Week 4 event

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INVESTIGATION (?)

Friday morning comes and goes with no dead bodies to discover. Saturday morning passes with no trial. For two days, it seems like the Lady might be keeping to her word. This might truly be a week of rest, with no outside trouble brought in.

(She takes no responsibility for the incident in the vents, so.)

But then on Saturday night, close to midnight, the sound cuts off throughout the resort. The cause of the sudden quiet is unknown, but one thing is clear: something bad has happened.

Investigate?


??? GUESTS REMAIN.

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[enter_the_darkness]

[ He does notice, but he doesn't point it out. ]

... But, I didn't.

[ Vanitas has no fucking clue why he's bothering to point that out... but he feels compelled to. ]

Implied major NDRV3 spoilers

[jumpedtheshark]

You....

[Oh. Oh She sees what happened now. There’s an deep dark angry look in her eyes and her hair starts wiggling around and lashing at the air violently.]

This was never a break. It was plain cheating... or bending the rules at least. I... was right about them.

[They are like her after all. It’s what she would do... and had done in the past. So... it’s rather hypocritical of her to desire the violent death of the manipulators behind this. But whatever.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He watches her hair moving, his eyebrows lifting considerably...

... There's a bit of awe in his expression? Fascination? This is kind of really cool to watch happen??? (He just lost a looooot of blood, spare him.) ]

In a game like this, it'd only be fair to expect cheating... right?

[jumpedtheshark]

I know. I expected it...

[A dark smile as her eyes flash occult blue, but no longer empty like Vanitas has seen in the past. There is a deep dark calculating rage filling them.]

....but that doesn’t mean I can’t get plain angry and hold a grudge, you know? They chose the wrong people to involve.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ And now he's looking... incredibly intrigued. There's a smirk tugging at his lips. ]

We should talk tomorrow.

[jumpedtheshark]

[Her smile grows and turns almost affectionate. This is what she likes about him, he catches on fast.]

Yeah... we will. Our future plans won’t make themselves.

[You can practically hear the implied murder in between future and plans.]