housing hub: abandoned theater [ week 4 ]

[mygod]

Theater

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housing

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Home sweet home, or in your case, a dilapidated building. Of course, nothing is stopping you from finding shelter elsewhere, but at some point you must have stepped into this building or slept under its roof, so this is home; while it's not very plush, do you really want to risk sleeping outside?

There is also a small plaque on the mailbox now with everyone's names engraved on it. Trying to deface it will result in more papercuts, for some reason. The names read:

Alfyn Greengrass, Camille Preaker, Erin Winters, Karma Akabane, Todomatsu Matsuno

By your sleeping arrangements, there are chests to hold whatever items you opt to place in them, which cannot be publicly accessed like the rest of your house. Otherwise, guests are free to come and go or sleep over, though going over the maximum suggested occupancy will be uncomfortable and cramped. Guests will also be unable to access to this post. Characters are also free to stay at any of the other housing locations, with the same stipulations.

Feel free to use this post for any resident gatherings, updates, etc!

For your easy reference: The exterior of the theater is hanging on by a thread, and even the trees have seen much better days. Two elegant but wilting doors open into a space more dilapidated than the outside of the building. And more… clownified? Thirteen benches litter the auditorium, some in decent condition and many others close to breaking apart, but all of them covered in the remnants of multi-colored confetti. The stage has seen much better days even with the enthusiastic strips of old banner at the back exclaiming CLOW- KING RETU—! Cracks in the flooring stretch from left and right stage all the way to the proscenium, and those traversing the stage floor should use caution lest they crash through to the trap room below. Crates and boxes are stuffed with brittle unused balloons, a broken ukulele, a stained deck of cards, and dried-up face paint.

A chest near the bottom of the stage has a handful of colorful, patchwork blankets and pillows inside.

Out front, a large, wooden mailbox sitting on a sturdy pole. There is enough room for all deliveries for every individual assigned to this housing.

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✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked, so hopefully none of you got duplicates or this'll be awkward. However, those who put in an order should know what they asked for—and they will be the only ones able to take their respective item from the pile. They include:

- One (1) large container of laundry detergent.

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya! ]

✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ There is some new mail in the mailbox!

Send an outgoing letter? ]

✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked, so hopefully none of you got duplicates or this'll be awkward. However, those who put in an order should know what they asked for—and they will be the only ones able to take their respective item from the pile. They include:

- One (1) roomba with a good filter.
- One (1) first aid kit exclusively for stitches and sutures.

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya! ]

✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ there is some new mail in the mailbox! ]

wk 5; tuesday

[concoctive]

[ alfyn will reach out to ask the both of them to meet in the theater, for the sake of privacy, arms crossed and fingers digging into his biceps, unhappy tension in his emotions. something grim.

still, hope stands in the backdrop, determined and stubborn. ]

It wasn't in any of the mail I got, but... some information's been sent across the veil and confirmed with our masked friends, about the number six.

Apparently it's the cult's magic number. Anythin' less than that is "bad soup," which fits Pesti's explanation of things as a recipe. And... we're the ingredients.

... they said we want the ritual to go ahead. But it has to be with... with only five folks remainin', at least, and all the rest of us with our friends on the other side of the veil. It'll fail if they don't have the right number of people.

But we can't - [ his jaw works unhappily ] - we can't "move too quickly," so things have gotta continue the way they are. But apparently they can provide us a veil in the final week to hit the numbers needed to screw the cult over. If we rush, and the cult catches wind, they'll just start over with new sacrifices, bring in a new batch of folks and put them through this all from the beginnin'.

[scrapdraught]

[.....]

Come again?

[drymonster]

[ YEAH 6 IS HIS MAGIC NUMBER TOO no wonder they brought the 6th sextuplet here

he's nodding along at the first part of this with just a vague buzz of anxiety, like it isn't a surprise, but then it gets to the "only five" part and his emotions take a sharp turn into confusion and fear. ]

Wait, that— we want only five people to be alive?? Laudna-san was telling us about some of this that she'd heard last night, but we thought we absolutely didn't want to end up with less than six.

[scrapdraught]

Jesus Christ, what did I miss?

[YOU'RE DEAD FOR SIX DAYS AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE OUT OF EVERY LOOP.]

Okay, let's slow down. What sources exactly are we talking about? Where's the information from, Alfyn? Is it written anywhere? Was Laudna's?

If they're from two different sources we need to compare them against each other.

[concoctive]

Mr. Gale and Vin got letters that mentioned it, and Vin talked to Famine about it. I found out about all this from her.

I figured I'd let you two know, so you could talk to the overseers yourselves if you wanted to follow up on it now. [ while there's still time to learn what they can. ]

[drymonster]

Uh, I just heard about this six thing for the first time last night. I think she was piecing it together from the letters she received from the dead? And I know there's been a lot of talk about the deaths needing to slow down. I think it's... I think it's the same information, and we were just missing the detail of what we were supposed to do in the last week. Or at least I hadn't interpreted it that way.

WEEK 5: Thursday, POST STINKY

[scrapdraught]

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

[Camille immediately lifts her shirt over her nose, calling back over her shoulder to Alfyn. I'm god modding us as not being inside during I will not allow you to be patient zero stinky.]

It's like a fucking sewer in there, good god. Hold your nose!

[concoctive]

[ alfyn approaches with a frown, and then immediately rears back. ]

Aelfric's saggy nutsacks, the hells is that smell!?

[ slapping his hand over his nose and mouth, gagging. ]

Gods, our stuff -

[scrapdraught]

It's like God took a shit on a whale carcass, holy fuck.

[Camille coughs, waving at the air.]

Can we — fuck, the medical supplies.

[concoctive]

Oh, gods' fuckin' teeth, it's Thursday! Who does that!?

[ he sucks in a breath before scrambling past her into the building, going to grab one of the candy buckets he's kept from his chest and going to stuff it with all of the supplies he can. ]

Ohhhh this is rancid.

WEEK 5: Friday

[scrapdraught]

[Okay well

The emotion here is IMMENSE misery. Grief. Guilt. Camille looks a fucking mess again, funny how instantaneously it happens.

Once Alfyn shows up she and Todomatsu are waiting. There are benches atop the stage, the bed. An open trap door. Camille addresses him in a low rasp.]

Alfyn...I owe you an apology.

[drymonster]

[ ALSO RADIATING GUILT AND MISERY ]

[concoctive]

[ alfyn has swamp muck on his sleeves, along with blood, and looks a little haggard at the moment. stressed. filled with quiet but strong grief.

he frowns as he pauses in going to dig out a change of shirt and something to clean his hands off with. ]

... what'd you do. [ wary, but willing to hear them out. ]

DELIVERIES

[mygod]

[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked unless otherwise specified, and you may take what seems appropriate.

• A melted and lukewarm smoothie
  
• A high-quality, leather eyepatch
  
• A jar of water
  
• Oreos with red filling
  
• A jar
  
• A jar filled with wilting mint and lavender
  
• Aromatherapy candles with a lighter.

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya...? Hm? ]

w6 monday

[drymonster]

[ well. comes over to the mailbox and takes his candles.

and then stares at this smoothie. ]

...Did someone request this, or...

[scrapdraught]

...No.

[Straps on SEXY NEW EYEPATCH.]

[concoctive]

No. Weird, where'd these all come from? [ ipening the jars to see what's in them curiously... ] That patch looks nice on you, Cam.

✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ there is some new mail in the mailbox! ]

✉️ MAIL

[mygod]

[ mail update!

there is also:

- A beanie baby sized plushie with a nicely written tag that says MISS CAMILLE ]

STATUS UPDATES

[mygod]

gazes in putting this toplevel on a sunday

[mygod]

The benches in the theater have been replaced with couches and chairs, still in the L-shaped seating areas, and the benches moved outside for outdoor seating. A nightstand is situated next to the bed on the residential side of the building, and short dressers have been added to the clinic side. Rolling, curtained partitions to offer privacy have been placed next to the residential bed as well as the clinic cots.

Inside the drawers of the small dressers are cult robe bandages, a box of modern bandages, burn ointment, bug spray, bear spray, hot and cold patches, dried herbs in handmade Spanish dishes, surgery tools, a suture kit (needles and medical-quality thread), mortar and pestle pairs, vials, bottles, miniature picks, along with extra blankets and pillows. The dried herbs are all labeled with what they are.

On top of the dressers are a few books on first aid and medical care, along with jars of salve and vials of tinctures that are also labeled with their intended uses. (The multipurpose yellow-green yarrow salve he always has for pain relief/stemming bleeding/preventing infection should be familiar, but there's also now concoctions for burn treatment, nausea, and sleep aid.)

Painstakingly handwritten are notes on how to make his concoctions, and this has been taped to the top of one of the dressers to reference as long as needed.

Another note has been left with a recipe for a sleeping poison, with a few toxic herbs listed as options for the poison itself, and to ask Pestilence about a special delivery for the sleeping portion of the recipe.