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

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

About how the Port Mafia and the ADA are apparently now at war because both of their leaders will die unless one is killed before time runs out.

[Ranpo explained the situation to him... mostly he thinks.... but the thing he's most concerned about...]

.... Also I might have made a powerful enemy in the Port Mafia due to assisting the ADA in trapping him... and that is extremely concerning. I'd... I'd rather not survive this mess only to die to him.

[He's pretty sure he's dead if Nakahara ever finds out who he is. And that would be just his luck.]

[sendintheclown]

Oh.

[He innocently pushes his glasses up.]

I don't know if he'd know anything about that, now.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Well..... I'd still like to see him regardless.

[It's.... not like he has anything better to do.]

[sendintheclown]

Um, I don’t know about any clowns, but...

[He takes out the notebook he’s holding, opens it, and clicks a pen.]

If you want to speak with someone, I could pen you in.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I... suppose that would work if it's the only way....

[He never thought he'd think it, but he actually really would rather have the clown's normal personality back right now.]

[sendintheclown]

[He gives a warm smile and a nod.]

Then I can schedule you for...[He looks over the notebook, as if there's actually anything written there.] Say, 5pm? Would that be good for you, Sir?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

It would be.

[He'll... likely be finished reading in the library by then.]

[sendintheclown]

Right! And, um, where should I make this appointment for...?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Erm.... would my room or the library be more optimal? I... um... would be fine with either.

[sendintheclown]

Your room. It’s more suitable for a private meeting, after all.

[He clicks the pen once more and closes the notebook.]

I’ll, um, send someone in to see you then, Sir! [Another bow] Have a- have a good day!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Right... well... I do have a thing I think he'd like anyway I suppose...

[Poe just... sighs in relief at this little charade finally coming to an end.]

....Likewise.

[He'll be off to enjoy the rest of his day then.... before anxiously waiting in his room once the appointed time arrives.]

[sendintheclown]

[Come 5pm there is a rapping at Poe’s chamber door. And a honking. Gee, I wonder who that could be?]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[The door is opened and Poe looks out. He's actually glad to have the usual murder clown back. Talking to him disguised as that other person was.... extremely strange.]

You ready to talk now...?

[sendintheclown]

Well, gosh, why else would I be here?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I did say that I got something I thought you might like....

[He steps to the side so Gogol can get in.]

[sendintheclown]

Really? I don’t recall...

[Gogol enters, and looks around expectantly.]

Well? Where is it?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Here.

[He pointedly looks to the side in embarrassment as he holds out the flower crown made of daisies.]

I... um.... I... I thought it might make a decent accessory for that viking head if you ever go through with modifying it to look like Grantaire. The meaning of daisies in flower language utterly clashes with Grantaire and... well... putting a flower crown atop what's supposed to represent someone's decapitated head... It seems like something you'd do.

[Also the meaning of daisies in flower language is ironic for Grantaire... and Poe finds that mismatch amusing.]

[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?

[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.]

[sendintheclown]

Perfect! That makes it funny!

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

Now, on with the talk!

[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.]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol hums.]

You know I can't tell you that, Detective!

[His job is quite literally keeping that stuff under wraps. Just ask Mushitarou when you remember him.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Helpful as usual Clown....

[He was expecting that answer though...]

Right... well... what do you know of Nakahara Chuuya?

[The person he's really concerned about right now. He can't believe he helped Ranpo trap that guy in a book!]

[sendintheclown]

Mmmm.

[He takes a moment.]

Nothing more than you would.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

.... He's... very dangerous.

[Hahahahahaha..... that's putting it lightly....]

.... and Ranpo convinced me to help trap him in a book.... which I received a few weeks ago.

[He's pretty sure they're both out now though.... but his Ability is off.... Nope. Not going to dwell on that possibility.]

I... don't fancy my chances if that man ever finds out my identity. It... wasn't a pleasant book.

[He'd really rather not survive a death game just to potentially die to the mafia....]