MOCK ROUND - WEEK 1

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All of the guests awoke in their rooms, just like they had before.

Yesterday had been a day of surprises.
First, they'd finally met the person who had brought them here.
Secondly, they'd learned they were going to be playing a false murder mystery for two weeks.
And most important, they learned that wishes could be granted if they won this game.🗈

Still, for now, it seemed like there wasn't much to do. Was the Witch already in talks with the 'Murderer'? Was the 'victim' already decided upon?

There was no way to know until some day later this week, apparently.

Still, it wasn't all bad. The island was beautiful and the climate just perfect for beachgoing, or taking a cosy walk in the garden. There were also board and card games which would be produced upon request, to help ease the boredom of it all.

Though, perhaps the guests would prefer to get to know each other instead? On maybe get into some trouble as they roamed the island.

Yet, with only a fake game in front of them....there's no proper sense of foreboding, is there?

....But maybe all of this...

...Is just the calm before the storm.


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Mock Round Calendar

Comments

[helmdivide]

You should try the cake. It's really tasty.

[ Hmmm. He's not really sure if he's seen him actually eat. So maybe hanging around here could be useful? ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He looks in the direction of said cake before shaking his head, his tone light... in spite of the words definitely edging towards mockery. ]

Of course you'd suggest the cake.

[ nEVERMIND HE'S BEEN HANGING OUT BY IT ]

[helmdivide]

Aww. Is it because I'm sweet?

[ :d ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ How does every interaction just bring an increase in the desire to Punch. ]

No. Because you act like you're five.

[ .............. funny you'd be the one to say that, Vanitas. ]

[helmdivide]

Thanks- Hey!

[ Wow. Rude. But he'll just reach across him for some cake. Check out this reach. He has six inches on you, dude. ]

I think someone is super hungry if they are this grumpy already.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Thanks, he hates that. He huffs at that last part, too. ]

I'm not.

[ Never mind the very soft sound of a stomach growling, if you listen closely. He just stares up at Jack with a frown that can easily be heard. ]

What's with everyone, so far, trying to feed me, today...

[helmdivide]

[ He heard that. ]

If you say so.

[ Just going to chill there and get a fork to eat the cake slowly right next to him. ]

How do you eat anyways?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ STARING AT THE CAKE... ]

How do you think?

[ So very to the tune of: Duh. ]

[helmdivide]

I don't know, dude. We have a long moogle and a really tall guy with hair. I wouldn't be surprised if you were also covered in hair or if that was a part of you.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Well, honestly, this is something he just really doesn't want to go into, period. Not with a(n annoying) stranger.

... A long... moogle?

HE'S JUST. STARING AT HIM HARD NOW... ]

Ah. Looks like you figured out my true form.

[ He, too, is a long moogle.




Kupo. ]

[helmdivide]

So you're actually cute under there. That explains a lot.

[ Said like he actually believes it. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ ???????????????????????????????????? ]

What?

[helmdivide]

You have to carefully maintain that image. That way people will take you seriously.

[ Sage nod ]

I get it. Your secret is safe with me.

[ Another bite of his cake. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ WHAT THE?? HECK???

????????

??????????????????






Although, that cake is gonna be getting smeared right into Jack's face if he isn't quick enough to stop it. ]

[helmdivide]

[ If you can dodge a cake, you can dodge a ball.

Jack is just going to grab Vanitas' wrist as the cake comes within inches of his face. ]

Whoa now. Aren't there steps you're missing before being close enough to feed someone?

[ This is moving way too face.

He's balancing his own cake rather precariously in his other hand. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Why do words like this keep coming out of his mouth!!!

But, okay, fine. He'll stop trying to smear cake in his face. Sigh. ]

What are you even talking about?

[helmdivide]

[ Because that's where words are supposed to come out. ]

Look, I'm flattered and all, but we just met.

[ Yeah, words are just going to keep coming. Also he still has that wrist. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Tugging. His wrist now. Give it back???

Also, he's narrowing his eyes at him pretty fiercely. ]

Flattered by what, exactly? [ this smirk is the smirk of someone ready to stab you, dude ] By me wanting to cover your stupid face?

[helmdivide]

[ It's his now-

Okay, he'll actually let him go. Don't go smacking yourself on accident there. ]

Hey, don't be jelly.

[enter_the_darkness]

[


what ]

Your world either has some seriously stupid slang, or you just like tossing random words out for the heck of it.

[helmdivide]

Man, you have a lot to learn.

[ Let him take you under his wing, little angry furry. He can show you the world. ]

It's slang. Definitely slang.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Just staring at him for a moment, and then releasing a sigh as he leans against the counter, arms folded over his chest. ]

It's definitely stupid slang.

[ YES, VANITAS. YOU SAID THIS ALREADY, VANITAS. ]

[helmdivide]

Here. Eat up, Mr. Grump.

[ Time to find out if his helmet opens up into a mouth??? ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Well

Suddenly, there's

Cake...

... on his helmet??? Vanitas is just sitting there "calmly" and staring hard. (Ignore the way his hands are curling into fists and it's alllll just fiiiiiiine...) ]

Seriously?

[helmdivide]

Oh hey. Guess that's not part of your head.

[ Not his fault Vanitas didn't open his mouth or take off his helmet to eat, right? ]