Week 4 [Day 13-Day 15]

[calloperators]

[Well that sure was an eventful trial. But on the bright side it looks like there’s some justice in this world, as meager as it is.

But even with the success, something starts feeling off the moment they leave the trial. Even if you might not realize it at first, the people living in this town are starting to seem more distant than normal, although you’re still more than welcome to chat with them.

Along with that, delivery trucks are suddenly popping up all over the town. You feel like they’re watching you....but thats impossible--youve only ever seen them delivery real packages...right?

Perhaps more terrifying however, is that now the Bowling Alley and the Arcade are closed! That’s so much good entertainment… gone….

...Also, starting this week something new is happening with the ghosts. What is that? Well… just wait and see.]

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(OOC: As a reminder, if you want to investigate or talk to an NPC, please list it in your header! And don't forget to fill out this week's Activity Check!)

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[orforfun]

...

[angrily crumples the polaroid. if you catch him, this might be the first time you’ve seen peter livid.]

arcade

[iote]

[...hello, Ladd. Nice to see you too, he supposes, in that it's not nice at all.]

Perhaps the proprietors simply heard you were coming and didn't care to see you either.

[iote]

[So. On the one hand, this incentive sort of pisses him off because anything he wants done Michalis believes in doing himself, and that includes the slaying of his enemies. But the images he's been given are...well, he knows who the person in them is, and it's certainly someone he would like to see wiped off the face of the planet just because he won't stop being a damn idiot, but...

Mnngh.

Well, he's in the rec room again for a while; he doesn't seem as blanked out as he was last week, but it seems this is where he's going to go when he needs to think for a while. Maybe it's because it's largely quiet here, maybe it's because he can annoy Max any time he wants, if he decides he wants to. But for now he's leaving the AI alone - maybe he'll bother him later, but for now he's just sifting through those Polaroids.

Later on, he can be found at the beach, hating the fact that he's here because he's usually here when something is going wrong in his life, but it's an acceptable place to do drills and so that's what he's doing today - not with the lance, though that's nearby and shoved shaftside in the sand, but with a large black battleaxe with gold engravings on it. Either he went back to the convenience store at some point and got some more stuff out of it, or he knows something y'all don't about where to get medieval qeaponry.

Either way, it's not like it matters much; what matters is that he's practiced with it, and he's capable, even if this is really obviously not his weapon - he's not as comfortable with it as he is the lance and it shows, but then, that's why drills are overall a good thing.]

Beach

[hotlinenpcs]

[Having fun, Michalis? Because as you're practicing, you get the distinct feeling like you're being watched.

... It seems like you're not alone on this beach.]

[iote]

[...Do you ever just hate your life.

Okay. So he's going to become aware of that rather quickly, just because hypervigilance isn't something that you leave behind on the battlefield; it's not something he's pleased with, but on the other hand, he's also aware that it's not the smartest idea to cross someone who's currently holding a goddamn battleaxe.

So. Stopping what he's doing, though not abruptly so as not to be immediately cause for concern. Spot check on this beach. Anyone visible?]

[smallbutknowingclown]

[Don't worry about it!

About ten feet away from Michalis there's a clown doll, positioned so that she's looking right at you.

She's also wearing cute little sunglasses!!]

[iote]

[Oh, that's.

...

Cute, actually? Michalis was apparently born without the primal fear of clowns in his soul for some godforsaken reason, which is probably the strongest argument presented so far for Michalis not possessing a soul at all.

Anyway. Can he approach the stupid thing so he can get a better look?]

[smallbutknowingclown]

[You sure can! Don't worry, she won't bite :)]

[iote]

[He sincerely hopes not...

So. Hi. You're kinda cute? Can he make a poor life choice and pick you up.]

[smallbutknowingclown]

[Yeah you can! But as soon as you pick her up, it feels like someone is speaking to you from inside your head. It's normal don't worry.

Hello, Michalis. Do not be afraid.]

[beardcheck]

[So Peter would like to rage?]

...you look like you wanna fight. You wanna fight? Cause I kinda wanna fight.

[The call and photo were. Disconcerting. And he's bored.]

[beardcheck]

Pike, my best buddy? You just said she's here.

[iote]

[...you know how the first day he was here, he threw the phone receiver

he also accidentally turned the power drill on

he threw that too

basically he responds to things making sounds they shouldn't make by, um

yeeting them

this thing is going flying, is what I'm saying

thankfully not in the direction of the ocean but a good ways over there and just. piff. into the sand THERE IT GOES.]

[smallbutknowingclown]

[She does not make a move to stop him, or brace herself from the impact. She is a doll, after all.

I am not here to hurt you, Michalis. You do not need to resort to violence so soon.]

[iote]

That wasn't violence. That was an indication that you shouldn't be speaking.

[...buddy.]

[smallbutknowingclown]

[I suppose I could stay silent and not give you the information you need.

How about that? Huh???]

[iote]

[...let's try not to yell at the talking clown doll and just go pick it up again. Maybe brush it off a little, because sand.]

What information do you speak of?

[smallbutknowingclown]

[Thank you.

I offer you my predictions for your near future. For you and everyone who's been taken here.]

[iote]

...I'll hear them, if nothing else, though I won't promise I'll believe.

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ :^( ]

But I thought all the dead people couldn't show up until later in the day! What gives?

[ She shrugs. ] Not that I know of. It's only been, like, a day. People are still feeling bad from what happened, or whatever.

[smallbutknowingclown]

[I offer three predictions:

A midnight man will be your beacon.
Someone you know will succumb to sloth.
You will be delivered to your final destination.

I ask that you tell the others as well, even if you don't believe me.]

[boxingbuff]

[Nice to see you too, Michalis. Maybe. Possibly.]

Hey, if my name carries that much weight even after I'm dead, I'm not gonna start complaining!

[He's high on life now - or, afterlife, as it were.]

So, how'd that thing go where your loved ones were threatened?

[boxingbuff]

Wha....

[Oh. Ohhh.]

Try to think a little, big guy. I was talking about myself. It's like a figure of speech.

[boxingbuff]

Yeah, that's right, ain't it? But just look at me; I'm feeling pretty damn good out here in the sun. Maybe I'm just different.

[Or he died at a good time, relatively speaking.]

Eh, give them a day or two, they'll get over it. [He smirks.] At least until someone else kicks the bucket. Then I'm not gonna be around to blame.

[iote]

...Must all predictions and prophecies be so pointlessly vague? This tells me nothing.