MOCK ROUND INTRO LOG

[foundationmods]

Welcome to Rokkenjima. This island may just be a copy in the middle of reformation, but the Witch extends her greetings all the same. Please, relax.

This game is just a trial run, but please do not think you can sleep through this. The Witch fully intends to put the system through its paces, so please put up a good fight.

The difficulty level depends on you. Think deeply on your moves during this short play time.

You wake with a start - even if you don't remember falling asleep in the first place - and find yourself standing on the dock of what looks like an island. There's a noise behind you - and if you turn to look, you'll see a plain white boat taking off and leaving you all behind, not stopping for a second if you try to flag them down or scream at them.

It doesn't look like you can swim to shore, either - there's nothing but sea in all directions, and something tells you trying to swim out will end up badly. However, a small dip, if you were so inclined, would be fine. It's not like the weather is bad for it - it feels like it's summer, despite whatever it was when you laid eyes on the envelope.

...Speaking of, Every last one of you have an envelope in your hands, with a gold letter 'L' on it. It's the same letter you were reading before you 'woke' up here, after all. More than that, those of you who had supernatural or magical abilities will feel...strange, as if your abilities are being forcibly blocked. Try as you might, you just can't use them - though all of your physical abilities are intact, of course.

If you decide to head up the path, you'll find Goat....men? waiting for you near the doors to the mansion. Despite their bright red eyes, they merely bow politely and wordlessly bring you into the mansion, showing you your rooms and then stating that they will prepare food for you or anything else you should need whenever you want, in surprisingly deep voices.

As they leave, you can't help but wonder...

What did you just get yourself into?


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AN ENTRANCE

[strawberryshortcackle]

[On Sunday morning, the Goats wake everyone up and bid them get dressed and ready, as if they're about to meet someone important. Once everyone is ready, the Goats usher them into the grand ballroom, where the cuter picture of the woman is. In the middle of the hall, a massive dining table has been set - but it seems empty, though there are plates and silverware set up on it. There's also a few other tables scattered around with seats, in case people want to sit. For a moment, the hall is still and quiet -

And then, almost unnoticed, sparks begin to form in front of the large table. They glimmer and glow in a multitude of colors, forming together to make a bright shape - no, a...person? - clinging for a moment before suddenly scattering and zooming around the hall. The effect is like seeing hundreds of fireflies zoom about - though anywhere the glowing lights touch, things change.

Cute banners appear on the walls, tables, and eves, even though they definitely weren't there before. Drinks suddenly appear, in all sorts of shapes and sizes and flavors, giving a sweet smell into the air. The large table suddenly becomes filled with all sorts of food, from savory meat dishes to scrumptious looking vegetable dishes and even large, soft looking cakes and pastries - and scattered everywhere around the dishes are small sweets and candies, interlaced with the glimmer of pearls and small pumpkins.

Their job done, the lights reform at the center of the table as a person again - which glows bright enough to blind them all for just a second before they vanish, leaving behind...

Her. The woman they've seen in the Portraits around - and even as she floats down and lands on the ground in a graceful curtsy, it's hard to tell how old she is. She could, indeed, be the grinning, cute young girl in the portrait behind her in the hall - but as her red eyes gaze around at everyone with an impish smile, you could also see the traces of the maturity and adulthood in the portrait in the foyer, the same knowing look. Maybe she's just a petite woman instead?

Either way, it doesn't matter - because she quickly spreads her arms towards her guests.]

Welcooooome~! I'm so glad all of you responded to my little letter. I am the great and cute Lady Lambdadelta, Witch of Certainty. I'll be your host for this game ☆

[She winks, mischievously.]

Now, I'm sure you're all incredibly worried about what kind of game you'll have to play to get a shot at a wish granting from me, and I'll answer that! Buuuuut first, I'm going to relieve a few of your worries and lay down a few rules.

First off: No one here will be permanently die. They won't be permanently injured, either. So anything that happens during the game is only for the game, got it?

[The moment she says those words, they practically sizzle with power, appearing in the air directly in front of her in glowing red.]

Second: You can do anything you want while on the grounds - but don't smash stuff up, okay? Well, too much, anyway. *Cackle*! Of course, anything that happens during the game is fine. You could even blow up a part of the wall, if you wanted to - if it was to cover your tracks.

Hm? What do I mean by covering your tracks? Wellll....I wonder ☆ I'll explain it in a second, so just be patient, okaaaay?

Lastly, don't try to escape off the island. You won't get anywhere, and if you get eaten in the woods or drown at sea, I won't be rescuing you~ after all, if someone leaves the game, then they're not playing anymore, right? Ah, but if one of you tries it, I'll be replacing you with one of the extra players waiting in the wings.

[She claps her black-gloved hands together after that, making a loud noise.]

Okaaaay! So, you're all wondering what I'm going to have you play, right? You just can't wait to find out what it is, riiiiight? Well, your long wait is over ☆~


This game is a Murder Mystery.

Each of these weeks, there'll be a murder - perpetrated by one of you! You'll have to check out the scene and play Sherlock, Poirot, Fletcher, Wright - whatever detective you like, it doesn't matter - and present a theory to me at Trial that points at a Human Culprit.

Huuuuh? 'Human Culprit'? Oh, you don't have to say anything - I saw that question written aaaaall over your faces, you know?

See, the trick to this game is that I'm going to claim I caused the murder, and show you how I, the wonderful and powerful Lambdadelta, killed them! It's your job to deny me. ...Of course, you could just give in, too. But where's the fun in that? *cackle*!

If all of you manage to figure out who both the killers were, I'll grant you a wish. Just remember I said you're presenting theories to me, okaaaay~?

In addition, If you kill someone and get away with it - if they don't create a theory with you as the culprit - At the end of the two weeks, only your wish will be granted. After all, you worked hard and outsmarted everyone for your wish! So you deserve it the most ☆

Oh, and don't cry that you never signed up for this. You all agreed to be here, either verbally or inside your hearts. Everyone has a wish they want granted, you know? You should be grateful to me, for being willing to grant whatever you want~

[With a flourish, she snaps her fingers, and a Goat butler quickly scoots a chair behind her so she can sit down.]

Feel free to talk to me all you want - and have all the food you want, too! Everything's safe, trust me - I'll be eating too.

[And, indeed, one of the Goats grabs a plate and puts food on it, which she starts digging into.

Huh.]

[beastlybruno]

[... What has he gotten himself into?

Bruno doesn't touch the food for a second. He's eyeing the witch with scrutiny, her words repeating themselves in his head. The wish. It's too good to be true, he's learned that. But if that's the case, why is he here? And if this is supposed to be a murder-]

Hey, wait a second! If you're telling people to kill each other, how are you sure they'll be alive and well after the game?

[strawberryshortcackle]

Weren't you listening? I'm The Witch of Certainty. If I say that something will 'certainly' happen, then it will happen every single time. If I say you could flip a coin and get heads 100 times in a row, then it'll happen - do you want to test it out?

[A goat holds out a single NP coin to Bruno.]

[dawnwardspiral]

[ And what an entrance it was indeed - the Witch's supernatural power is seemingly and incredibly ... flashy, if Riku had to pick a word for it. His expression is grim as her explanation is more in-depth than he expected, however his eyebrows raise once it breaches the topic of murder.

Then her words as she indicated towards the end grip him tightly like a vice. "Oh, and don't cry that you never signed up for this. You all agreed to be here, either verbally or inside your hearts..."

Someone's already raised an objection he was thinking of, so he'll propose a new one. ]

What's the real reason you've brought us here to play this "game" of yours? You're getting something else out of this too, aren't you? What is it?

[ Riku is thinking it might be 'watching people trying to kill each other', but he wants to hear what she has to say first. ]

[strawberryshortcackle]

Hmmm...well, a Witch's eternal enemy is boredom.

[So yeah, exactly what he's thinking - though she does pause.]

....And, there are two newbies I'm training. But really, you're all getting off light! This is just a trial run, you know? I could have just brought you all here without even offering to grant your wishes!

[helmdivide]

Boy, this sure is a grave topic for breakfast.

[ He says this while he puts a piece of cake on his plate. ]

[strawberryshortcackle]

Not really? We're just going to play a game.

[curryparty]

[He listens in on the other conversations, eyeing the food with a mix of curiosity and caution. This is... super incredible magic...]

I wanted to ask... does your magic require a sacrifice of any sort, Lady Lambdadelta?

[strawberryshortcackle]

Not at all! I mean, I can get a little tired if I use magic a lot, but it's no different from doing anything else.

[overlordad]

[Takashi listens to the rules carefully, pondering. And then suddenly moves, with almost inhuman (but not quite) quickness, grabbing one of the forks and holding it up to the throat of the closest person. Poor Asuma.]

But if I killed someone right now, in front of everyone, already it'd be proven you didn't do it, right?

[He'd be forfeiting his wish, but he's curious about her answer.]

[curryparty]

[Oh welp this is his life now. Asuma freezes in place.]

[beastlybruno]

[Takashi's getting glared at by a mutant dog thing across the table. Don't even think about it.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ JUST SEEMS AMUSED..... ]

[dawnwardspiral]

[ Honestly, moments like this has made Riku ultimately glad that no one he knows ended up here. Still, he's not exactly pleased with this. ]

...If I were you, I'd let him go.

[helmdivide]

[ Munching on food. ]

[strawberryshortcackle]

[She giggles, looking incredibly amused as she munches on a piece of cake.]

Oh, go right ahead and try. Ah, but -

I can say with certainty that you'll never even manage to touch him with that fork.

[ladyscarred]

Don't.

[Why would you target the sweet boy of all people?]

[artificialhighness]

[She would be popcorning at all of this, if she ate popcorn, that is.

As it is, she's just watching with some kind of mute curiosity as the shenanigans get wilder and wilder and wilder. At least the witch can keep her players in line, supposedly. Once Takashi's done forking and yeeting people:]

You're someone who learns by doing, I see.

[ladyscarred]

[Yes, she's attending breakfast in her cloak. She will wear it until she loses the reason to wear it. But Scarred watches the light show and the speech with a frown. Because what did she wish for?

But she coughs into a hand to draw attention. Not even reaching to eat yet.]

You say we need to solve a murder that one of us will commit. And that you're going to claim it was yourself... But you've already said that one of us would be the perpetrator?

[She's not squinting, not outwardly. But you just said you'd be scapegoating?]

[strawberryshortcackle]

Yep. That's what you're playing against - the 'illusion of the witch' so to speak.

[She shifts, taking a sip of her tea.]

Hm, maybe I should put it another way. You know how when a crime occurs when there's no police or law enforcement around, and everyone goes 'hm, instead of getting involved in this, maybe we should just pretend none of us did this', and acts like they don't know anything. Sometimes, they'll even blame it on 'an act of god' or 'well, he went into a house that was haunted, so clearly this wasn't anyone's fault.'

I'm not even looking for 'the culprit', you know? What I want all of you to do...is just decide if you want to point the fingers at each other, or blame something you can't punish to spare the group.

[iblistriggered]

[For some reason, Silver walks in (clanking) wearing a full suit of armor... except there's still no pants.

He sure has a lot of questions about all this!! But first....

He walks directly into Lambdadelta's pretty little table]

Oop...

[strawberryshortcackle]

[JUST

FUCKING CACKLES

and floats over, taking off the armor plate from his head.]

As cute as it is to see you running into stuff, I don't want you spilling any of the food~ oh, and you should take a good look at what I've prepared for all of you, okaaaay?

[artificialhighness]

[She's been here the whole time, probably, because robots don't sleep -- they also don't eat, so all this sumptuous spread is really just eyecandy and she's spending most of her time watching over everyone else eating and prodding at the witch. There's a small light of curiosity in her eye, but she's letting the humans (and other) have the run of the show.

They are all so very motivated, after all. It would be a shame to interfere with that.

For the eagle-eyed, her right hand is bandaged and there may be spots of blood on the bandage? But she told some people she's a robot, right? Fushigi mystery. She doesn't seem to be paying it any mind.]

The price is a kind of death. I suppose you could play it that way.

[There's the mildest sense of distaste in her voice as she waits for everyone yeeting people and flipping coins and whatever to die down. So to speak.]

Are you treating us all as "Humans", then?

[strawberryshortcackle]

Yeah, pretty much. Even a being like you is 'mortal', right?

[At least, that's how she sees it.]

[accitio]

[ This is a lot of information to get at once. Even so, Lunafreya listens carefully and quietly, she even listens in on a few of the other conversations going on around her. ]

You have my thanks, Lady Lambdadelta, for your kind treatment of us thus far. Though I cannot imagine a world where a host does not know her guests, it would be remiss of me not to introduce myself. I am Lady Lunafreya Nox Fleuret and it is an honor to meet you, even amidst such peculiar circumstances.