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!)

Comments

[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.]

[tedioustrivium]

I'm well aware.

[umslay]

Good. So you're simply wasting time attempting to enter the wrong one.

[tedioustrivium]

Ugh, I wish. Think of all the time I could waste checking each door.

[umslay]

Perhaps one of them is unlocked and has something useful behind it. Perhaps there is something that can unlock anything here! Too bad we have no one here with that sort of time on their hand. It would be quite useful!

[tedioustrivium]

Useless. It would be quite useless. I can't do anything if it actually has a point.

Ugggggh. [He bonks his head against the door.] But of course I know something's there and I can't just leave it in there. But its also safely locked away from others! But maybe that means I should be wasting my time trying to get it! Or waste people's time and keep them away from it? [He bonks his head against it a few more times. This sucks!!!!]

[umslay]

I don't know. What's that you're looking for?

[Is is...useful?]

[tedioustrivium]

I can't tell you that! You're much smarter than Dennis, you could use it against me!

[umslay]

That's not much of a compliment, but thank you!

...So if it's that useful, why put in the effort in opening the door that will give me access to an item that will kill you? Is your untimely death the goal you are avoiding, which is ultimately a thing to work towards? Or is it the opposite - the chance to get that item before anyone else does, protecting yourself. Such a noble task!

[tedioustrivium]

Ugh, stop it, the last thing I want to do is something useful. Yet here I am, in this godforsaken place, forced into the position again and again.

[umslay]

So what's the plan? Open the door or leave it alone? You have to decide!

[Or waste time deciding. The Magician is eager to see what the Trivium fellow picks.]

[tedioustrivium]

KEEP PACING YOU SAY? HERE I GO!

[So he goes a pacing around in an anxious mess.]

[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?

[tedioustrivium]

[So, Trivium legit never ran into any ghosts and is just kinda. "Alright" at this.]

...Yes, he received quite a brutal punishment.

[startercar]

Good. He was a goddamn savage. I hope my funeral wasn't interrupted by any of the idiots around here. [Dennis walks through the door entirely and examines the door, knowing he can't unlock it due to that whole intangible thing.] I guess you want your spear back. Some good it did me.

[He looks scared and child-like, which sure is a thing for a guy who seconds ago was talking about locking women up in his room.]

Am I really dead?

[tedioustrivium]

Sorry, old bean. Its the Spear of Truth. It can only really hurt concepts, not people.

[Oh god, is he supposed to do the comfort thing...]

You could just have gained superpowers, I suppose. Intangible Man!

[startercar]

How about the concept of being a giant asshole?

[No, he is not, because Dennis is going to take that shit and run with it. There is nothing Dennis or anyone he knows likes more than the ability to delude one's self to avoid discomfort. He's a pro.

He takes a big breath - his lungs filling with nothingness are faintly visible through his skin, along with all his other organs - and settles in on an angle.]

Well, I guess I'll have to find some use for these powers, but they mostly sound like dick.

[tedioustrivium]

That's most concepts, to be fair.

[He can roll with that.]

Ah, but your moment of triumph is waiting for you at the season finale. With your god-like talent, you'll overcome your obstacles and prove yourself the hero you were meant to be!

[startercar]

These powers could have gone to someone less...worthy. [Why wouldn't they go to him? He's a great guy.] But not being able to feel anything is...

[He frowns.] I suppose I could always experience things vicariously, if you'd be willing to help out.

[tedioustrivium]

...I mean, I'm a Demon of Ignorance, so my senses tend to be... different? Where's the Senses Taker when you need him....]

[startercar]

That's just make it more interesting, honestly.

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.]

[tedioustrivium]

[He looks up, tilting his head in consideration. That's new.]

Okay. I'm breaking and entering.

[clawhands]

That's not what I meant--

[And he drops his head, which goes careening down to the ground and bounces along with a quiet plink.]

Darn! Not again!

[The Cops' body floats down to try and retrieve his head, arms outstretched in front of him to try and feel for it. The head just keeps rolling and stops at the Trivium's feet.]

Ughhhhh.