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scawwy mods ([personal profile] mygod) wrote2024-07-07 09:10 pm
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housing hub: abandoned theater [ week 4 ]

Theater

housing




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.


concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (127)

wk 5; tuesday

[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-16 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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'.
Edited 2024-07-16 13:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-16 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[.....]

Come again?
drymonster: (i... have no response to that)

[personal profile] drymonster 2024-07-16 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-16 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-16 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
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. ]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-16 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. What about Laudna? Was she hearing it from Famine too or one of the other two?

[Never can tell if there's dissention in the ranks.]

Or did you guys come to that conclusion based on something else?
drymonster: (moltar get the lava)

[personal profile] drymonster 2024-07-16 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
drymonster: (that's some kind of sex)

[personal profile] drymonster 2024-07-16 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Mostly from what the dead were saying in their letters, I think.

And I think we just didn't have that detail about the... veil in the last week, which I guess probably came from Famine.

[ ...the vibes are calming back down a little as he's thinking this through and realizing the logic actually holds up, but they're still very strong Dislike vibes ]

I guess the main thing either way is that we can't get down to fewer than six before the last week, or else the cult will intervene. And then it's just a matter of verifying what needs to happen in the last week. ...Fuck.
Edited 2024-07-16 14:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-16 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently we've gotta keep goin' at the rate we have been, like nothin' is godsdamned wrong. Like that hasn't been hard enough.

I haven't gone to talk to any of the overseers yet about it, since I just got it late last night and had to... sorta process it all. But... it might be worth multiple people confirmin' so that maybe we get the whole picture as best we can.
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WEEK 5: Thursday, POST STINKY

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-18 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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!
Edited 2024-07-18 15:47 (UTC)
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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 -
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-18 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-18 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know!

[The emotionshare is mostly disgust but also high strung stress. THIS SUCKS!!!

She grabs a pillowcase.]


What's most important? What will you need?
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his emotions are also stress, but deep, disappointed anger. who does this!? he's going to wring their necks! ]

The... eurgh, the bandages, compresses, and ointment in the table drawer next to the cots. There's a suture kit in there, too, with needles and threads.

[ he's filling the bucket with jars and wrapped vials, along with herbs. ]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-18 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay!

[Rushing over and filling up on all of that in the most hurry you've ever seen her in. Outside of like, trying not to die on Sunday.]

What about the cots? Stretchers?
concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (117)

[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the bucket gets rushed outside once it's filled, and then he's grabbing up the wicker baskets of food and drinks to pack mule them out. ]

Shit... think Yuff has the stretcher still. [ there is an attempt to cover the entire theater in as few, wide steps as he can. bookin it. ] Grab some blankets and throw 'em on a cot, we'll carry 'em out together.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-18 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
You got it. Try not to hurl.

[Easier said than done. Her own pillowcase gets rushed out and she dry retches before dashing back in. All orders obeyed, double-time.

Eventually, they get the bulk of necessities to safety and hit their limit on the stink. Whichever comes first. Camille plants her butt on the ground and heaves in fresh air.]


I'm so sorry, Alfyn. God, I hope it clears out.
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[personal profile] concoctive 2024-07-18 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ HAUL ASS OR RETCH, HEAVEN OR HELL...

hate.

he's starfished on his back once they're done with tge sprint to get things outside, heaving fresh air and hopefully not his lunch, before reaching into his satchel and rummaging blindly. once he touch-finds what he's looking for, he offers her...

a few mint leaves. he puts some right on his face and one in his mouth to chew.
]

If I find out who did this, I'm gonna hold 'em upside-down into a bucket of leeches.
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WEEK 5: Friday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-07-20 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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: (you completely blew me off)

[personal profile] drymonster 2024-07-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ ALSO RADIATING GUILT AND MISERY ]

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