foundationmods (
foundationmods) wrote in
thefoundation2019-02-16 12:32 pm
Entry tags:
MOCK WEEK - WEEK 1 TRIAL
It was noon on Friday.
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing...the moment the chimes rang out through the hall, they felt a change.
The world...began to expand, as they felt themselves leaving the world they were on, and towards another, much larger world...🗈
This new world looked like...the inside of an ornate courtroom, like something that wouldn't be too far from some kind of grand fantasy novel.
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?
The Witch, Lambdadelta was there, sitting in the most important place, smiling brightly at everyone. There was no music to be heard, but... perhaps on another plane, in another place, someone else heard music as they gazed upon the proceedings.
As they looked around, they might have also been surprised to see that their forms had changed - perhaps only slightly, or a much more dramatic change. It seemed like this place demanded a different form in some way, even if it was just a change of clothing.
...There was a deep silence in the room, one that no one wanted to break. It was the faint tension in the air, like the moments before a race or a competition begins.
Yesterday had been the start of the game. But now, armed with all they knew...now, they had to truly go up against the Witch, and somehow.....win.
Right?

no subject
no subject
no subject
He might have tried to shut the door on them. Might be when he tried writing the message, but the killer pushed his way in anyways.
no subject
He gets stabbed, slumps over against the door to keep them out... then they use the window to get in and shoot him?
... no way... is why the weapons were hidden in two places because there was two people involved?
no subject
Either they used the window, or managed the door again. There was blood up to the middle of the room, right? So maybe Riku was trying to move away. Hey, I know it's dumb, but do you think someone could have leaned him against the door? So when they were shutting it behind them, his body could have kept it closed?
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
There was dried blood on the door handle, yes.
no subject
Okay. Then maybe he was holding the door closed, trying to get a message out during that time before he was interrupted by the killer pushing his way in.
no subject
no subject
[ He's trying to make a knife out his fingers and then the door with the other. ]
no subject
And they're running out of time. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
no subject
[ It just seems like a lot of work, but then who knows how much the killer planned first? ]
no subject
[Occam's Razor this shit, maybe?]
Riku let someone into his room. They were talking, somewhere in the middle, when they stabbed him in the stomach and chest. At some point, he was defending himself and was also stabbed in the hand. He may have been backing towards the door, in order to try and escape, but the door was locked, and then the killer used the gun to finish him off.
Before the bullets, however, he managed to write a message with the blood from his stab wounds.
no subject
no subject
...if the door and window were still locked- is it possible the killer stayed in the room overnight?
no subject
no subject
no subject
mods~
[He recalls where the words were when he was comparing himself to the door before: would it make more sense position-wise to be written while standing? Perhaps from behind the back?]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
[ Waving her over. ]
Okay, you're the killer and I'm Good- I'm Riku.
[ Want to roleplay? ]
no subject
You're saying that the killer would have to be about Riku's size.
[Which she is now, but if Jack wants someone to throw Riku around, then in real life? He'd need another musclebound jock or something. Hm.]
(no subject)
(no subject)