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tropicalgetaway2020-05-08 11:50 pm
getawaymods) wrote in tropicalgetaway2020-05-08 11:50 pm
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week two: trial
WEEK TWO: TRIAL
Morning dawns bright and early the day after the announcement of the dead, and as the sun tracks its way across the sky, the voice's message is likely not far from anyone's mind. Friends are still missing, people are still dead, and time is running out.
Finally, the sun reaches its highest point. A low, deep thrumming sound echoes throughout the entire island, which 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 is then that the lighthouse beacon becomes illuminated, drawing them all to the southern beach. That same voice as before rings, audible throughout the entire island.
Once the entire group has gathered, the lighthouse's beacon flickers out.
It is time to choose the next sacrifice... and hopefully, to catch a killer.
Good luck.
Finally, the sun reaches its highest point. A low, deep thrumming sound echoes throughout the entire island, which 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 is then that the lighthouse beacon becomes illuminated, drawing them all to the southern beach. That same voice as before rings, audible throughout the entire island.
"There are those of you who hope to escape from this with clean hands...you may find yourselves successful. Will it be worth it? You are all participants in this game, and you will all be complicit in the sacrifices that take place here, or else you will not have earned your passage home. Twenty-four hours remain before the ritual must be completed, or you will all suffer the consequences. There is no consolation prize for less than eleven sacrifices.
You have until the sun vanishes beneath the horizon. Choose your next sacrifice, and choose who will dispatch them. Speak the names of your choices into the conch. Failure to cooperate will result in a fate worse than death.
...perhaps you should investigate the deaths. The bodies are out there, and the evidence as well... but you will have to find it yourselves.
...oh, and one more thing. There is a way to save yourselves...if you select the right sacrifice.
Tick-tock, tick-tock! Your time starts... now."
Once the entire group has gathered, the lighthouse's beacon flickers out.
It is time to choose the next sacrifice... and hopefully, to catch a killer.
Good luck.
OOC NOTES
Welcome to your last trial, everyone! This trial will take place from 9am PST/12pm EST/4am NZST, and will last until 6pm PST/9pm EST/1pm NZST.
There will be a one-hour trial break from 1pm PST/4pm EST/8am NZST to 2pm PST/5pm EST/9am NZST. We recommend that you use this time to get something to eat if you haven't yet already, play some Animal Crossing, or even just take a quick nap. During this time, no mod tags will go out; we also ask that players refrain from starting any intensive threads such as interrogations, strip searches, hair or injury comparisons, etc. While we're not going to say you're not allowed to tag during this time, we also don't want anyone to miss out on anything important during an official break.
Please remember to have your character cast a vote on the voting page! Voting is mandatory, as it functions as the activity check for the game. If you do not cast a vote by the time trial is over, your character will be killed off. Please contact the mods prior to the end of the trial if something comes up and you are prevented from voting (i.e. 504 errors, etc).
If you have any questions, please go ahead and ask! Your mods and fellow players are always here to help. And most of all... have fun!
There will be a one-hour trial break from 1pm PST/4pm EST/8am NZST to 2pm PST/5pm EST/9am NZST. We recommend that you use this time to get something to eat if you haven't yet already, play some Animal Crossing, or even just take a quick nap. During this time, no mod tags will go out; we also ask that players refrain from starting any intensive threads such as interrogations, strip searches, hair or injury comparisons, etc. While we're not going to say you're not allowed to tag during this time, we also don't want anyone to miss out on anything important during an official break.
Please remember to have your character cast a vote on the voting page! Voting is mandatory, as it functions as the activity check for the game. If you do not cast a vote by the time trial is over, your character will be killed off. Please contact the mods prior to the end of the trial if something comes up and you are prevented from voting (i.e. 504 errors, etc).
If you have any questions, please go ahead and ask! Your mods and fellow players are always here to help. And most of all... have fun!
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[ it's not that he doesn't trust you (at least somewhat) or anything, it's genuine curiosity.... wtf. shinobu said they found beans. why do they smell sweet. (?????) ]
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[ he'll say solemnly. you know, the girl that was struck by lighting before the typhoon came? yeah, either way he'll nod his head and pick one out for yin yu to look at. ]
She made them herself and didn't seem concerned about eating them. I haven't tried any myself, though.
[ it might have a slight scent of alcohol to it too. ]
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........unfortunately (??? no, very fortunately) he's not going to just eat something random. it belonging to that young lady seems to fit the cutesy aesthetic of the bag, so. ] Thank you, that will be all.
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Right.
[ and, yes, he has his pants to remove but i will not think about the two of them standing around in the buff examining one another. AND IT WOULD BE DONE LIKE THAT BC EFFICIENCY AND GIYUU'S STUPID. ]
Do you want to remove some of your clothing and show me what you're carrying?
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ANYWAY, yeah. he nods, reaching up to take his mask off first and set it to the side. emptying his pockets gets giyuu his own canteen, his pocketknife, and his map, as well as the bag of ashes he'd been carrying for wen ning.
give him a minute to undo his five hundred layers, but! he shrugs out of his top layers without any fuss. yin yu has a few bruises on his body, and one on his jaw, but they're old, nearly faded. there's also a mark branded into his wrist that looks something like the one seen here.
... giyuu may notice his nails are painted. don't ask. ]
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did they really paint each other's nails? wow.
either way he's not interested in anything that looks older than a week in terms of injuries. though, at the same time, he'll still be interested in them. at what point did he get punched? did anyone ask him about this the previous week? time is a blur for him.
well, he moves on and squints at the tattoo. that...definitely should have been questioned last week, right? ]
Are those tattoos of any importance to you?
[ you know, he didn't get those here, right? ]
...and is there a reason for the ashes?
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ah... the tattoo. he doesn't quite flinch, but reaches to put his other hand on it, clearly uncomfortable. ] ....It is a cursed shackle. I was banished from the Heavens some time ago.
I'm unable to access any of my spiritual energy because of it. [ yeah he was a god once? not important. this is extremely awkward thank you, giyuu
and... as for the ashes. the bag is not his own! he may have recognized it belonging to wen ning. the ashes inside are red. his voice softens, but he willingly cops to the answer. ] ...Those are the remains that were left with young master Wen's things. The ashes of the dead are the last thing that can tie them to this realm; if they are destroyed, the spirit is destroyed. I promised young master Wen before his death that I would bring them to my master, the Ghost King, to complete the proper rites upon them.
[ a beat, and then. ] You're welcome to speak with Lady Tanzawa about it. She was with me, and I told her much of the same.