week two: mingle

[getawaymods]

WEEK TWO

The sun rises after a treacherous weekend on the island. The hours have passed almost seamlessly since your arrival, though it's difficult to say what time it truly is. You've buried the dead and mourned for them. You've formed alliances and staked your claims. You've survived another week...isn't that what counts?

Regardless of how you spend your morning, as the sun reaches the highest point in the sky all will begin to hear a low, deep thrumming sort of sound. The humming slowly turns into ringing, a drawn-out signal that grows louder and louder until it seems as though all other sounds on the island fall to a hush.

It's then all will hear an unidentifiable voice:

"Ah...so glad to see you alive and well. Your numbers are dwindling, but perhaps not fast enough. You have one more week before all shall be lost. Eleven sacrifices must be made to ensure the survival of those remaining. Extensions will not be granted.

Oh...and one more thing. One of you has played your part well to orchestrate the ritual. I do wonder what would happen if you were caught? Perhaps you will find out soon...if they catch you."

Just as quickly as it came, the announcement comes to a close. No matter how hard one searches the island, it will be impossible to locate the source of the announcement. But don't let that stop you. Maybe it's time for a deeper exploration? Make the best of your daylight hours.

After all...when the night falls, things may be a little different. Watch your backs, everyone.

OOC NOTES

Welcome to week two! Congratulations on surviving the weekend, and welcome to the final week!

At this time, characters are free to further explore the island! Please use the Week 2 header for all Week 2 requests. All comments will be screened, but please be as thorough as possible in your requests. We also ask that if you change anything in the setting, please report it here.

On Wednesday, your modteam will post A THING that will impact all in-game. Stay tuned.

Much like last week, please specify if your prompts are in the day or during the night on this mingle! This may be in your header, or you may specify in your comment itself. There may be a fun surprise or two waiting for you.

And finally, please be sure to submit any week one PCs to the appropriate subthread on the PC page, and please be sure to submit week two PCs as they're created!

Please feel free to ask questions in the question channel on Discord, or you may DM Britt & Ty privately. We will also have announcements regarding curfew and body announcement on Thursday and Friday. Thank you, and have fun!

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[nautycal]

i. jungle campers

[If Ryuji is anything, he's stubborn as shit and persistent. He's made a little fire again at Jungle Camp, something adequate without being extra.

Unfortunately, he has once more sacrificed his hands to do it.] Now let's see if some crazy ass storm blows it out... Geez. [He's dipping his hands into what must be sea water collected in a giant palm leaf; his wincing face betrays the sting on his raw hands.]

Yo! [He glances up at whoever is nearby, or whoever wanders by. His "yo" sadly sounds more morose than usual, like he's tired.] Don't let the fire go out, okay? I'm gonna go find us some food.

ii. he's finding the food?

[Well, no one sees hide nor hair of Ryuji for some time. But then anyone near the jungle forest can hear the growing snap of branches and brush. A sort of warbling noise of fear rises up--

A bright yellow shirt breaks out of the forest at a full sprint. His leg isn't great, but he was a track guy for a reason. As soon as he hits the clearing, though, he trips and goes skidding across the ground. A very crude spear tumbles just out of reach.

The snapping noise is still coming steadily from behind...?]

Watch out! It's a boar!

[It's Dimitri.

Just kidding, it's one of the island pigs. It's coming.]

ii

[fishingforcompliments]

[Run, Ryuji, run!

Unfortunately, Seteth is not here to be Flayn's braincell, so when she sees him run out of the jungle yelling about a boar, she darts forward to pick up his spear from where he dropped it and puts herself between him and his pursuer, sharp side pointed ahead of her.]

Stay back, creature!

[I'm sorry she's trying to fight this pig for Ryuji's honor, or something.]

i....???

[baori]

[ anna is this a night trip or a day trip? either way, i guess here is giyuu about to watch him to run off to get food. he's proud of him for getting the fire started again, though. all of that hard work will prove to be useful later down the road for him if it hasn't already.

that said, while giyuu is more than fine with watching a fire— ]

What kind of food are you going to be forging for?

[ that's such a dad question. ]

ii!

[overruns]

[ It's a little concerning considering... everything that all the Jungle Club hasn't returned yet. It's even more concerning when Ryuji does back, only with an angry boar at his heels. Dimitri starts to his feet instantly because—ahem—what the eff?

The boar charges into the heart of the clearing soon after, and something needs to be done about it. Wild pigs could gore even the most seasoned hunters to death—they'd need to put this creature down.

His makeshift spear is fashioned with a long dagger at the end, and he grabs it, tagging the boar as it passes with a quick stab to its hind. It isn't enough to even cripple it, but it does toss its head, enraged, skidding several feet to a stop. ]

ii

[paradoxity]

[Ryuji why are you this way!? Akane was 100% out here minding her own damn business when Ryuji comes stumbling out and she immediately whirls around to face him and the boar (?) coming their way.]

You didn't think to lead it away from the main part of the island? [But she's going to dash for that spear, bye.]

monday meeting

[wisterin]

[ What's up, island fam? We somehow have both an island daddy and mommy now. Please defer to one of the Persona 5s for your island designation.

Sometime earlier today, either Shinobu, Mitsuri, or both of them if you want both of them, will reach out to people about having a meeting outside the Waterfall camp. It's a midway point on the island, and Shinobu refuses to have it at the southern beach where they've been forced to gather.

As Shinobu did during the trial, she claps her hands. She, as always, has a smile on her face and begins, composed yet pleasant. ]

Hello, everyone! Thank you for listening and agreeing to come. That unknown voice told us that someone is a murderer and wants us to be murderers.

[ How lovely! How fun! ]

We only have a week left, so what I wanted to ask is how do you all want to finish this? I know we can be civilized and discuss this without resorting to murder— although some of you may have some difficulties with that, don't worry! I'm here to support you being a reasonable individual.

[ She laughs and raises her tiny fists like she's cheering you murderers (you know who you are) on. ]

We can look for another method, another way. There is still time. If we all talk about what we've found out, we can think about where we should look more deeply. How about it?

[ Her almost too cheery smile fades to something more serene, and there's steel behind the look in her eyes. ]

I do want as many of us to leave as possible, but if you want to follow the ritual, you may as well tell us all now.

[fishingforcompliments]

[Flayn looks thoughtful. A little uncomfortable, but thoughtful. She isn't sure how to phrase exactly what she's thinking of, but... she'll try it. A little after Shinobu finishes, she speaks up.]

If I am being honest... I have been doing some thinking about what the voice said earlier today.

[She swallows hard.]

To say that someone orchestrated something... is different than to say they participated in it, is it not? It seemed to me that it was saying that one of us is...

[Her voice trails off.]

...more involved than the rest of us.

[wisterin]

[ And because she puts her money where her mouth off, she will share some information. ]

As for what I've found, I went searching into the caverns a couple times. I found some abandoned camps, likely decades old. Deeper inside, I found a cove with what looked like a skeleton trying to climb out of a shallow lake. There was dried blood along the shore and rocks. I was attacked by snakes before I could investigate more.

[ Hooray! ]

In another section of the cavern, I found an open area with something that looked like an altar. There were blood splatters all over, and small animal skeletons shattered in pieces around the area. Before I could examine further, I was attacked by animated skeletons.

[ Delightful! ]

In the jungle, while I was looking for plants and fruits, I found some ground that was disturbed, but before I could check what was there, a wild boar came to chase me out.

[ Thanks, Dimitri! ]

[snyaiper]

[Ogata's been hanging on the periphery simply watching for a bit, and predictably only has horrible things to say when he finally opens his mouth;]

Now, you said we have time, but at what point is it appropriate to cut your losses? If you really want to save as many as possible, there's a point when you'll have to follow what the ritual demands.

[And he smiles, slightly.]
I suppose I'm just curious what you all plan to do should it come to that.

[machinetranslation]

[Threepio, who is standing at the periphery next to Ogata (sorry Ogata) is mostly listening along, his head and torso turning to look at whomever's speaking, which is always accompanied by an audible whir (sorry everyone).]

[When there is a break in which he wouldn't be interrupting, he chimes in]

If I may suggest: might our odds for not only surviving but also for identifying potential collaborators in this ritual increase if we were to camp together in one location?

[muragas]

a) let ya hair down

[ as the above suggest, Minako's out of her usual do today! her various hair ties and bobby pins are piled next to her, and all her hair is wild and free and tumbling to past her shoulders!

it's also frizzy and starting to look greasy. finger combing can only go so far, it seems.

Minako lifts a chunk of it up to inspect, frowning, until whoever approaches prompts her to glance up. ]

Do you have your knife on you?

b) nighttime

[ she's at the ruins, perched on a rock, waiting. she'll be here all week. if you approach, she'll just smile absently and return to her watch.

wow, it's almost like she's looking for senpai something ]

b (:

[deadened]

[well, she might be looking for something...

but what she gets-- or who she gets, rather-- is probably pretty different!

there's a familiar, ghostly shape here, though something is... off. is he a little shorter?

no, his head just isn't on his shoulders. it's held in his hands, the expression on his face a little hesitant, a little apologetic.

he doesn't say anything, though. he's just... here, watching.]

b!

[overruns]

[ Dimitri's only spoken with Minako a few times, and ordinarily wouldn't bother her, but seeing anyone alone at night at the ruins is enough to give him pause and approach with a little wave. ]

Miss Minako, right?

[ Thanks, roll call. ] Waiting for someone?

a

[snyaiper]

[Pulling his knife out of one the pouches on his belt.]

Did you lose yours?

b

[fishingforcompliments]

[I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS ALREADY and was like "wait... where's my tag..." as I was scrolling just now :(

Anyway!

It's dark out. Flayn shivers as she sees Minako perched on the rock, then approaches, her voice soft.]

Minako... aren't you cold?

[It's. Not really that cold out, all thins considered, but.]

a

[paradoxity]

I think so. [She says, as if it's something to be forgotten. But her knife is indeed tucked into her belt so don't mind her reaching for it.] Think it'll be sharp enough?

[baori]

night time; monday & tuesday
[ if everything that he's heard so far has been true, there's something about hanging out at night that's poorly advised, right? zombie-ghost-things that go "waka waka" and all of that...

well, he hasn't experienced one first hand and he's definitely not going to be bothered even if one comes up to him (probably). besides, he is, now more than ever, making it a point to keep an eye on the people who have managed to get this far.

come, take a stroll with island dad? or not. it's fine. no feelings are hurt here, also why are you even up this late? he'll be stalking around the jungle camp, of course, and all of the area between there and the bridge that leads into other side of the island. ]

wild card me;
[ i have no idea, but this is the final week and i guess i should top level?? hmu on disco or just throw something at me C: ]

night time

[wowcool]

[Hey, Giyuu, thought you'd be free of ghosts? Too bad. For, as he stalks around the jungle camp, he might see a familiar face seemingly leaning against a tree.]

[Hey, senpai.]

Wakawakawaka!

[Anaido is in a terrible state. His hands flop, broken, and his legs are twisted. Even his neck seems a bit crooked - but yet he smiles that same dumbass smile he always does as he fingerguns in Giyuu's direction.]

Wakawaka.

[fishingforcompliments]

monday - just after sunset;

[Flayn can be found up at the the top of the waterfall, near where Marie most likely fell from. Her hands are covered in dirt, and in front of her there are a few things.

First, the pretty pink flowers that Dimitri found here and brought to trial have been planted in the dirt, as well as she can manage. Second, there is another bunch of flowers with delicate white blooms planted beside them. She's dug a hole for both sets of flowers and patted the soil back into place. There is a rock with a 3 scratched into it, placed just to one side of the blooms, and then a few small stones arranged in the shape of a pawprint just in front of them, and a sparkling, purplish-pinkish stone set to the other side. Lastly, a small seashell with a pink-and-white sheen and a smooth black stone rest just in front of the pawprint-shaped rocks.

She clasps her hands together and bows her head. Her lips move, but no sound comes out; she's praying so quietly it is nearly impossible to hear what she is saying. Feel free to interrupt her. If you don't, she will keep praying for quite a while, only to get to her feet, turn around, and take a few perilous steps back toward the edge of the waterfall out of surprise.]

Oh—!

monday - late evening;

[Much later that evening, when she really ought to be sleeping, you might find a cooking fire, a pair of boots, and a discarded pair of tights at the northern beach - and then you might spot Flayn, wading up to her knees in the ocean, a handmade spear made from a sharpened stick in her hand.

It's dark, but she is watching the water very, very carefully, and occasionally she stabs down with the sharp stick and comes away with fish.]

...hah...

tuesday - daytime;

[Flayn's sitting in the sand staring out at the horizon from the northern beach. She looks a little melancholy.

That's it, that's the prompt.]

wildcard - whenever;

[wildcard me if none of the above fits the bill! this is also a placeholder for stuff for wednesday and on once the THING comes up. also, feel free to hit me up for pcs if you would like!]

monday - late evening

[patisse]

Wakawaka! Wakawakawakawaka.

[Here he is again, appraising the fish on the sharp end of Flayn's stick with an impressed smile and a thumb hooked on the waistline of his pants. The water ebbs and flows through his semi-transparent legs that lack form.]

[bridesque]

Monday afternoon
[Mitsuri spends the better part of the day after the meeting picking plants on the way to the beach, where she climbs the trees for their coconuts and leaves. Using the latter, she weaves simple baskets the size of her head; then deposits the fruits into them and visits the Cavern Camp, Jungle Camp, and finally her own Waterfall Camp.

To whomever she encounters first in each camp, she sets the other basket(s) down to offer the one.]

We mustn't lose our spirits. Please take these and share them with everyone!

Monday & Tuesday evenings
[It's time for flexibility training by the waterfall! Sitting atop a particularly large rock with her haori laid beside her, Mitsuri engages in a series of stretches. Beside the rock, on the ground, is a tiny woven basket of berries.

It's once she's raised her leg behind her, forming a straight line with her body in an effortless arabesque, that she notices company. She lowers her foot and straightens.]

Are you having trouble sleeping?

monday evening

[fishingforcompliments]

[HOW DOES SHE DO THAT. Flayn is impressed. Teach her your ways, Mitsuri!!

...but she nods, because, well.]

Yes, I must confess that it is... a little difficult to sleep, tonight.

[snyaiper]

[Monday afternoon]

[After the super fun and productive team meeting, Ogata can be found lurking about in the jungle. Weird and shady! He's notably not wearing his uniform jacket, probably due to the humid warmth of the jungle, with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

If you actually go investigate what he's up to, you'll find he's setting traps. Most are snares, but he will be at various points be working on one or two fairly shallow pitfall traps. Why is he doing this? Why does Ogata do anything.]

[Tuesday evening.]

[Back in his uniform, though he hasn't buttoned the jacket up at the point. Ogata's sitting at the riverbank a bit away from his usual post outside waterfall camp, near the island with that weird, ominous dead tree. He's got his rifle in his lap but he mostly seems to be zoning out a bit. Still, if you get close, he'll speak up as if to prove you're not catching him offguard.]

It's a bit of a strange sight, don't you think? If you could get past the river you could probably even hide a body in the hollow of it.
[HM.]

tuesday night

[fishingforcompliments]

...why would anyone wish to do that?

[honestly ogata why you gotta go there... flayn's hands give a slight tremor, and she frowns to herself, lacing her fingers together to steady them.]

[lacking]

option a: monday morning

[Last week, some of those who spoke to Neena might have spotted her sharpening a stick for whatever reason. Today, it seems like she's finally putting that stick to use as a makeshift fishing tool. Those who wander by the north beach will spot her waddling through the ocean, stick in hand as she squints down at the water with a look of sheer concentration on her face. For the most part, passerby will witness as she tries (and fails!) to spear a fish a couple of times. Anyone is free to stop by and take pity on her soul, or maybe even make fun of her.

Eventually, though, once the morning starts to give way to the afternoon, something happens. Specifically, Neena will stab down — and pull a fish out of the water. This turn of events is apparently so shocking that Neena stays very, very still for several seconds, her mouth hanging open. When she reacts, it's with an extraordinarily incredulous:]

—I did it?!

[What the fuck.]

option b: monday sunset to evening.

[Much later, Neena can be found closer to the caverns. It seems like she's started a little fire for herself, as well as a couple of other rough instruments for... cooking? Yeah, cooking. Her hands look a little hecked up by now, but she has a couple of burrito shaped objects wrapped up in cleaned banana leaves set out on top of her coat, which she's taken off. She is holding one of the burrito shaped things in her hand, partially unwrapped as she takes a bite out of what appears to be food. After daintily chewing on it for a couple of seconds, she furrows her eyebrows and mumbles:]

... Did I mess it up?

[Hm. Ominous! She takes notice of someone else's presence in that moment, though, and grabs another one from the pile before gesturing at them with it.]

Hey— Take one! They're for everyone.

[... Will you dare?]

wildcard.

[Come up with your own scenario or remix one of the above! Neena can easily be found anywhere on the island during daytime, before the mods come for our lives with whatever happens on Wednesday.]

monday evening

[fishingforcompliments]

[Flayn has answered the siren call of food because whatever this is smells good. She brightens up when Kasane grabs one from her pile and holds it out to her, and accepts it with a giggle.]

Oh! Thank you very much. It smells delicious... I was wondering how I was going to ask if you were willing to share!

[She takes a bite and...]

Mm! Wonderful.

A THING...WEDNESDAY MORNING;

[getawaymods]

SPECIAL DELIVERY

[It’s a quiet and almost peaceful day on the island. The sunshine is warm and bright, the ocean waves lap gently across the shore, and the air smells crisp and a little salty. If you pretend hard enough, it may even feel like a tropical paradise stretches before you.

In the later part of the morning, however, something begins to change. It starts innocently enough at first with pieces of splintered wood washing ashore. Soon, larger items begin to join the wood such as canned goods, water-logged clothing and blankets, and even some small supplies such as soap and shampoo. They’re a bit diluted thanks to the ocean, but they’re yours for the taking. The longer you stay at the beach, the quicker the items wash up for anyone to claim.

But not long after, a small sound from overhead may draw your attention as several small parcels sail down onto the island via parachute. They may land in the camps, or in the trees, or even miss entirely and land in the water for you to chase. But as you open these parcels you’ll find that the contents may not be what you anticipated. Items such as sharp hunting knives, arrows, and even some items such as axes will begin to litter the ground.

This storm of supplies will continue until sundown, the initial flurry slowing down in the afternoon to one or two item drops every ten minutes or so. Isn’t it fortunate that you’ve received these gifts? After all…it’s easier to participate in the ritual with the appropriate tools.

Enjoy, everyone.]

[lacking]

[Wow. Thanks, creepy island.

Guess Neena will start stacking items on the beach as they start to wash up with more frequency. A girl has never been so happy to see shampoo and soap in her life? Feel free to help her. Or, you know, steal something from the stacks.]

[shixiong]

wednesday afternoon

[ by the time the parachutes have started really coming down, yin yu's abandoned a post gathering anything at the beach, and is instead easily found among the trees dotting the island. the foilage up here is thicker than expected, and getting down some of the gifts is more difficult than it ought to be. maybe you saw a box fall down and wanted to check on it? it's landed up high in the branches...

...if you make like animal crossing and try to shake the item free, you might hear a soft, surprised noise, as your friendly local cryptid, maskless, half emerges from the branches, his head sticking out, a couple leaves in his hair. yin yu is holding onto one of the larger branches quite tightly, still, and in his other hand is the package... don't startle him like that.... ]

...Please don't just shake trees. [ you might summon wasps or apparently you might just shake retainers trying to be helpful out of the perches... ]

wednesday night, closer to the beach..

[ once the deliveries finally stop, yin yu's taken stock and chosen what he needed out of his own pile. one of those things was, indeed, a knife. it's sort of nice to be properly armed again, with a decently sized hunting knife instead of that dinky little pocketknife, and though it's no shortsword, in this strange place, it might be comforting. a bit closer to dinnertime, you can find yin yu seated in front of a relatively flat rock, near a campfire, holding the blade steady, raising it high, firelight flickering in the silver on the sharp, sharp blade...

and thwack, with a decisive, swift strike, he uses it to open up a ripe coconut, full of water and meat. there are ten or so of them around him, actually. no murder here, just coconuts. tasty! ]

wednesday night, waterfall camp.

[ yin yu's skills have gotten him several little packages. as the night winds down, he approaches the other members of the waterfall camp--old or new--and makes himself known with a quiet clearing of his throat. ]

...Did you get all the things you needed? [ because there's no point in hoarding supplies--they're all in this together. he has quite a few of everything, now, and the blankets he holds in his arms are warm and dry, having been hanging by the fire since their discovery. ]

waterfall camp!

[lacking]

O-Oh, yes!

[Hi, Yin Yu. Neena has clean clothes and SOAP for the first time in over a whole ass week, and she's delighted.]

I brought a few extras for everyone else, too. Did you need anything?

[machinetranslation]

Episode I - Monday daytime

[Anyone traversing the sand dunes of the Northern Beach the day after the execution may spot, under the right light, a pair of kicking legs sticking straight up out of one of the dunes, the rest of the body presumably buried beneath.

If you listen close, you may even hear some muffled, unintelligible pleas between the sound of the crashing waves.

...help computer?]

Episode II - Wednesday daytime

[After the flurry of mysterious sky-presents, a golden figure can be spotted sitting on the bridge with some kind of tool in his hand. Occasionally, the tool throws off a shower of sparks to the stone below. Threepio seems to be concentrating on one of his legs and worriedly muttering to himself.]

Oh dear, oh dear...

[If he spots you, he'll look up from his work, and wave you over—disconnected leg held aloft]

Oh, over here! I'm afraid I'm greatly in need of your assistance.

[You probably know how to use a fusioncutter, right?]

Episode III - Thursday evening, pre-curfew

[Beginning a few hours before 11PM, Threepio will begin to travel the road between the three camps, calling out and urging anyone he sees to get somewhere safe—basically a walking, fussing countdown clock.

If he sees you somewhere that's not in a camp in these final hours, he'll do his best to catch up and get your attention]

Please, you mustn't be out here! It's nearly 2300 hours, and there's a chance everyone might lose consciousness as they did last week! Whether or not it happens again, you'll be much safer with everyone else in camp.

[About 30 minutes before 11PM, he'll stand on the bridge outside waterfall camp, trying to spot any stragglers. He'll announce 10:59 PM and head to his usual nighttime spot by the camp's entrance.]

Holiday Special - wildcards & explorations
Kidnap, bully, and push around Threepio at your leisure~ Despite the fuss, he rolls with things surprisingly quickly. Disco me or just throw it out there!

episode ii

[fishingforcompliments]

[oh.

well, hm.

flayn doesn't know anything about how to use a fusioncutter, but she slowly makes her way over to him anyway. that, uh... that disconnected leg looks unfortunate.]

C-3PO..? What happened to you?

A THING....

[getawaymods]

FRIDAY MORNING

[It’s hard to say what happened the night before. One moment you were settled down, or perhaps you were exploring the island again. The next, however, you found yourself in a dreamless, deep sleep with no explanation. On Friday morning as the sun begins to rise all will begin to hear a low, deep thrumming sort of sound. The humming slowly turns into ringing, a drawn-out signal that grows louder and louder until it seems as though all other sounds on the island fall to a hush.

It's then all will hear an unidentifiable voice:]

“Only 48 hours remain. What will you do now…?

Two of your own have been eliminated from the competition. Bon voyage Ogata Hyakunosuke and Akane Kurashiki.

The climatic ending approaches. The culprit hides among you. Will you make them repent? Tomorrow when the sun is at its highest point, gather together on the beach. A meeting of the minds is required to find a culprit and sentence them to death.

Refusal of your cooperation will lead to an outcome worse than death. You will have until the sun sets. Failure to complete the ritual will have dire consequences. But perhaps you’ll come up with a clever plan after all.”

[And just like that, the voice disappears. No matter how hard they look, they will not find a source. It will become clear to all that a trial must take place…and failure to execute one of their own will bring upon a fate unlike any other.

In addition, the group at large will notice that C-3PO is missing. Regardless of how hard they look, they will not find any trace of him across the island.

Rest up, castaways. You’ll have a big day tomorrow.]