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round 2,
week 4

Week 5

[Five deaths in one week, and almost half of the guests have died now. The Narrator is now claiming that the man who's trying to save all the guests is a cold-hearted killer, and he doesn't seem to be lying about this. But on the other hand, that doesn't explain why he continues to do any of this, or if he's even an entirely good guy here.

Whether you like it or not, tension is becoming unusually high in this hotel now.

But hey, at least you get a nice new floor to tide you over.

13 guests remain]

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[Like on Wednesday, Tadashi is in the kitchen making breakfast. It's a smaller affair than last week, though, because he's not trusting himself with the knives anymore and it's sort of awkward to use one with a bandaged hand besides.

Later on, he wanders upstairs to check out the new rooms. Though he makes note of what's in all of them, he's most interested in two of them.]

The music room is less interesting and more...oddly nostalgic. Also dusty. Someone should get on that, or else the instruments will start to fall apart. And the piano...he feels the edge of it, as if searching for something.]

No teeth.

[Huh?]

In the gym, he can be found practicing kata. Care to interrupt or watch? He won't mind.]

... I should certainly hope not. That would make playing it rather difficult.

Not on the keys. Here.

[He indicates the edge where the lid meets the body of the piano.]

What brings you here?

You mean aside from overhearing your strange murmurings about the piano not having teeth? I'm exploring and seeing what new things we have access to now.

[Still, Joshua comes closer as he inspects the keys, before reaching out to tap one of them in interest, listening for a moment before trying other keys.]

... Hmm. Could use some cleaning, but it doesn't sound like there's any broken wires inside.

[In his defense, he was the only one in the room when he was thinking aloud, and so it wasn't as weird.]

That seems to be the theme of the place: extremely dusty, but not broken. You know how to play a piano?

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[Joshua dusts off the bench here before taking a seat, testing more of the keys.]

Indeed. Though I must admit, it's been a while since I last had the chance to play.

Anything you can play is already better than what I can do. I have no musical talent.

[Though this doesn't stop him from picking up a lute while Joshua's testing out the piano's keys.]

[Joshua plays a few random bits of different tunes before he speaks.]

For some, that doesn't really matter. It's simply about enjoying the moment when playing music.

Good point. I guess that's true with anything...as long as you enjoy doing it, it doesn't matter how good you are at it.

[He plucks a few strings on the lute. What is he even doing?]

Unless you're trying to make money. Then you might want some actual skill.

Then yes, you absolutely need to have skill in that regard.

[For a moment, Joshua simply looks at the piano keys in front of him. Then he takes a breath, and begins to play something a little faster in pace.]

[This one's nice to listen to.]

Hey, you are pretty good.

I should certainly hope so, given the amount of time I spent learning how to play.

[That said, he seems... brighter somehow? Almost glowing, even, with pride perhaps as he continues to play here.]

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[Belle comes in looking red-eyed and sleepless on Sunday morning, intending to break her fast with something simple—some leftover bread from after the trial, perhaps, and some cheese. But she's happy to see Tadashi in the kitchen, even if she notices he's staying far away from the cutlery this week.]

I'm glad to see that the worry over your hand turned out to be for nothing.

[There are eggs, bacon, and toast! And tea, if she wants.]

Hah...you and me both. I thought everyone was going to try to pin the blame on me just because of that.

[It certainly didn't help that Thalia was the one who would've been best able to clear him.]

Sleep okay?

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That would have been awful. Truly.

[She starts to help herself to some food—not a whole lot. Just enough to get something in her stomach. And tea, of course. She waggles a hand.]

I've slept better. I've begun to have the most horrible nightmares...

[Unsurprisingly.]

Oh...that's not good. Not unexpected but still not good...you want to talk about any of them? It might help.

[It might make her feel slightly better?]

[Belle pauses for a moment, and then nods, leaning back against the counter and looking down at her plate.]

It's hard to explain, but...it's a rose. A rose, encased in glass. And the petals have all fallen, except for one. And all I see is that last petal, hanging from its very last thread...threatening to fall.

[She gives a humorless laugh.]

I know it doesn't sound very frightening. But...given the context, it's incredibly painful.