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thefoundation2020-05-02 07:08 pm
finalring) wrote in thefoundation2020-05-02 07:08 pm
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the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.
The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.
There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?
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unless someone does a private thread then he'll leave for real. But he can be caught checking on the group once and a while, likely after his friend is asleep. So if you want to talk to him, he's grabbable.On Sunday he gets food and patrols, but he still mostly stays in the bedrooms. If anyone needs him though, he's willing to leave for short bursts... if a bit anxiously]
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How are you holding up?
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Useful, vital, expert in ghosts, and completely necessary for their survival, but...the animal of the crew, instead of a crew member.
Maybe the fact he's not a crew member is why he decides to try to talk to him about something. He needs an objective opinion. If there's anyone he trusts can give some advice, it's Sissel. At a time when Date isn't around in Room 4, Emil peeks his head out of the room]
Sissel, can you come over here for a moment? I want to talk.
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for some reason, he feels his legs direct him back to the living room, where the remains of rin and zabuza lay still; dead.
he walks up to rin's corse--what remains of her at least, uncaring of getting his shoes dirtied. who cared about such a thing now? now when everything had gone to hell, when he had voted not for one, but two of the most important people in someone's life? and all for the sake of the chance at being rescued?
he kneels down in front of her, rin's glazed eyes staring back up at him. two votes. ]
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
[ for the first time in what feels like forever, romani lets himself cry in front of the person that he feels he himself killed.
afterwards, romani can be found in the dining room. for once, his hands are uncovered, as he stares blankly at a ring that's on the table.
and on sunday? romani will be around. it looks like he's looking for something, though... hm. ]
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Lose something?
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A... ring? Are you married Dr. Archaman?
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Don't cry. We'll take good care of her.
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dining room;
His eyes flickered over to the ring for but a moment. ]
Take that with you and follow me.
[ If they were going to talk, he'd prefer it be elsewhere. The dining room itself was too popular a destination, he felt. ]
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...Doctor.
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we can never tell anyone ]
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Of course, Subete pretty much left as soon as the execution got its claws in and done, so he's entirely skipped the post-event grieving and tears and sundry (and not-so-dry). There really wasn't anything left to see at that point. Just at the moment, he's frankly just passing by the dining room on his way from somewhere else.
Probably the library, judging by his armful of books, but he's transporting some that have managed to escape the murder whirlwind, so he can make a stop to sate his curiosity. Or maybe just to doublecheck whether his roommate has finally lost it -- it's not out of the question, really.]
Hmm, sensei? Stare any harder at that ring and someone is going to start questioning you about it. [tap, tap, his fingers go against the spine of the nearest book] Or is there some other meaning to your staring contest?
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Instead...He can be found in The Guest bedroom, on the bed, holding onto a certain red sweater that belonged to a girl who's no longer here.
He doesn't move much, just to get the essentials - but he stays there the entire weekend, his eyes looking almost as dead as the rest of the ghosts there.]
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On Sunday she can be found in the library, trying to see if there's any books that are not only undamaged, but worth salvaging. ...Unfortunately, she's not much of a reader anyway, so this is a largely pointless endeavor that she clearly isn't putting much heart into.]
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[ romani seems to have come to do the same thing. mostly to distract himself, though. ]
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Saturday, Ango can be found in his room, sitting on his bed. He will either be writing in his notebook or falling asleep while writing in his notebook, but either way he's in his bed doing that.
On Sunday, he actually gets out of bed and wanders the house a bit. He seems to be making sure all the food in the pantry makes it to the kitchen.]
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and the door is shutting when Dazai enters the pantry before Ango can leave at one point]
Let's have a chat. Ango.
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the Library's a mess, the Trophy Room's also a crime scene, the Guest Bedroom has a grieving redhead...
basically Dazai has no idea where to go immediately after the trial...
later on, though, he'll probably head back to Room 2 if only because... where else to go, really?
Sunday, he can be found in the Laundry Room mostly quietly getting bandages freshened up, or in the Library... mostly seeing if he can salvage any German books...]
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Want a distraction or just some where quiet for a bit?
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...so yeah, he’s in Room 3 all weekend, in his bed, facing the wall. He’s not leaving of his own volition.]
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...Do you... need to eat? Biologically, rather than if you are hungry or not.
[Wait, that actually sounds pretty bad when she puts it like that.]
...I ask this as someone who is non-human themselves.
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[The adrenaline was burnt out. The edge of shrewd arguments and reckless brinkmanship had died down. And the result had been the woman known as Ushiromiya Rosa would, god willing, live for one more week.
But the contradictions were taking their toll. She was still a husk of what she'd been when she first came through the doors. Allies were decreasing. Potential enemies, if not outright enemies were staying right where they were...
She couldn't look at anyone without thinking "Did they vote for her?"
...But, she didn't have the strength to confront anyone. Not yet. The pain in her stomach, heart, and head wasn't gone. And her immediate goal was to just try to continue not-dying.
She did have questions for Battler, but he was going to be even higher on the 'traumatized' scale, and she knew pushing him again wasn't going to be good for either of them. Not yet, anyway.
Maybe someone would approach her, or maybe she'd just throw herself into Ky's bed and be emotionally dead.]
Sunday
[Sunday was a little better... time helped. She needed more allies. She needed to make herself useful But she had to do it in a way that it wasn't obvious...
...oh who the fuck was she kidding; it was going to be obvious. She'd just focus on satisfying her basic needs until the next 'vessel' showed up. She was around the kitchen, and the bathroom and room 5. And doing her best to escape any ghosts.]
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He could just drop it off and head back to his own room to get some more crying done, but he lingers after setting down the bowl. ]
Can I... do you mind if I sit with you for a minute?
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To be clear, he definitely isn't happy about that either; he hadn't had any problems with Rin and hadn't gotten satisfaction out of voting for her. But she'd also volunteered for death multiple times, so how would it have been any better to vote for someone who absolutely didn't want to die? Besides that, with her higher miasma concentration, she was probably going to be more of a liability than the others anyway.
...It would have been nice if it had been less gruesome and painful, though.
Anyway.
On Saturday, he'll be back in room 6 for the rest of the night, reading one of the books he'd taken from the library before it had its shit wrecked. He's sitting sideways on his bed with his back against the wall, facing Zabuza's empty bunk, and having a harder time focusing on this book than he should be.
On Sunday, he'll be going around the halls with his notebook to make a better sketch of the week's rooms than what he had before, so they can try to line the maps up more accurately going forward and get a better feel for exactly where the center of the web really is. (There is also a terrible drawing of what appears to be a fat velociraptor on the previous page, if you're looking that hard.) ]
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[Her hand raised up a pre-written note for when he turned around:
"Meeting?"]
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[After the trial, Date first makes a pit stop back over to Room 4 (who thankfully hasn't lost someone else this week? small victories) before wandering back over to the extra bathroom. After he dumps a thing into the garbage, he'll pause before moving over to collect whatever extra toiletries he can hold. He'll eventually drop this stuff off in the shared bathroom and he might make a couple more rounds of moving stuff before he returns back to his own room. Regardless of where you run into him though, he'll stick around for some conversation.]
2. Atypical Insouciance
[On Sunday, Date is back to grabbing whatever the hell else isn't nailed down like a lot of others, although after moving some cans of food to the pantry, he'll be over at the library. The less that's said about whatever he's browsing is probably for the better, although you might catch him staring down at a couple of rather... explicit covers for a bit before shoving them back into the shelves.]
3. Wildcard
[Make up a location or prompt for either day, friends! The sky is the limit!!]
Sunday
Really? At a time like this?
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[Saturday evening finds Subete scavenging the remains of the library, patiently and studiously ignoring the wreckage around him -- he's already picked and chosen anything really important or interesting earlier in the week, because trapped as it is (or was) the library is still an important resource.
He's got some unscathed books with him, most of them look like novels -- one or two might be nonfiction or books on philosophy, though all of them look unnecessarily heavy or difficult, is he showing off or something!! -- but he does gingerly pick up the ones that might have magic damage or just plain water damage. Damn it, Haku, have your fight to the death in a more convenient location next time.]
... It seems a pity to leave any of them here, but filling the rest of the house with books -- you never know when there might be an even more interesting library somewhere in the recesses of this place. We've seen a few extra rooms now, haven't we?
[Is that really the priority here???
Even later, he can be found in the kitchen... inserting some of the water-damaged books into the literal freezer section of the refrigerator?? They're sitting next to the soup and whatever else people have shoved in there by now. Please tell me no one's keeping spare body parts in there.]
II. Devotions for the Dearly Departed (Room 1)
[Those who reside in Room 1 have been privy to several things over the weeks, and especially this week: firstly, that this particular roommate takes his time to clear the room of miasma most days in the morning, though it seems to be taking less and less later in the day. How inconvenient. He hasn't bothered to renew the spell when it fades, because who has the time for that. Secondly, there's just been, uh, a steadily building pile of books in his corner of the room.
It started with one or two left scattered on his bunk, then piled next to it, then under it, then they started migrating to the table or going around the perimeter, and by the time post-trial rolls around it's literally just. His bunk is now a library. At least his is a bottom bunk, so a certain unfortunate doctor doesn't have books falling on his head......]
Mind your step. I'll put those away in a little while.
[Yeah, sorry, now there's literally just books sitting by the door, apparently in waiting to be sorted. Someone please stop him. Or I guess the room change will stop him. Subete himself is reclining on his bed and paging through a small volume that he's been seen reading now and again in previous weeks. Is now really the time, though...........]
III. Wildcard (Hallways, etc.)
[On Sunday, he's just generally around, though it's fairly early in the morning -- a little past his normal ass o'clock wake up time, but a little closer to sane people waking hours. This is the time of day when he goes for a quick jog around the halls, and maybe it's just the light of the mansion, or the absolute lack of sunlight, or the effects of miasma-light, but he is somewhat noticeably paler than in earlier weeks.
This is what happens when you eat MREs all day long, huh.
So he's pretty much anywhere around the mansion, or you can throw whatever at me, it's fine!! This is the wildcard option, mostly!!]
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Don't forget the lack of sun. [ Like last Sunday he's dressed in his Foundation uniform. ]
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do you realize what you've signed up for fishy!!!
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He really doesn't want to set foot in his room again. With Rin's empty bunk above him, and Flayn's across the room, and Seteth right there doing his own grieving... But at the same time, after everything that's happened, he really just wants to sleep. What else is he going to do? So on Saturday night, after delivering Rosa her soup, he'll be in Room 3, sleeping off the day's events, or trying to. It doesn't come easy.
On Sunday, he's occasionally in the library, trying to distract himself by flipping through some of the undamaged books, though his heart's clearly not in it. Sometimes he pokes his head into the pantry, determining which of the questionable cans he can salvage as soup side dishes. The rest of the time, he's just wandering, feeling bad about himself. Fun times for Giovanni. ]
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maybe it'll cheer him up to notice Dazai's using the bandanna as neck bandages?]
Ah, Boss. Were you looking for something?
[look, he knows it cheers Giovanni up to be called Boss so he's just not going to stop now.]
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On Sunday, he can be found snooping in the library. If you're a teenager or one of the girls, he'll pull out a book on poems. However if you're a guy, he's definitely pulling out a novel that is basically Victorian Smut Fiction. ]
Have you looked this over yet? I'm curious if it's any good.
[ Later on, his hair will be up in a bun, and he will be sitting in the hall way with a notebook and pencil. He seems to be working on realistic sketches of everyone from the house.
Pausing to look at anyone walking by to give a grin. Waving them over. ]
Come here. I want to know what you think.
[ Late at night, he will be up to the usual. Going around the house with a chair to climb up and place a paper charm in four places of the newer rooms for his barrier.
He may have also forgotten to let a certain cat know what he's up. Whoops. ]
[ If anyone would like a private word with him, they can probably catch him practicing flute some where or back in Room Seven. ]
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Uh... no, I haven't. Have you?
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sunday sketches because smut is too easy of a target!!
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My commission is over, the new Vessel has been selected. If you didn't like me, well... you got another thing coming to you.
[ and once he's said his piece, Jack salutes one final time and makes his way out.
DISMISSED ]
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[he takes his coat from around his waist and puts it back on. COAT SWEET COAT]
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