Week 2.

[legionofmods]

[So far. So boring.

Not much has transpired since you’ve entered the legion’s domain - save for an associate of the good doctor making himself known to at least one of you. But that’s about to change as we move forward into the unknown.

This is where things start to get messy.]

(ooc: remember to reply to check-in before wednesday!)

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SUNDAY - Day 7.

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[byo_bob]

[By Sunday, Ashe has done her fair share of making snide remarks at people while they're minding their own business. Investigating, if you will, her fellow captives. Figuring out which of them she can best use. Today, she decides to take the day for herself. Leisure, as best one can without a marble bathtub with solid gold fixtures and a bottle of champagne. She finds the fluffiest bathrobe she can from the costume closet and wraps herself up in it. Proceeding to the foyer, she drapes herself across one of the sofas, and pops open a bottle of chablis. Okay, it's not chablis. It's boxed white house wine, which she has poured into a glass and is going to pretend is chablis. Let her have this.

Normally she'd be flinging darts in between drinks of wine, but with the lack of darts or a dartboard, she's got a pack of freshly-sharpened pencils which she's throwing with deadly accuracy at a crudely-drawn picture of Eggman tacked to the wall. If she sees you passing through, she might throw out an offer:]

Wanna give it a try?

[Otherwise she's just zoning out in front of a chess game set for one, occasionally muttering to herself about moves and checkmates. She might be amenable to a partner, of course, if you're interested.]

[hasallhismarbles]

Of course. [May as well give it a try! Mr. Compress takes one of the pencils, examining the tip] It's as good of a way to spend the time as any...

[He's still waiting for Eggman to make his move after all these days of nobody dying. No way Eggman has so much patience he won't react anytime soon, right...?]

Points for creativity despite the lack of darts or dartboard.

[It's good to make use of items when you lack the usual version!]

[umslay]

[The pencil is almost the length of his arm. He picks one up anyway and balances it on the tip of his finger.]

What, you want me to practice with a spear?

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

...Yes, I suppose.

[The chess would've been more her speed but pencil darts? Funnier.]

Do you have an actual scoring system in mind? Extra points for hitting the mustache, that sort of thing.

[screenslaver]

[Look some days you just need some box wine and throwing pencils at assholes, she gets it.]

Sure, it beats getting drunk alone anyway.

[She takes one of the pencils and throws it at the picture of Eggman.

It's... a miss, but Evelyn shrugs it off.]

Haven't thrown a dart at a mortal enemy since college.

MONDAY - Day 8.

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[tedioustrivium]

[Trivium's doing pretty well, all things considered. People stuck in one place, forced to do petty things to drag each moment on... Its a dream come true! Eggman's doing all the work for him!

So, he decided to relax with some more tedious bullshit. He took it upon himself on Sunday to start tapping a spot on the wall with a nail. Over and over again. All through the night. And he's still there now. Tapping constantly.

What a guy.]

[neednoaccuser]

Oh, 'sup. You still on that bullshit?

[Erik's just walking by, but you know. It'd be rude not to acknowledge Trivium's dedication to inane bullshit.]

You just gonna keep doing that until we get out of here?

[clawhands]

What the heck do you even think you're doing? You're making a racket and disturbing the peace!

[Sup. Here's a tiny LEGO yelling at you. Bad Cop frowns, standing on a nearby convenient table that puts him roughly at eye (?) level of a 3rd grader.]

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

[Well. That's a thing.]

[She's just gonna stand there and stare for a second.]

[And then start scribbling some notes.]

[screenslaver]

[Evelyn is just trying to have a relaxing day of attempting to build a weapon...not to outright use it (yet) but just in case someone tries something.

And damn it it's really hard to focus with that tapping.]

Don't you have anything better to do with your time?

TUESDAY - Day 9.

[legionofmods]

MOTIVE: Friend Like Me

[jawhereveryouare]

[At some point before the afternoon on Tuesday, you will hear an announcement sound throughout the building. Dr. Eggman’s voice booms throughout the building, irritated.]

You people call yourself villains?! Bah! Not a drop of bloodshed! Gather in the lobby at 12pm!

[There is a small amount of time before this happens, but surely enough, the monitors flicker on in the lobby at this time. Only this time, the good doctor isn’t present. The man onscreen is much too narrow to be Eggman, but still possesses sinister facial hair. Sporting a turban and a much darker ensemble, the stranger’s heavy lidded eyes narrow as he addresses your gathered party.]

Fools! You shall know me as Jafar, the greatest sorcerer in the known universe! The Legion grows bored simply waiting for any one of you to take us up on our offer - so we have added incentive! If you rise to the occasion and take us up on the offer, you shall be granted three wishes! Reality shall be shaped to your whim, your deepest desires fulfilled!

...Besides, quite frankly, I would prefer watching you fight amongst yourselves than continue to watch you do nothing. Get on it.

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

[Hm. Mhm. Hm.]

[Huh.]


...Magic is just insufficiently analyzed science.

[clawhands]

Wishes are for kids who still believe in the tooth fairy!

[Yells from on top of a profile display screen.]

[umslay]

Well, I'm not calling myself a villain...

[Fine. The Magician follows the order and waits for the screen to turn on.

...Alright, three wishes aside, this guy knows how to dress the part.]

Are you saying you have the magic power to grant us anything we want?

[madmadam]

I'll give you three wishes if you go away, skinny!

[startercar]

[Dennis honestly didn't listen to Dr. Eggman because Dr. Eggman was fat and ugly. Dennis makes it a point to only listen to fat and ugly people when they're legally related to him, and even then there's about a fifty-fifty chance he'll tune out from principle. What he's gleaned about this entire venture has been eighty percent pieced together from eavesdropping on the others and twenty percent just straight-up wishful thinking.]

Why should we listen to you? You're ugly and you look like a horse with a goatee.

[hasallhismarbles]

...so this is the game you're playing.

[Now this makes more sense than having them sit around doing nothing until someone dies. He wonders if they had been planning to give them a motive all along or if it's a measure that happened because nobody was willing to kill]

No, thank you.

[masterbreaker]

Wishes? Grow up! As if your wishes could just come true.

A MEETING-SHAPED THING

[neednoaccuser]

[After the motive announcement, Killmonger announces he's gonna be making dinner so everyone should come to the dining hall "at like 6pm." The dinner itself is just chili, which is not poisoned because that shit is effort and he doesn't have time for that honestly. More importantly, once a number of people arrive, Killmonger knocks on the table to get everyone's attention.]

Aight, since I'm gettin' a little bored of this nonsense I got a proposal: let's do that Survivor thing where we just vote on somebody to die. Or we can hunger Games the shit out of this, I don't really care, but it's hella boring just doing nothing.

WEDNESDAY - Day 10.

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[umslay]

[Escape progress is going terribly. Awfully. He needs a break. He needs inspiration.

Therefore, a brief fashion detour to the Costume Room. Much of the outfits are far too large for a Teensie, but the Eggman was generous enough to provide something for the smaller prisoners.

He's got a lot of black outfits laid out. Gloves, heeled boots, a red cape. He tries on a wide black hat with a veil. If he has all of this for free, he has to dress for success.]

THURSDAY - Day 12.

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