WEEK 6

[lockdownmods]

[Week six comes like an ominous wave. If anything, the wall is more threatening that it's ever been. That sign from last week? Looks aged-- like it's far more than just a week old. But more than that, it feels like something is waiting to snap this week. What could possibly go wrong, after last week?

Said no one ever, at this point.

But still, if you look around this week, you might find out something. It's like someone has started leaving clues in places old and new. Take a look around.]

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Comments

[lovedanime]

You're right... if we think about the whole world being in a situation similar to the erasure of Japan, there would be many direly motivated people...

I guess it just scares me. Even defeating the entire administration on this campus and escaping, won't these other people, like the headmaster, look at us like valuable assets?

[devotingly]

Why do we have to have a lecture on something so meaningless? [ hellooooo? get back on track you pair of idiots ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Shrug.]

"User says: I also help with my dad's business when I can, so it's not like I'm freeloading or anything."

[Because borrowing your dad's yacht is totally a normal teenager thing, right?]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Who's been prepping these meals in the first place?

[He... Didn't see a chef anywhere.]

[ososoi]

I don't know, but clearly they went on strike!

[ Oso is so grateful that the Starbucks still has a variety of food. ]

[ososoi]

[ Osomatsu doesn't leave his room for the rest of the day. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Rebecca shuts her eyes when his hand lands on hers. The image of Connor's peeling back skin lingers behind her eyelids. ]

He told me... He promised, today...and the next, and the next... He'd still be here.

[whatsmytalentagain]

I don't blame them.

[He lifts up his pencil, tapping the eraser to his lips. Sure, the buffets are alright, but...

He's writing again... And fixing an error in his writing. Then polishing it up a bit.]

You think we could get Emi Tsukasa-kun to make something every now and then? Or maybe give us cooking lessons?

[ososoi]

Yeah, maybe!

...That reminds me, I still gotta go make those brownies sometime soon.

Maybe tomorrow. [ WELP ]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol looks at himself. A cape over a school uniform (his clown costume has to be washed sometimes), with his silly furry boots.]

I'm already wearing something goofy. I want to wear something appropriate. You know, to really fit in!

[Said kind of pleadingly.]

[sendintheclown]

Why not? Most people here would disagree with you.

[There's an amused surprise in his voice; he'd never expect Rebecca to think he'd honor a promise.]

[sendintheclown]

Well, you seem more of the bookish type than an athlete. It's really quite surprising!

[Then, he looks her over with a smirk.]

And you look downright terrified.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol takes the flower crown, and, with nowhere better to put it to keep it from being crushed, he puts it on his head. In all the changing between his disguise and his regular clothes, he'd left his hat out of his ensemble, and this was a fine replacement.

He holds his hands out with a grin. Ta-da!]

How do I look? Is the irony lost on me?

[sendintheclown]

...Maybe I should kill a guy so I can ask Dos-kun to steal Mr. Todd's fortune?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

... How would he even get here?

[Also no. No murder.]

[sendintheclown]

[Opens mouth.]

...

[Closes.]

...Good point.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[.... Why does the clown keep being cute. This was not supposed to happen. Poe very quickly looks away red in the face.]

It's... erm... not a... um... terrible look on you... but the flower meaning really does not fit.

[The clown is not pure and innocent. He is the opposite of all that.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Really... this motive isn't useful if someone takes the time to think about it.... I mean... I'm sure someone will kill anyway...

[That's been the pattern so far....]

.... but.. sending a message to anyone back home will do nothing. No one... no one can get to us here.

[Unless someone knows a reality warper or dimension hopper... they're on their own.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[He doesn't even remember the last time he talked to his.]

I'm not.... the idea of being in such a small space with so many people... it's.... not a lifestyle I could easily adapt to.

[sendintheclown]

Perfect! That makes it funny!

[He giggles, and flops over onto Poe's bed. Hi, replica Karl.]

Now, on with the talk!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I... see.

[Okay...]

Where... exactly have you traveled before?

[He can't say he's not curious.]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol thinks on it for a moment.]

What if it's not meant to do anything? What if the message is all that matters?

[Something simple, innocuous, but might mean everything to someone.]

[ososoi]

Well, that's not really surprising. Ya haven't grown up with five other brothers like I have. It's just been something I've gotten used to.

...If anything, I'm actually less comfortable when my brothers aren't around. [ Something which isn't the least bit surprising coming from him. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Oh.. um... r-right.

[He'll just... carefully take a seat on the bed as well. Hello, Replica Karl.]

What... exactly do you know of Dostoevsky's plans...? Does the boss of the Port Mafia and the ADA's President's lives being pitted against each other sound familiar? They've both been infected with a virus... and if one doesn't die before time is up... then they will both die?

[Ranpo did sort of explain things when asking him for help... even if he's a bit hazy on the details in some places.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

.... That is a distinct possibility. I... I think I'm still going to be disappointed in their motive though....

[Please stop killing for mundane motives...]