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WEEK 3

Another week gone and it's still Christmas! Or is it? The paint on the walls is beginning to crack and fade, with especially large chunks in character's bedrooms revealing scratched words like "cantgetoutcantgetout" and "god help me i just want to go home i miss my home i miss my mother i miss" etc. Yikes! The locations page might be updated throughout the week as characters discover more. Seems like now's the perfect time to investigate and hope you'll get closer to finding out what's going on here. There's always more places to look and more things to find!

As a reminder that this week's activity check is now live! And as usual, it's never a bad time to submit threads for regains! Have you been naughty or nice? Naughty children still get presents too, don't worry. And if you'd like to check-in on Thursday night, you always can! You never know what fun you might run into.

So go exploring, find something new and pay no mind to the creepy writing on the walls. We're sure everything will be fine! After all, nothing ever goes wrong on Christmas, right?

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[ it's a nut. if you were a nutcracker, wouldn't you want to crack the world's biggest nut??

But yes, the bathroom is actually not themed. Smalls blessings! Try checking around the sink... might be some loose tiles around here. ]

[ohhh boy... after a little poking around, he'll make it to the sink to find those tiles, and just. take a moment to consider his choices before he tries to pry them off.]

[ This is exactly the kind of place where you expect to find creepy bone fragments or whatever. Or maybe that would be outside...?

Don't worry, Chuuya. It's not bones or anything dead. There's actually a folded piece of paper underneath one of the tiles. Might want to be careful when you unfold it, this paper looks pretty old. ]

[dead things would be fine, he's fine, he can totally handle it... just. keep that out of his bathroom.

but since it's not those it's extra fine!! he'll take care with that paper and make sure to unfold it slowly to see what kind of creepy stuff is up this time.]

[ Your creepy message is thus:

Sunday, January 17th, 19--
First batch arrived today. A motley bunch... but they will do. Already I can hear a few bickering. A woman has interrupted twice to demand this or that; she grates on the nerves already, but the thought of her throat slit and her filthy body broken comforts me. They mill around like sheep, bleating out their arrogance. They think their salvation is at hand. They think they are about to save themselves and leave the rest of humanity to die. Are there more fitting victims? I think not.
Ah. It's time to begin.

Wow, whoever wrote these was kind of an asshole, huh? ]

[YEAH THEY KIND OF WERE

assuming it'll hold together if he's cautious with it, chuuya will take that paper with him... he's taking some time to read it over a few more times first, though, in case it's going to end up falling apart.]

[uh

okay.

...

okay. he's going to shove that in his pocket and try not to think about it too hard. is there anything else under there.]

[...you know... he'll just go ahead and knock.]

Yo. Done with the creepy nutcrackers, I guess.

Been done with it for a while, yeah.

[chuuya pulls the door open a little wider there, gesturing at the nutcrackers. they're all staring at the bed.]

They did that on their own, I'm pretty sure. I'm through.

[Dorian's glad that you got your coat back, but it's the book that catches his eye.]

... Is that what I think it is?

...yeah, I was wondering if they'd do that.

[yikes.]

Yeah, all I've got is some weird Stantler, I guess. Uh. Hooved things with antlers? They're not that bad.

Hey.

[you know... he probably should ask, as he's walking by...]

Anything unnecessarily spooky in here?

[ You're good! Just don't crumple it up or anything, that might make this person's handwriting a little hard to read. ]

[ This morning in the foyer you'll find the tree trimmed with care. Have we mentioned it's huge? It's pretty out there. But what should you find, mounted high on top? Why, an Angel, of course, whose heart has been stopped.

Angel is dead, that much is clear. How the tree hasn't fallen, that's neither there nor here. Merry Christmas! ]

I cannot say I've found anything out of place thus far.

[Which is a little bit surprising, to be honest, but she'll take it?]

Perhaps a place devoted to tending to others is a safe haven against whatever dark force inhabits this house. If the note I found in my room is any indication, any forces here would be malevolent indeed.

Hooved things w-- oh. Those are reindeer.

[what the heck is a stantler...]

None of them are alive, right?

If you think it's a book, then yeah, it sure is.

[he'll hold it up so dorian can get a better look, though he's keeping hold of it.]

Is this yours?

[Things aren't any better than they were two days ago. Ries is dead, Kido is dead, Hans is dead, Diana is dead, Kantera is dead.

And Shintaro Kisaragi killed Lena and Arai.
Yet here he is, alive and unpunished. He spends most of his time in Room 5, staring up at the ceiling and staring at a particular picture on his iphone. He's covered in pine needles because they just keep falling and he doesn't even care anymore. Though, if anything strange is starting to happen in the room, he'll certainly notice it.

Later on, you'll find him in the kitchen, sitting down with his hands buried in his arms––tightly gripping his phone from which soft music is playing. If he doesn't eat, he dies. But what's the point? Even the soda doesn't taste good anymore. There's an untouched sandwich on the table next to him. He doesn't want to go into the foyer, where his guilt is written on the walls, or the dining room, where he destroyed two lives––so staying here will have to do. If you catch him looking up, you'll notice heavy, dark bags under his eyes and light bruising on his hands, in addition to the healing burn from last week.

Late night, unable to sleep, Shintaro will brave the Library, spending most of the night lounging in a comfy chair by himself, stewing in his own misery. As his insomnia persists, he'll start halfheartedly looking through the many tomes for anything that particularly catches his eye. Pick up a book, flip through it's pages, set it back down. Repeat. What's the point? He really doesn't know––maybe he just wants to avoid being a complete waste of oxygen...although that ship probably already sailed when he sent two people to their deaths.

It's another hard day.]

I dunno. I hear Ghost Pokemon hang out around hospitals all the time because they get that sweet, sweet misery juice. I guess it might be different here, though, since everywhere's got that going on.

I am pleased that you are interested in seeing what we have set up for today.

[she adjusts some cards in front of her before she speaks]

How familiar are you with the stars, if you don't mind my asking?

[well. they already had one talk about this in the kitchen, didn't they?

chuuya's just here to eat, not to talk to him, but it's a little hard to ignore someone just... sitting there ignoring food. he's not exactly nice, but he's not totally heartless either, and besides-- if one of them is in this sort of state, that's one less pair of eyes focused on whatever weird shit is going on. they need everyone they can get, with so many already dead.

so he'll just lean against the counter nearby, watching shintaro for several moments before he says anything.]

So much for not running away from things, huh. You're still taking it personally?

[it's not too hard to guess at, after what shintaro said about how taking or not taking that knife would be the reason for lena's death.]

It was me all along.

I got them both killed.

[He doesn't have the energy to speak any louder than he is, or with any conviction, or to turn and look at Chuuya.]

I didn't forget what you told me. [But that doesn't make it any easier. To just push on and forget it all. He spent three years trying to forget that he killed someone he loves––and now he's done it again.]

Am I guilty, Chuuya?

Mm, guilt's subjective. If you really want to see it that way, then yeah, you're gonna keep finding reasons to think so.

[he shrugs, there, pausing a second before he continues.]

If you didn't try to take the knife from him though, someone else probably would have. If you took it out of here that night, someone would've insisted on seeing it. You probably would've had to tell them where it was to clear your name. There's a lot of ways we could've gotten the same result, yeah?

Edited (fixing a word oops) 2018-01-08 23:29 (UTC)

It was inevitable all along, huh?

[His head slowly starts to tip backwards.]

You can't change the future without going back in time...

[He digs his fingers into his hair.]

I just––I fucking...I promised to protect her, and I ended up getting her killed. Even if it was always going to happen, it happened because of me, she died stepping into trouble that I created.

We'd be better off if it had been me instead. She knew that knife was going to kill her, and she put herself in that position because she saw me challenging a guy twice my size. It's so stupid, it was so stupid...It wasn't worth it.

What, and hanging around waiting to starve to death or something is worth it?

[he leaves the counter, moving to stand closer, one hand set on his hip.]

Yeah, it's stupid. A lot of shit here is. Maybe it shouldn't have been her. But she knew, and she did it anyway-- so did she die for you to just hang around wasting time on nothing?

You can't change it. All you can do is live with it.

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