Week 4.

[legionofmods]

[Another trial. Another execution. This is beginning to get fairly routine at this point - something has to happen soon, don’t you think?

Luckily for you all, that might just be the case. The fourth floor is open, and free to explore. But there’s something dark lurking up here, and it’ll become clear to you that there’s more to this whole thing than what’s been described to you.

You’re getting close to your final days here. Make the most of it.]

(important ooc notes: 1. There is an official activity check this week! If you plan on hanging with us through the end, feel free to hit that up!

2. I am looking for a volunteer to do a one-on-one plot-heavy thread on Tuesday afternoon around motive time! If you’re interested, please get in touch with me.)

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SATURDAY - Day 20.

[legionofmods]

[umslay]

[Ales doesn't know what happened between leaving the trial room and finding himself standing in the kitchen. He's hungry, he forgot to eat, but mostly he's just tired. Mr. Compress was a smart fellow, and The Magician had never had to deal with people that weren't complete buffoons. They could have all died if they weren't so lucky.

It dawns on him that he could have died right there because he was mislead by the evidence. Years' worth of work, all for nothing. Mortality is not something one worries about often in the Glade of Dreams, but the thought that he could die down there one day is not helping improve his mood.

He grabs a few plums and strawberries before checking the new floor for a remote spot to eat in peace, but his attention is caught by the bar. You know what? He deserves this.

For the remainder of the day, The Magician sits on the counter with his pile of fruit and the smallest glass of wine he could find, staring at the display behind the counter. Maybe he shouldn't do this to his brilliant mind, but whatever.

He needs to de-stress.

[hasallhismarbles]

[The bar is familiar terrain for Mr. Compress. The League of Villains' hideout was one of their members' bar for quite some time, and now that one is open, he gravitated towards it in no time. He's disappointed he failed in his survival attempt during the execution, but...hey, he's a ghost. May as well make use of this unusual situation.

His poking and prodding is interrupted when Ales enters the bar. Going unnoticed is easier when you're, well, a ghost that can pass through objects, so it actually takes Compress a while to show his presence. He has no regrets for what he attempted to do not very long ago, but he liked Ales enough to feel bad enough about the possibility he could have died]

You should stop looking like you're on the verge of taking an entire bottle instead of that small glass.

Bar

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

That's an absolutely terrible idea, you know.

[Liv's actually out exploring, this week, given the lack of new material to analyze.]

Dulling the senses, in a place where potentially anyone might want to kill you. Mind if I join?

SUNDAY - Day 21.

[legionofmods]

[madmadam]

[Wild whoops and hollering can be heard echoing from Dr. Robotnik's Funtime Chambers. Upon investigating, you'll find none other than Madam Mim throwing a party in there.

Literally.

A pillow has been tied to the rack and torn open, liquor from broken bottles are seeping out of the iron maiden, and Mim herself is sitting around on the breaking wheel spinning it like an office chair while chugging a bottle of rum.]

They finally opened the bar! Time to have some real fun!

[And then she throws a pear of anguish at you.]

[startercar]

[Surprising probably no one, Dennis has returned to the torture chamber. He hasn't really done anything in here yet, but he's given longing dead-eyed looks at things and spent no insignificant amount of time visualizing their use on various people here. The only change from today than the days before is that someone else is already in here when Dennis shows up to be ~unsettling~.

Dennis hasn't been one to turn down hard liquor since he was like, twelve, and given that he's spent his adult life "bartending" (i.e. fucking off and doing whatever at a bar while ignoring customers), he's accustomed to all the different ways people imbibe. Including chugging. He dodges the pear of anguish and picks his way to through some of the bottles, selecting scotch.]

Why are you animals always throwing things? Your aim's shit, by the way.

[windmage]

[Vaati actually catches the pear of anguish when it's thrown at him, but even so, he's already regretting having decided to look into this room, teeth grit in annoyance.]

And you consider this to be "fun"?

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

[Ducking under the despair-pear as she looks inside.]

Interesting choice of venue.

MONDAY - Day 22.

[legionofmods]

[windmage]

[Normally, Vaati tends to disappear to his room or lurk in the background of some rooms, but today, you can actually find him pretty easily: he's made himself a little space in the study, reading some of the books snatched from the library available here from the looks of it. His interest seems to be reading more literary work than references, though. Then again, he is from a world with magic, maybe he thinks the fantasy novels are a reference guide??

Later, you can also find him in the kitchen... staring down the microwave, or maybe it's the stove or the coffee maker.

Vaati has been here a month and he still hasn't figured out how to use these things. A diet of fruit and veggies and whatever else is in the fridge (which he did at least figure out) can only get you so far. He needs to figure out how to use these in order to make more food to eat.

... So uh, if you smell smoke at any time today, don't panic, I'm sure it's fine?]

Kitchen

[masterbreaker]

The amount of times I've seen you just staring down any form of electronic is astonishing, kid.

[ Hey, buddy! Rex leans against a nearby...toaster, crossing his arms as he looks at Vaati with an amused look on his face. ]

You need some help? Or are 'ya just gonna go and push me over again?

[umslay]

[Today, Ales has focused his energy on investigating the conservatory in the hopes of finding more things to work with, only to be entirely taken by the window. He has his snout pressed against the glass as if to see as much of the machinery as possible.]

And entire mechanical fortress? This...it's incredible!

[And awful considering that he's locked here but still. Amazing. He runs to grab a pencil and pen and starts copying every moving part he's able to glean from the view. Any gears, any pistons, any part that appears to be important. The pages and pages of drawings are pretty accurate and detailed, with separate sheets dedicated to different components. Another page dedicated to general layout with labels.

He's never felt this energized until today.]

conservatory

[byo_bob]

Never seen a window before, huh?

[She knows that he's actually more interested in what's outside the window, but Ashe can't help teasing the little guy. Even if he is a pain in the ass.]

TUESDAY - Day 23.

[legionofmods]

LOCKED TO YOMIEL

[legionofmods]

[At around 11:55 PM, you’ll hear a loud set of noises coming from the Throne Room.

Investigate?]

[conditionally]

[ It's fortunate that he was just headed out of the bar to be able to hear the noises coming from the room. If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was Mim or Dennis making some kind of mess, but...

Probably against his better judgement, he heads in to check that there's no body before he goes back downstairs. ]

MOTIVE: World-Ending Thrashing

[kingofkoopas]

[The screens light up no matter where you are, revealing what appears to be...a giant turtle.]

BWAHAHAHA! Tremble before the great and terrible Bowser, peons! If you don’t make moves to join the Legion by the end of the week, I’ll thrash your home universes!

That’s right! Just pummel em into submission! How are you supposed to conquer your homeworlds if all your loved ones are getting punched by ME! So make up your mind, bozos!

[The screen fades.]

[umslay]

[The Magician looks up from his drawings and glares at the nearest monitor.]

Leaving the conversation this soon?

[He slams his notebook shut and sighs.]

[startercar]

I don't give a shit if he thrashes my loved ones, so...

[madmadam]

Say hi to Merlin for me, will you?

[masterbreaker]

... I mean, that’s what I’m trying to do anyways, so less work for me.

WEDNESDAY - Day 24.

[legionofmods]

meeting, i guess?

[conditionally]

[ Truth be told, Yomiel doesn't really care about the other people(?) stuck in this place with him. That doesn't mean that his indifference means he's going to withhold information. Eventually, other people are gonna see the big hole in the wall that Bowser made, anyway. So, in the spirit of not feeling like having the same conversation ten times, he tells everyone he can find to meet him at the control center around noon.

When there, he repeats everything that he saw during the motive announcement yesterday.

Once he's done, he shrugs. ] You can go up and see the big hole in the wall, if you think I'm joking. I'm just telling what I saw.

THURSDAY - Day 25.

[legionofmods]