letsplayamurder | Week seven

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Week seven

After that particularly hectic trial, if it could even be called that, you were free to go your own way. The sun had set on Ferdinand and Omega's attempt to enact vengeance upon Typhon, and while your combined efforts were clearly enough to damage him, he managed to slink off with both of your former companions. No doubt, probably licking his wounds, or whatever the Titan plans to do in his refuge between the realms.

It's another new week on the island. Outside, things have continued to change - standing by the cliffs will reveal that not only has the water against the rocks receded further, but the entire ocean has as well. You hear birdsong in the distance, and even the plants have turned greener despite the drawbacks from Typhon's trickery. No matter the horrors everyone's experienced, it seems the island continues to grow healthier.

There's still time to enjoy the benefits that provides. Down on the deepest level, the stairs to... How odd. The stairs still refuse you passage. Looks like there's no new floor to investigate this week!

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Quark's Bar & Cafe

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[After everything last Friday, you might have assumed that Typhon would go dormant this week. Or, maybe you’ve considered the thought that you’d managed to scare the Titan away for good. Wouldn’t that be a small mercy in a heap of pain.

The wind almost seems to hold you in its condolence as the clouds roll in, and a familiar red hue bleeds all the colour from the sky.]

You thought you had seen the end of me. Fools… Though, you have struck a blow, I will be the last to–

Typhon.

[Typhon’s voice cuts out. The gloom recedes a bit.]

Enough floundering. Grant them their “boon”.

[The voice is commanding, despite a decidedly kind tone. When Typhon’s voice returns, it is bitter.]

This is no boon. Let it sit with you, and if it drives you to kill, I will be here. Watching.

[... Nothing happens. Not at first. What will happen, when the first of you looks down from the sky and at one of your fellow godlings, is catching a glimpse of someone you know who isn’t here standing beside them or perhaps the scenery blinks to become somewhere more familiar to you. It’s quicker than it seems, and yet it feels so real…and you’re not the only one who saw it.]

This… isn’t over. Not yet.

Enjoy these false moments of peace.

[The voices fade. It’s just you again, and this… incentive.]

[OOC: It’s the hallucination motive, everybody! With a twist.

These hallucinations aren't only for your character; anyone who is close enough (the amount of distance is player choice) can see it, too! The hallucinations will start small: people they know (including the dead here) or familiar places. Hallucinations of people are able to speak and will act like the real person. As the week progresses, these hallucinations will grow stronger, becoming more solid and more visible to both the person hallucinating and anyone close enough to see it. Character memories, both positive and negative, might even start to play out like a familiar scene, impressing on the person hallucinating their thoughts and emotions of that time...and sharing them with their observers.

Everyone has gotten to be so upfront with their secrets, surely there’s nothing left they don't want anyone to see. ;3]

Edited 2025-08-19 18:11 (UTC)

[Vanity spends most of the day Sunday in her room, recuperating from the last week. And her chat with Quark afterwards. When she finally steps out, she's greeted by- a small, skeletal bird. Bearing a holographic missive.]

What.

[beta probably had to wait so long for her to come out of her room i'm so sorry]

[But as Vanity settles in to open the cafe in the eatery, she takes a moment to play the message Omega's left for her.]

...asshole can't even die without being weird about it.

[But then she gets to the last part, and her eyes light up. She flicks through the other data available on the disc, skimming over schematics and designs.]

[So later in the day she's dragged the holodisk and the remains of the Egg Chaser down to the forge.]

[Vanity might be far from a mechanic or engineer, but she has a disk full of plans and the ability to read, she's trying to see if she can get this thing even somewhere approaching functional.]

[Later still, successful or not, she's back at it again in the training grounds, once again in her combat uniform but now armed with the twin-fists she showed off after the trial. The training dummies are mostly intact- one unfortunate individual has been pummeled and shredded- but she mostly using the fists to flip and parkour around the obstacle course as quickly as she can, skipping around it in unintended ways.]

[speedrun strats, or something]

[The part where she whiffs a jump and has to jam the claws into the edge of the next platform probably isn't intentional, especially judging by the way she hangs there for a second before tugging herself free and dropping to the ground. And then notices whoever saw that.]

...Meant to do that.

[It will take a bit of elbow grease and some makeshift efforts, but you should have what you need to get it operational.]

[Both Vanity the character and I the player definitely expected this to work exactly this well.]

[What kind of timeline are we looking at for getting this little rhino dude operational?]

[ Ever since the trial, Luna's been notably more withdrawn than usual. She's being ridiculous, in some ways. Wasn't it worse last week? The week before that? At least this time they didn't all have to watch Ferdinand bleed out...

She shakes her head sharply. Leave it.

Late in the morning, even later than her usual waking time, she finally emerges and makes her way to the kitchen for a light breakfast. Ordinarily she'd go for a flight around the grounds, but...she's used to encountering Ferdinand during those outings. She isn't eager for the first one without him. So she eats awkwardly standing near one of the counters, not quite willing to commit to the shared eating space. It's fine. She's used to that kind of thing, isn't she?

That done, she goes down to the library to collect some new books. She'll just take them and have a quiet day. It's like the regular quiet nights she has, except...during the daytime while everyone else is also awake!!! That's fine!!!!! ]

[Good morning, Vanity. Aoi is here to have some breakfast, when she overhears the message.]

Omega left Vanity one too?

[Okay listen, maybe he's been keeping an eye out for Luna since this morning, and finally spotted her leaving the kitchen. And maybe he very silently follows her down to the library. He can be surprisingly light-footed when he wants to, and he thinks he's following at a safe enough distance, anyway.

So, once she's got a few books, he's just going to lean on one of the pillars behind her and say:]

Planning on making your own library?

[ Augh. Luna's ears pin. Even if she sort of heard something, she didn't think it was Quark! What does he even want now? ]

'Tis only for today.

[ there are too many books for today unless she's a crazy speedreader or something. which like. she could be you don't know! ]

Yeah.

[She sighs a little, not yet looking up and scrubbing back in the timeline a little.]

-TRADING OF BARBS AND INSULTS. I HAVE ENJOYED IT IMMENSELY. YOU WERE A WORTHY OPPONENT.

YOU AND I WERE ALSO MORE ALIKE THAN WE WERE DIFFERENT. BUT-

[Stop. Rewind.]

-SO MORE ALIKE THAN WE WERE DIFFERENT.
-MORE ALIKE THAN WE WERE DIFFERENT-
-MORE ALIKE THAN WE WERE DIFF-
-MORE ALIKE TH-

[~~TRAITOROUS CLOD, TRAITOROUS CLOD, TRAITOROUS CLOD~~ Vanity shuts off the playback, finally looking at Aoi.]

...what do you think. Anything to that?

The fuck's that supposed to-

[And as Vanity looks down from the sky, arms folded, she has a brief start and jerks an inch to the side as, for a second, a stern man sporting a gaping hole in his chest looms beside her. The phantom businessman is gone as soon as he arrives, but it takes a second for Vanity to visibly relax.]

[Relatively, anyway.]

Ah. Pissballs.

[A second voice. Aoi can't help but call out despite herself:]

Are you the one who blocked--...

[Then Aoi sees somebody next to her and finds herself distracted. She reaches out to her, but she's gone as quickly as she appeared.]

Miyuki...

Edited 2025-08-19 18:51 (UTC)

[Astarion says nothing.

He's been avoiding people since the trial, after all. And though Omega may have entered the bar even after being banned, Astarion has stayed out of it entirely. He doesn't even react verbally to this latest motive.

What could possibly happen now? He's ready to leave when he sees someone in the corner of his eyes, and bolts.]

[ Hey, mods! Is there any energy signature to go with the second voice, or is this all Typhon?

No matter the answer, Riful spends an awful long time trying to figure it out. For all she knows, that thing has been staring at her all the while. ]

[ In reality, she's only there for a moment. The hallucination may be shared, but nobody else has the senses necessary to feel what Riful does. They see an innocent, blank-faced young woman, hardly more than a child... which might be less reassuring now that everyone knows what someone who looks like Riful is capable of, admittedly.

She sees something she can never possibly kill, a wellspring of power that could take over the world whenever it suits her fancy. She could take on Typhon. She could level the entire island and crack the barrier like an egg. Isley's woman winks out of sight after a second, and so does her yoki, but the sense of dread remains. Storming off to the forest in a huff, which she 100% does, can't conceal what she's just betrayed.

This is what fear looks like on her. None of you have ever seen it before. ]

[There is a different energy coming from the voice. Separate for Typhon, but no less powerful.]

[It takes a while for Vanity to follow Riful. Maybe that's consideration, time to let Riful compose herself from that reaction and get her shit together. But let's be real, it's because other things were happening and also Vanity is very much not at home in nature.]

[She pokes through the foliage cautiously, eyes sharp and with an occasional nervous light.]

You there, Riful? ...I'll take it as a favor if you don't try impaling me on approach here. A free coffee at the cafe or something. Discounted, at least.

[ Has she felt it anywhere before? She'll forget all about it the second she looks down and sees Priscilla, but, you know, in this moment. ]

[It's almost like... No, she hasn't.]

[ Come Sunday morning, Velvet is up uncharacteristically early to go to the stables, Ferdinand's list of care of instructions in hand. It's not as if she got much sleep anyway, so she may as well. She goes about it somewhat awkwardly, as someone unused to this kind of work. Thank goodness for how detailed the instructions are, at least.

She counts herself lucky that she's familiar enough to Derick that he doesn't fuss much when she goes to feed him.

On the other hand, once she gets to Liora— ]

Ferdinand, why does your horse have to hate me...

[ Look. It's impressive how much of a murderous aura this single war horse can direct at a person. ]

[ Later that afternoon, she finally wills herself to go to the fourth floor crafts room so she can make death shrouds. Even with what they know after the seance, it...felt wrong to not make them for Ferdinand and Omega. She figures it's also as good a time as any to go through the messages left for her, since she couldn't bring herself to do it last night.

Once she's picked out fabric and thread, she settles down and plays Omega's message first. The expression on her face is difficult to read, but she seems pretty downcast nonetheless.

Then, she opens Ferdinand's letter for her. She bites her lower lip as she reads through it, finally scrubbing at her eyes with one hand. ]

...Idiot. What's the point of going to the stars if you aren't there?

[After the motive, Aoi is going to try and distract herself via inspecting the lifts. They’ll have to blow them up to get further down, yeah? She should focus on that.]

cw: infidelity, sexual themes, slut shaming, bad vibes, & totono spoilers in this prompt

[At some point when Aoi is outside, while avoiding thinking about all of the issues with the motive, she finds herself in someone’s living room that appeared out of nowhere. Four people’s silhouettes flicker as they eat cake, and one slender, bowtie-wearing person hands a small box to a shaggy-haired boy with no other distinctive features. Aoi freezes at the sight while he opens it sadistically slowly.

”Wow! It’s the same hairpin I gave Aoi!”

Aoi scrambles in her pockets for her hairpin, as if following the exact script of the scene.]

No, Aoi didn’t…

[Please don’t put her through this again. Even if she thinks she deserves it.

The TV comes to life with security footage of a corner store, and a silhouette that looks like Aoi with that slender person. The shaggy-haired boy stands up, speaking in a forced calm.

”Tell me, Aoi. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend, aren’t we? So why were you kissing him?”]

…Shinichi…

[She knows what’s coming. She doesn’t feel prepared for it.]

open to you know who (likely cw for Several Things and Totono spoilers)

[Sometime later, Aoi is out staring at the end of the cliff, holding her phone. She’s alone.

Well, not really. A dark-haired girl has settled comfortably next to her.]

You’re…are you really Miyuki? You can’t be, right?

The real Miyuki…would never want to see Aoi again.

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Week seven

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Monday

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Wednesday

Thursday

MOTIVE: There Is So Much Guilt Inside Your Heart [cw: hallucinations]

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Cafe

Library

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