Final Week.

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[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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SUNDAY - Day 34.

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MONDAY - Day 35.

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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.]

[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.]

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.

[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?

[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?

[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.]

[tedioustrivium]

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

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

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.]

[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?

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]

WAAH-!

[A shocked scream comes from the LEGO's throat, and he nearly falls over just from the sheer shock of having to hear the familiar voice he hadn't been expecting to be hearing anytime soon.

Rex turns around, looking the two ghosts up and down as he tries to find the words to say.]

Yeah-- I'm fine, uh...

You two... sure are ghosts, huh.

[umslay]

Taking apart this machine. I don't know if I'm going to have to defend myself from whatever our captor plans to do to us, so I'm doing what I do best.

[He points at the pile of parts with his Teensie-sized wrench.]

Build.

[umslay]

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

[clawhands]

[Good Cop flinches backwards at the shout, the head in his hands teetering precariously.]

Ah, yes. We're both dead.

[And then he begins manually turning the head around in his hands for Bad Cop to face Rex. It takes a few seconds and it's kind of awkward for everyone involved. Bad Cop clears his throat, scowling.]

So? What's your plan to get out of here, exactly?

[masterbreaker]

...Hm.

[For a second, he ponders. But he wanders over to the initial chunk of metal that had been pointed out initially, and as hard as he can, kicks it. Much to his surprise, it budges just a tad closer to Ales, and he can't help but to grin to himself.]

Mind if I help, then? I want to get out of here as much as you do. Unfortunately, Connor could never find anything.

[masterbreaker]

Not sure.

[He sighs, swiveling his hair piece out of his face. He leans against the box of a board game he had been looking at, rolling his eyes.]

Connor's been crawling through the vents trying to see if he can find a way out. I guess I can try and build somethin' to get outta here, but I'll figure it out. Heh, I usually do!

[clawhands]

Connor. [Said in an almost sullen tone.] Your raptor, I'm guessing.

[Head spin.]

I'm sure you'll figure it out! You master bui--er, breakers always know what to do! Even if it's inconvenient for our job.

[There's a brief pause, as if the cops were thinking about something they had to say. Neither of them seem willing to talk, however.]

[umslay]

[Some good his pet was. That's why you can't rely on other people to get anything done.]

Sure. I'll climb up on end and you the other. We're going to unscrew that curved bit at the same time and let it drop.

[He stands up to climb onto the machine.]

Got it?

[masterbreaker]

Yep. One of my many raptors. He's up in my room sleepin' right now, I don't want to go bother him.

[He notices the hesitance, and although the grin on his face as he talks about his raptor is wide, it's quick to drop to a more serious expression - one that seems almost uncharacteristic of him.

But he speaks up, although his voice is quiet.]

Sorry you won't be able to get out of here, though.

[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!

[tedioustrivium]

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

Okay. I'm breaking and entering.