MOCK ROUND - WEEK 1

[foundationmods]

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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Comments

[iblistriggered]

A marathon?! I don't want to do anything like that...! I just want to be able to walk around without getting winded...!

[he huffs and lies down completely on his back, covering his eyes to block the sun's rays]

You're lucky, you know? You don't have to worry about exercise, do you?

[artificialhighness]

But is that not what you're doing? You've been on the move all day, I think.

[Even a marathon with breaks is still a marathon!

She doesn't really have an investment either way, but she is pretty sure people usually block off their time more efficiently when they head out to exercise. Maybe things are different for this guy?]

But many humans tell us that, too. We are built not to tire. There are other things that can slow down a robot.

[iblistriggered]

.... Oh. I guess that is kind of a marathon, isn't it...

[derp. He sits up again]

Huh? Like what? [he's smashed up plenty of robots, but he's pretty sure that counts more as "killing" and not "slowing down"]

[artificialhighness]

Do you feel like you can breathe easier...?

[She is pretty sure organic beings don't improve quite that fast.

It's not always a measurable or quantifiable thing, after all. She is pretty sure he is just slowing down at this point.]

Age, in the earlier robots. The Ruin, in the unlucky ones. The humans in my homeland may be the lucky ones.

[iblistriggered]

Uughh... no... But it's stupid to expect change this soon anyway...

[that would be great but also pretty much impossible. He knows enough about exercise for that, at least]

[??] What's "the Ruin"?

[artificialhighness]

Well, I'm sure your muscles are changing even as we speak. The results will show later.

[They're totally changing!

... They're charging up with lactic acid! Enjoy the results later.

There's a brief shadow that sweeps across Luna's expression, but it only lingers in a bit of flatness behind her voice as she goes on.]

The Ruin is death to a robot. It's the breakdown of everything that they are; the plague upon the world.

[iblistriggered]

I hope so! I think I'm gonna keep it up even next week -- just in case something like this happens again.

[he definitely notices the change in her face]

That's awful... so... it's like a disease that only robots get?

[artificialhighness]

Robots, and anything made of our metals. But yes, I would say a disease is the easiest way to think of it.

[She stares down at her hand a moment, curling and uncurling the fingers.

The motion is fluid and careful. There is still a bit of bandaging there, trailing gently.]

[iblistriggered]

That's terrible... and there's no treatment or cure....?