.]
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week 7

[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

There is no new floor this week.


Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday




[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

THE FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[As usual, the day begins at seven a.m.

Good morning, Champions.]
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week 6

[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.


Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday




[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
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It floats away, a small wish with tears and a little regret

[ After the entire trial, Clarith gets to work. If Rii-san won't make the memorials, she will, and if Rii-san does, she'll supervise. And then, she'll slip a letter under each door. ]

Please join me in the gardens for a funeral and then a wake in the first floor rest area.

- Sister Clarith


[ When people arrive, Clarith is waiting with her Levin Bible in hand. Afterward, they can all file into the rest area, where hopefully someone has made food! She's sure someone would have, but she wanted to just... Get the funeral done. ]
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fourth trial

[With the announcement and evidence gathered, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't want a repeat of witnessing PAL's brand of punishment.

In the slowly emptying circle of podiums there are two more added since last week, Roland, the Champion of Lokapala and Angel, the Champion Traitor. Their names and titles are brightly displayed but the harsh red is a painful contrast to the lively green of the living Champions' podiums. In the place Kip used to stand there is no floating portrait frame, no memorial, no indication he ever set foot in this courtroom.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. You know by now I cannot stand being bored.
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The Fourth Investigation

[This week, you didn't even have to wait until Friday to see bloodshed.

The shock of Kip's sudden death has only just started to wear off, perhaps. Even in a place like this, no one really expects to witness something like that in the middle of a party. But this morning, everything seems calm. Life in the Fantasy Sweet goes on.

........or does it.]
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Week 5

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

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 activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
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Until the dawn of another new morning

[Not long after the Rose Ceremony ends, Arianna goes around from door to door, leaving the by-now-expected notes:]

Everyone's presence is requested in the dining room for food and companionship. We must stand together.

-Arianna


[The promise of food is slightly premature, but she's got Clarith working on it. And Arianna is helping! Not much, though, since she keeps running back out to the dining room to make sure people are... well, not okay per se, but not circling the proverbial drain.

She's also brought in some blankets and pillows from the first floor rest area, for anyone who isn't feeling up to chairs at the moment.]
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THE THIRD TRIAL

[With the announcement and evidence, the doors in the pool area are the next destination for anyone who doesn't particularly want to see what a punishment from PAL would look like (with the exception of Junpei).

Three more greyscale portraits have joined the others this week, Lee, the Champion Comeback, Takumi, the Champion Tactician and Mary, the Champion Twin. Their names and titles are still brightly displayed but the harsh red is a painful contrast to the lively green of the living Champions' podiums.

Kip isn't present this time around and after the argument with PAL about staying with Junpei it'd be more surprising if he was there.]


Welcome, Champions, to the Rose Ceremony. Weed out the true culprit and they'll be eliminated, vote incorrectly and they'll be allowed to go home at the expense of the rest of your lives.

Oh, and don't bore me. I cannot stand being bored.