Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Now that the Narrator is done explaining the situation, you all have time to assess the situation and maybe even work together to find a way out. After all, clearly the Narrator is being over dramatic and it can't be that hard to escape out of here without murdering everyone, right?

But, with the doors outside indeed locked and all the windows unbreakable, it might not be a bad idea to explore the hotel, either for alternative methods of escape or to relieve boredom. Your Narrator is also now available for private chat in case you want to interrogate him or throw more stuff at his face.

If the locked doors aren't bad enough, when everyone goes back to the lobby, they'll notice a plaque on the front desk. If you thought your Narrator wasn't serious before, this is damning evidence to the contrary.

Either way, we really do hope you enjoy your stay in this hotel.]

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{OOC And this'll be the last mod post for the week! Feel free to drop your coins into the penny press once you've earned them. And because this is a peace week, there will be no murder committed!  And if you plan on investigating, just let us know in your toplevel by putting in INVESTIGATION. Have fun while you still can!]

Comments

[anasty]

[ She's not looking at him, seemingly involved in the shelf. Maybe that's a good sign? ]

And you think he's the only one watching us, do you? Ha!

Put it this way: if you arranged an entire party, would you be be content to hear about how it went from someone else?

[coulombslaw]

No. You're right.

[When you're right, you're right, Ursula]

Do you think someone's going to die soon?

[anasty]

It wouldn't surprise me. I don't know how much you heard last night, but our host was quite clear on what our unifying similarity was:

We are all capable of being pushed to murder.

[coulombslaw]

I seriously doubt that. There's nothing that could push me to kill anyone just to get out of here.

[anasty]

What about in self-defense?

[ Now she is looking at him, curious. ]

Or what if you saw someone going after one of those poor, defenseless children?

They're easy targets, you know. Some might even consider it a mercy to spare them from the greater horrors to come.

[coulombslaw]

I have a lot of experience in knocking out and subduing people. If I see anything funny going on, that's what I'll have to do.

[He doesn't mention how without powers it'll be much more difficult to do anything, because that's really the kind of info one doesn't give to someone as suspicious as Ursula]

[anasty]

It's good to see a beacon of confidence in this storm of uncertainty.

How long have you been at it, if I may ask? Vigilante justice?

[coulombslaw]

[Virgil bristles a little at the mention of vigilante justice. It's not vigilantism if you work alongside the police!]

A couple years. Enough to know what I'm doing, you know.

[anasty]

[ That much isn't in your bio, Virgil. ]

There's no need to be so defensive, dear. I'm only curious, not trying to pass judgement.

I was much younger than you when I began my own training, I assure you.

[coulombslaw]

...what kind of training do you mean?

[A chance to find out more about what kind of person she is! Better listen]

[anasty]

Why, with magic of course. Is that not what you do?

[coulombslaw]

No, it's not magic. It's just--something I can do. I'm pretty sure it's not magic at all.

[It's science! At least that's how he defines it]

[anasty]

[ She frowns, bemused. ]

Were you born with it?

[coulombslaw]

Okay, no, but...uh, I gained it. T'was just something that happened.

[He flicks his fingers absent-mindedly, the sound of electricity actually sounding, but it's rather faint. He really wishes his powers hadn't been dampened[

[anasty]

[ She tenses at the sound reflexively, passing it off with a little scoff.]

These things don't tend to just happen to humans, in my experience. Surely someone must have given them to you...

[coulombslaw]

It was an accident!

[He blurts that out before he realized he did. Whoops. He didn't mean to mention that part]

I mean, I wasn't selected or anything, I just was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's all.

[anasty]

If you're attempting to bring some clarity, I'm afraid you've only succeeded in muddying the waters.

[ Ursula coils her few books under one of her tentacles and seems to give up then, moving to join him at the table. ]

What happened, Virgil? Were you hurt?

[ She queries, her tone surprisingly maternal. As if he'd come in with a fat lip and she was getting ready the pack of frozen peas. ]

[coulombslaw]

[Virgil immediately gets defensive. He really doesn't want her nearby, much less being motherly. Who would let a complete stranger be like that? Not him, that's for sure, he's not trusting anyone in this hotel except maybe the chipmunk. He doesn't go away, but he gets a bit tense as if he expected an attack]

No. I told you, I was just somewhere I shouldn't have been. It's--it's hard to explain. A chemical accident.

[He's hiding a lot of the details, but yeah]

[anasty]

[ If it's any consolation, she doesn't try to hover over him, but sits across from him at the table, spiraling her tentacles into one great leg that folds beneath her and coils around a creaking chair. ]

How do you know that "chemical" isn't synonymous in this instance with "magical"?

After all, you were granted quite a supernatural ability for a human, wouldn't you agree?

[coulombslaw]

...I guess you're right. I dunno what exactly was in there, it could have been pixie dust and potions for all I know.

[He knos how his power works, but what exactly was in that gas? Hell if he knows[

[anasty]

I doubt it. Pixies have become quite endangered since the arrival of more popular beliefs.

[ She's 100% serious, if a little dismissive. ]

Are you hoping there's something here to give you more abilities?

[ As she says it, Ursula makes to reach for his pile of books, trying to turn them in order to read their spines. ]