Final Week.

[legionofmods]

[Further instructions.

That’s the phrase that weighs on you now, as you enter a month of captivity. The last trial took out the trial room itself, and seemingly resulted in your host deciding to conclude the exercise for...whatever reason. If nothing else, even if that proves to be a lie, it’s a development. That’s the most you can hope for right now.

All you can do is wait. Welcome to survivorpool.]

(ooc note: welcome to endgame! your final investigation and trial will be happening this Friday-Saturday. there will be two groups for the final investigation which will be posted before then. thank you for your time with us, and should you have any questions as we prepare to close out the game, please let us know!)

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SATURDAY - Day 33.

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[tedioustrivium]

[The Trivium's in a Mood after that trial to be honest. He spends a lot of time just slumped in a foyer chair, spinning the occasional board game toy in his hands. Ugh. He did things and its so gross.

He tries to distract himself by cooking again in the kitchen. Just making bullshit he can't eat. Its a good waste of time, but it still doesn't help.

Outside all of that though, he keeps returning to the door to Dennis' room. He paces outside it, rattles the doorknob, kicks the door, and generally looks completely frustrated. Damn it all to hell....

Its kind of wild that people can probably pick on most of his Feelings by this point despite his well-documented lack of face.]

Dennis

[umslay]

That's not your room.

[Given that the Trivium isn't all here, perhaps he forgot where he slept.]

[startercar]

[Dennis died while trying to drown his panic in red wine, and as such he's taken his drunken state into the afterlife. He'll spend the rest of eternity tipsy, to say the least.

He pokes his head through the door and scrunches his forehead at Trivium.]

I put another lock on. [Where he got that is a mystery best left unanswered.] I mean, I would have preferred at least one that locked from the outside, but since all the women worth banging can walk through walls now it really doesn't matter.

[He looks rattled, even past the rheumy wine-haze.]

Did you execute that piece of shit?

dennis is almost denny's

[clawhands]

Hey! You're breaking and entering! Don't try to deny it!

[...huh. That sure sounds like Bad Cop, but he doesn't appear to be anywhere in sight--at least, not down by the Trivium's feet like he normally is.

If the Trivium looks up, he'll see (?) a scowling LEGO seemingly floating in the air, his disembodied head held aloft in one hand. There's no blood or viscera involved with this new ghostly form--thank God.]

[masterbreaker]

[Rex... is not doing well after the trial, really. As soon as the trial is over with, and he narrowly manages to escape just being hit with...whatever those things were during the execution, Rex rushes his way out of the trial room, making his way to the kitchen. Somehow, he manages to pour himself a gigantic mug of coffee (though, it's just a regular sized mug to those who are of regular size) and just...

Sits on the handle, staring down at it.

Much, much later, however, you can find Rex in the foyer, idly looking through the different board games...well, bored, or something. What's clear, though, is he's definitely trying to keep his mind distracted from something.

The trial and the discovery of a certain LEGO's body seem to have him shaken up, for some odd reason. Even he's not sure why.]

foyer

[clawhands]

Hey, buddy! You don't look too good. Is everything alright?

[A familiar voice floats through the air, from behind Rex. If the LEGO turns around, he'll be met with a familiar face.

Two familiar faces, actually. Bad Cop/Good Cop are floating in the air, their body semi-translucent and almost vaporous. In one arm, they hold their intact head like some sort of LEGO-based headless horseman. Currently, Good Cop is facing towards Rex, and he offers a sheepish grin.]

Foyer

[tedioustrivium]

...Wanna spin the Life wheel aimlessly for a while too?

[Cause that's what he's been doing.]

SUNDAY - Day 34.

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[umslay]

[The Magician does not like the sound of this. Their captor has something hidden up their metaphorical sleeve, and he can't be caught unaware. He grabs a quick sandwich, grabs his tool box, and heads to the gymnasium. One of the weightlifting machines has been partially cannibalized for parts.

He's sorting through the nuts and bolts on the floor, tossing them into different piles. Some small metal bars are in the pile, whatever wasn't too heavy for the Teensie.]

Hey, help me get this part off, will you? [He points at a large metal piece that's only being held by two unloosened screws.]

[masterbreaker]

You're askin' the wrong person to help you with this, pal.

[He instead chooses to lean against the closest thing to him, crossing his arms and watching the other curiously.]

What are you doing, anyways?

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

[Yeah, she can do that. There's a reason she lets her non-human arms do all the major work in fights.]

[They're probably not necessary HERE, but why not show off a little, at this point.]

So is this an escape attempt, stress relief, or both?

MONDAY - Day 35.

[legionofmods]

[windmage]

[Today, it doesn't particularly matter where you are: maybe you're trying to read, waste time counting ceiling ties, having a cup of coffee, whatever it is when...

... Do you suddenly get the feeling that you're being watched by someone?

It won't take long to discover the source should you look around: in the upper corner of the room is the ghostly image of this fucking thing, floating there and... at the moment, just watching. Staring at you.

Because that's not unsettling or anything.]

[umslay]

[The Magician has been focusing on rearranging the parts he cannibalized from the exercise machines that he hasn't been noticing something approaching behind him. It would be utterly stupid and dangerous to work out here in the open, but he had thought that he would hear any would-be murderer.

How wrong he is. He stands up to stretch his arms before he notices the eye. He yelps.

And falls off the chair.]

[madmadam]

[Mim is doing all of the above, partly because she's bored out of her mind, and partly because she wants to see just how long she can get the horrifying eye monster to creep on her before it gives up.]

TUESDAY - Day 36.

[legionofmods]

ANNOUNCEMENT

[legionofmods]

[Around the time that you would expect a motive announcement to take place, that familiar voice kicks in with...decidedly different things to say.]

Your exercise will conclude this Friday, giving you time to prepare for your release. We shall have a final conference during that time that will provide insight into your stay and your potential future employment opportunities.

Should you have any objections to this plan, make your peace. Now.

[liv_nye_the_science_pi]

This would be the part where you try to kill us all, then?

[umslay]

What, did we pass already?

[conditionally]

Can't we just do this now and get it over with?

[madmadam]

What if I don't want to work for you?

WEDNESDAY - Day 37.

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THURSDAY - Day 38.

[legionofmods]

ONE LAST BENDER

[madmadam]

[God, Mim is SO BORED. There wasn't a proper motive this week, Egghead's been long replaced by some boring disembodied voice, and half of the poor schmucks locked in here are dead and they didn't even leave behind corpses to prop up in amusing poses. What's a witch to do?

Make a huge mess, obviously.

Mim can be found in the bar levitating every bottle of booze in elaborate circles in the air. Some of them are open, spilling their contents all over, and the more Mim drinks, the more erratic the patterns become. It's very likely you're going to get doused in brandy, conked in the head by a heavy bottle, or popped in the face by an errant cork as she opens another bottle of wine.]

Don't just stand there! Help me drink all this!