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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Comments

[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? ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ A quiet growl-like sound slips out as he snatches the helmet off... and then looks at the cake smear. ]

... [ Looks at Jack. ] ...

[ Then, with a smile - one that's more dangerous than humorous - he's going to try wiping it off on the front of his shirt. Or just wherever he can reach, tbh. ]

[helmdivide]

[ Wow. First he tries to feed him and now he's going for groping. Jack doesn't move out of the way, because he's a little distracted by that face a moment. ]

Wow. You looking different than I thought.

[ Also what is with those lashes? ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ S l o w l y... dragging it down the front of his shirt, btw.

And then he's frowning at all the staring??? It's enough to have his expression softening ever-so-slightly as he returns the favor.

... For a moment. Because there's a hint of something guarded entering his expression as he puffs out a sigh and rolls his eyes. ]

What about it?

[helmdivide]

[ Whoops. Looking away as he waves his hands. ]

You look way innocent.

[ Also that hair looks soft, but he has cake on his fingers. ]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ There's a soft blink, and then he's lifting both eyebrows at Jack. ]

Do I?

[ Well, that just gets a small smirk as he glances away. ]