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letsplayamurder2025-07-19 04:40 pm
phototraces) wrote in letsplayamurder2025-07-19 04:40 pm
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souls have been lost and the panic grows
[That... that was hell, actually. Wendy didn't like that at all. After the trial she... has to head to the kitchen and hopefully not find clay shit everywhere. She needs to do something to keep things under control. To keep things going.
She's not a great cook but she knows the basics. Meat. Bread. Cheese. Something warm for the belly to drink. She's nervous when she works but she's relentless. There's no asking for help from her as she makes a spread for everyone. Then... she's moving all of it not to the eatery but the bonfire.
Making makeshift tables around it and placing trays of food and drink. Even setting up a chair for Alex a good distance away from the fire but close enough that he can be part of things if he wants to.
Wendy, with her careful writing, writes up some notes and hands them out to everyone if she can find them or if not under their door.
Food at the bonfire and the area around it. Attendance not mandatory but it's probably better for all of us if we stick together. Bring more food and drink if you want.
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...She can't control other people but she can try to suggest.]
She's not a great cook but she knows the basics. Meat. Bread. Cheese. Something warm for the belly to drink. She's nervous when she works but she's relentless. There's no asking for help from her as she makes a spread for everyone. Then... she's moving all of it not to the eatery but the bonfire.
Making makeshift tables around it and placing trays of food and drink. Even setting up a chair for Alex a good distance away from the fire but close enough that he can be part of things if he wants to.
Wendy, with her careful writing, writes up some notes and hands them out to everyone if she can find them or if not under their door.
Food at the bonfire and the area around it. Attendance not mandatory but it's probably better for all of us if we stick together. Bring more food and drink if you want.
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...She can't control other people but she can try to suggest.]
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Your little Winion friends have been hard at work scrubbing down the crime scene with little scrub brushes, wooden buckets and brooms much taller than they are. They even fixed the broken table...albeit not very well. It looks like they slapped it back together with some kind of glue that's still very wet so maybe don't use that one tonight.]
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She doesn't seem particularly talkative, but who would be in her situation?]
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She sits in front of her and just. Kind of waits for her to react first. Quietly. Don't want to scare anyone. ]
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But as everyone gathers, she's just. Going to sit right next to Mortis. An arm's length away, nothing that could startle the girl with touch, but still a more solid rock than she had been earlier.]
... You don't need to say anything, Mortis. But I'll be here, if you need it.
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[Ranma... isn't really the greatest with comforting people, let alone when they're terrified and grieving. Oft times his words only exacerbates than they do assuage them. He debates briefly whether he should leave her be or try to say... anything.
In the end, he chooses to sit not necessarily by her, he's keeping his distance and not invading peoples' personal bubbles. But still relatively close enough to roll a water bottle at her feet.
Tersely:]
Hey.
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2/2 also slight cw for slight allusions to drowning in brackets
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cw brief final destination style panic spiral
So yes, Alex is here, at the edge of the gathering. He's sitting in a chair set up a good distance away. He does not have any food. He doesn't really have an appetite. He does have his little hot pink Eye-Pod, though! The little thing's trying to roll around in the grass in front of him, but its wheel keeps getting stuck. Alex, dutifully, stands and frees it when this happens. ]
Come on, buddy, again?
[ It happens often. But he's an indulgent parent/pet owner, it seems.
Eventually, despite his vigilance, he can't keep staring at everyone around the fire, waiting for...for something to happen.
Quietly, he picks up the Eye-Pod and moves to go back to his room. However...
At the pavilion he gets distracted. He catches sight of the statues, and he stops. Sayo's—Beatrice's—with its threefold design and non-distinct features. Everything that happened...it puzzles him a little. But it doesn't change the fact that the person known as Yasuda Sayo was just as much a victim as any of the rest of them. It doesn't change that she wanted to help them in whatever way she could. ...It doesn't change the fact that Crito acted likely in fear of the threat that has haunted him as well. It doesn't change anything.
At the end of the day, there's no way to stop feeling miserable about this.
He stands there for quite some time, searching for answers where there are none. ]
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Zvei eventually clears his throat and approaches properly; he's not trying to startle Alex, at least.]
Good evening, Alex. Heading to bed?
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For all the shit-talking he did at the start of the trial, he's noticeably subdued. He doesn't eat any of the food, of course, but he's here.]
...This is going to happen again.
[It's not addressed at anyone, and he murmurs it under his breath.]
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It will if Typhon continues to threaten us like he did this week. We have little reason to want each other dead otherwise.
[Well, outside of those that dislike each other, but even then they probably wouldn't jump to murder. Maybe.
Anyway, Zvei seems a little bit more subdued than usual, but his smile is still easy and he keeps his voice low not to draw unwanted attention to the conversation.]
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The energy is very 'I don't want to talk'- almost alien coming from him. But he's here, regardless.]
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...Sorry. I know you meant well.
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It's supposed to keep our strength up, right?
[Aoi also stares at her phone when she's by herself, thinking over what happened at the trial.]
That's where the signal is strongest, but Aoi still didn't get a response. Do we need more energy?
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[She's trying to sound upbeat but her smile doesn't reach her eyes.]
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But for the moment she didn't care. What would Jason have done? What would Carrie have done?]
J... I miss you.
[She whispers it to the wind, to the picture. She doesn't expect a response. Jason was gone. He was dead and he never was coming back. That's how being dead works. She just leans back and closes her eyes for a few moments.]
...god, I sound like a widow...
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[hi Wendy. Quark is just going to step up next to her, holding out a cold glass of that punch he's brought]
Not a bad set up you've put together here on short notice.
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...I wish to hope this is a deterrent, but I feel the floodgates have opened instead. So it goes.
[...some gods they are, huh? It's easy to be kind of flippant and philosophical about it at this point, when it was two people he didn't know. But...]
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I wonder how those who were threatened are doing at present.
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...I imagine they're fine, if they were ever in danger to begin with.
[After all, Crito's acting on the threat means that there's no reason to go through with it.]
I worry what will follow.
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late at night, though, she's over at the eatery... specifically, at the dabo wheel. she's not doing anything of consequence, if you were wondering. she's just... spinning it.
over and over again.]
Bonfire
That arena...it's the center of this universe. But Aoi's calls still won't reach yet.
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dabo!
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That won’t stop him from standing guard.
While he does, however, he watches a holographically projected recording. What manner of recording, you might ask? Security footage taken from the original Egg Carrier. Omega watches it, on a loop, multiple times, before stopping once in between viewings: ]
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, GAMMA? IT WAS JUST A BIRD.
[ And then he resumes watching, and standing guard, sensors tuned towards any offending approach. Luckily, the sensors are not programmed to notify him of the approach of any comrades. ]
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The bird seems to have served as Gamma's "heart" or "soul" so to speak... So Gamma is no more?
[Is that "death" for you robots?]
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But there is something she can do, she thinks, knowing what she knows of comforting those who spend their time around death. So she arrives with some blankets and the like - it's not like she needs the ones on her bed, after all - and sets up a small area off to the side with a small sign that reads REST AREA - Discussion of the trial forbidden.
She doesn't spend any time inside the rest area, though, instead settling down by the fire - maybe a little closer than other people can manage - and staring into the flames. ]
So, is this what you supposed Godhood would be like?
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...No. It wasn't like this the first time, anyway. I could see the entire world; pluck one string and I could see how the effects would ripple through it.
[He closes his mismatched eyes as if remembering just that before sighing and shaking his head.]
But I suppose that was a bit of a different experience.
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Ahhhhh, it really is too bad. Losing someone so intriguing, after the very first challenge...
[ And that's about it when it comes to unprompted statements. She'll be open to conversation, of course, and perfectly pleasant... for whatever that means, now that you've seen her fling someone at the barrier like she's throwing a fastball! If you're explicitly seeking her out after the high drama of Mortis' check and the Ranma Yeet, she'll be just as receptive, but not exactly willing to blithely own up to shit in front of God and everyone.
Late at night, you can find her in the kitchen, draining blood bags while simultaneously utterly disgusted—or regarding a blood bag held in her hands and about to crack into it like it's a Capri Sun. You're going to have to broach the topic, though! She's not saying shit about shit! ]
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Both of them, really! I would have liked to speak with Crito more as well...
[Said with the tone of "oh well tho"...]
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[Ranma's here, sitting close by the fire on the ground, unusually subdued for a kid who barely sits in one spot for long. Atypical for him as well, he's not gorging himself on food. He's selected a sizeable portion, yes, but it's staying on his plate instead of being shoveled down his gullet like he's been starving for days. Only measured bites. Reflecting.
Akane's safe now, but at a steep gravely cost.
That bastard's game begun. Two (three? ranma's still trying to figure out that whole debacle) of their own are dead. Athena's gone MIA. And that bull jackass undoubtedly has more bullshit under his belt. It's only a matter of time before others start to buckle under the weight.
He can't let them. He can't fail again.
Later on in the get-together, Ranma will be walking around to whatever people he can find. Gingerly tossing water bottles gently enough they should be able to catch it. Hopefully.]
Here, drink somethin'.
[Soon afterwards, Ranma'll dip to head to where else but the training grounds. He isn't busting up the training dummies, smashing the props to pieces, or anything as destructive like that. All he's doing is meditating by the first aid supplies. Actual, normally aligned meditation, none of that upside down type he was doing the week before.
Care to join him? Because he isn't going to stop you or tell you to buzz off.]
Training Grounds
You owe me an arm-wrestling match bitch.
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But as he takes a position in front of the bonfire and begins a sweeping, elegant dance, the reason for the staff soon becomes clear. Perhaps there are no pyreflies here, no Farplane to send them to, but does that really matter? The sentiment behind it is still the same, Spira or no.
It is the duty of a summoner to see the dead off, no matter what they may have been responsible for in life.]
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...Am I correct in guessing that this is a way to send souls to the lifestream, where you're from?
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also slides in here almost a week left bc i kept meaning to tag this too
SLIDES IN HERE...
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As dusk starts to fall, she'll stand and walk to the edge of the bonfire nearest the cliffs. Her horn glows and she rises into the air with heavy, deliberate wingbeats. As she does, the moon rises before her, shining full and silver. They rise together until the moon is at its peak, and then the blue glow around her horn fades and she comes down to land again. As it turns out, she can still raise the moon. ]
Moon!!
[Aoi is enamored at getting to actually watch the moon rise.]
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TONIGHT WE RAISE... THE MOON!!!!!!!
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Later, she can be found at the pavilion, after retreating to her room for some time. In her hands is... well. It's one of the spare togas, torn to stretch out into one long blanket of fabric with the edges mended and evened out by golden thread. It's a deep, inky black, unlike the one she wears, and there seems to be a pattern sewn into it; golden butterflies, dancing from one corner in slow spirals upward to the top.
She takes the fabric, simple yet held like it's something so precious, and lays it across the feet of Sayo's statue.]
... It's not up to the level of the work you deserve, but for now... an offering. I'll give you a more proper shroud as soon as I'm able.
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[Vanity watches, arms folded, mouth thin.]
You're not put off it was for just pride instead of a "real" life or death call or some shit?
[Her voice dips into a replay of Quark's for a moment.]
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[She watches it burn for a moment, arms folded and mouth thin, before stalking off to the edges of the gathering.]
[Nursing a cup of sad, sad coffee, she occasionally takes out the folded parchment from the motive, frowns down at it, and tucks it back inside her jacket.]
Can't believe that idiot-
[Later still, she vanishes into the evening, and can be found running laps around the entire area, slowly picking up the pace, saying nothing.]
Coffee
Here.
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…But not tonight. Probably not until another threat is issued. So tonight should be fine. And a part of her does long for a little bit of company.
So in the end she shows up, standing several steps away from the fire, staring into it with her hands clasped in front of her. She hasn’t touched any of the food; the thought of doing so doesn’t even cross her mind. ]
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Pfennig for your thoughts?
[ we are also all german, or assumed to be german, ]
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There she is, chewing on some cheese and bread, near the fire]
...I didn't think I'd have to use my work experience this much around here.
[She's not happy about it. True, Misane showed she was competent at detective work and deductions, even though she didn't point the finger at Sayo, but...at the end of the day she's just an apprentice and she'd have preferred not to investigate a murder]
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No?
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He can be found hanging around the bonfire, idly chewing on a piece of bread and staring at the flames.
After he does that for a while and doesn't find the answers he's looking for, apparently, he'll stand up and head back inside to the Eatery, going through all his supplies he's stored there for the bar, and doing what looks like inventory. From there, he adjusts things minutely, wipes everythign down (avoiding the large swath of glue the Winions left,) and goes through the kitchen and pantry as well to take stock of what's there. Basically burying himself in busywork.
There is one lone drink made and left on a non-glued edge of the table. It simply sits there as he works. ]
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...Did you do all this?
[ It's so clean now. ]
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For the most part, Ai just sits quietly by the bonfire - she does a few rounds of talking to everyone, asking how they are and making small talk with nice sounding platitudes but she's too tired today to keep it up for long. She's aware that she should feel more frightened, more desolate but just like when all this started, all she feels is numb.
It's late into the evening, when her eyes are sore for staring into the firelight, that she finally pipes up with something more real. She sounds a little like she's talking to herself as she tips her head back and lets loose a sigh into the smoky air. ]
It really was stupid to say yes. [ A bitter smile tugs at her mouth. ] I should've known all this was way too good to be true.
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[Misane heard Ai talking to herself. Not surprising someone is muttering things that weren't supposed to be heard -- Misane has done the same in the past, after all -- but hearing this made Misane ask that. When she realized she asked a question, she doesn't take it back, mostly because peering into someone's motivations is never wasted time]
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