Day 2: The Motives

[pandatrash]

[Your first "chillaxin day" comes and goes. No exits are found, no help has come, no real explanations are given. But all of a sudden, the tablets reboot and start showing... a spreadsheet. Well, that's something, at least.]

[Tycoon is out in full force today, dashing up to everyone he meets and handing each of them a cute envelope with their name written on the front in crayon. If they should look inside, they'll find their murder carrot written there, as well as, "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY." If your character is one of the ones who has no bribe for which they would kill an innocent person, they will instead find a picture of dickbutt, but with their own face crudely drawn on it, and helpful "DIS U" with an arrow, just in case the point was missed.]

((🔪 Setting
🔪 If you haven't filled out the character list and IC profiles yet, please do that. Until those are done, we have the aforementioned spreadsheet the raccoons are still fixing their tablet software, okay).
🔪 Trust sheets are due Sunday, 6pm PST
🔪If you decide to drop but would like to play out a death scene, you can comment here to volunteer to die.
🔪 We had two last-minute drops: Hiyoko, who did not intro, and Kaito, who would like to retcon having intro'd. The original sign still said 32... well, lbr, raccoons aren't that good at counting.

SOME THREAD LINKS:
McGonagall gives a speech
Oops the library is on fire))

Comments

[pandatrash]

[Tycoon seems pretty cheerful as he hands out those envelopes!]

Who wants a motive for murder? Youuuu dooo!! Don't look at them in public, though!

[worldcup]

Hmm? Would something bad happen if we looked at them in public?

[cw_suicide]

... my, what incentivizing kidnappers we have.

[fineprinted]

Why would you draw something like this? What do any of this even mean...?!

[ guess who got a dickbutt, you guys ]

[flamingprick]

Nah, don't bother. I'm not gonna read it anyway.

[piertotumlocomotor]

No.

[She just puts her envelope away, not even bothering to try to open it]

[wolfsbaneandtears]

This would be the 'reward' potion of the rules?

[cluelesscavewoman]

Sir?

[Guess whose obedient enough to kneel down and put her hands out, palms facing up for her message? Yup...Maybe her title should have been something else.]

[suppressthedark]

[...He'll. Take it.]

And if we don't open them?

[Don't listen to him, he'll totally open his once he's in his room.]

[purrtagonist]

[so anyway he totally accepted and opened his envelope, but. he also stole a pair of safety scissors from the art room and is now cutting up both the envelope AND the paper inside into rudimentary paper snowflakes]

[right where Tycoon can see]

[HI]

[starguards]

I don't think anyone wants these...

[theyregooddogs]

[just wordlessly holding his hand out, this is fascinating]

[doyouwannadie]

You can keep it.

[She can imagine well enough what's inside. She'll pass.]

[piertotumlocomotor]

[The motives were given. At some point later in the day, when most people are at the Cafeteria, she stands up]

I'm sure you all are aware what happened today. We all have been given a motive to tempt us to kill.

[She pauses, looking around sternly]

Keep this in mind: what guarantee is there our captors will do anything for you? Do you believe that they would have any intentions to help you, or to give you something you want? If they were as charitable as to offer such rewards, they would not ask for blood.

Refrain from giving them what they want, because you won't get what you want. There's not even a guarantee you'll remember anything that transpired here once you return home. For the sake of pointing out a possible scenario: modifying memories is easy. All they'd have to do is make you forget, they'd have no obligation to do anything for you. All you'd have left is a blight in your soul, knowing you caused at least one person's death.

I hope none of you ever had foolish ideas about murdering, and if you ever did, think it twice. Committing murder won't be tolerated.

[Once she's done, McGonagall sits down, continuing her meal. Yeah, that's what she wanted to say]

[cw_suicide]

[... raises a hand]

[flamingprick]

You know, you're right and all, but when you say it it sounds like the punishment for murder is being grounded or something.

[OLD GRANDMA MCGONAGALL]

[worldcup]

There may not be any guarantee, but they did bring dead people here back to life.

[ Illyasviel seems to smile, almost knowingly as she replies to her comment, just a little bit amused. ]

Plus. . . there are rituals that deal with blood. Especially when it comes to wish granting.

[afailedmurder]

[Early in the morning, even before Tycoon can get to him, Akechi takes a book from the library to the kitchen. Once there, he fills a deep cooking pot up with cooking oil and lights up a burner on the stove. Lighting the book aflame, he drops it in the pot, which he then picks up with some adorable oven mitts and brings back to the library, along with a couple more bottles of oil wedged under his arms.

Once there, he begins methodically setting bookshelves on fire, one after the next, humming to himself the entire time.]

[worldcup]

What exactly are you doing?

[truthstranger]

[On the bright(?) side, the spreadsheet has apparently distracted Shuichi from his near-constant state of being on the edge of an emotional breakdown with something else to focus on.]

Harem—why is that my talent?!

[wolfsbaneandtears]

Would you rather be the Ultimate Chef? Not a bad talent, but it was not what I'd pick as my main strength.

[cw_suicide]

[anyway, school is the worst.

especially when the library's been burnt down.

and there's a murder game on.

and your title is the Ultimate Mafioso Detective.

time to FIND ALL THE ALCOHOL.]

[pandatreasure]

[apparently this school has One entire standard because there's no alcohol to be found... maybe another day]

[suppressthedark]

[Well. That was a thing. First the library burns down, and now he's actually gotten a look at the spreadsheet (in the cafeteria, because there are still usable tables there), and-]

WHAT THE HELL?!

[WHY IS HE THE ULTIMATE POET. HIS HOBBY POEMS AREN'T EVEN THAT GOOD. WHY WOULD THEY JUST REVEAL HIS SECRETS LIKE THIS. HOLY SHIT. He looks visibly annoyed and distraught, if the loud, angry exclamation didn't clue you in.]

This is - where are those goddamn raccoons?!

[He's talking to the managers okay, this is an outrage!!

He's gonna go fucking apoplectic when the id cards finally go up.


Later, after his minor freakout, you can find him in the library, sorting through the sad, burned and waterlogged books to see what's still usable. The result?]

....Of course porn would survive the fire. Why wouldn't it.

[He just hopes Tsumugi isn't taking the loss of most of the library too hard - guy seemed pretty tightly wound as is.]

[locktouching]

[Delighted gasp!]

[worldcup]

[ She's kind of relieved that she took some of the books out of the library - at least, the ones that she cared about but seeing this whole mess makes her wonder what's even left and honestly she can't help but be disappointed.

People should probably keep her away from the 18+ stuff, though...

She'll also be found making a sandwich in the cafeteria, trying to make it absolutely perfect. It's kind of difficult, though; which is evidenced by the slight frustration in her expression as she has a bunch of bread and cheese and bread. ]

How much should I do for this...

[loveandwillpower]

I don't believe you're older than eight if you can't make a sandwich.

[theyregooddogs]

[There are simple signs pasted up in the Cafeteria, Gym, and the entrance of the Dormitory Wing: If you want to go out at night, talk to Will. There are instructions for where his room is, and Will is just calmly seated at his desk, hands knitted, thumbs pressed into the bridge of his nose, if you venture to inquire . . . ]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[well, why the hell not. Will is gonna get a visit from at least one self-important teen, lucky him]

So you're the one soliciting evening companionship?

[thesummation]

[ sigma, much like mcgonagall, waits for when everyone is gathered in the cafeteria for lunch. he eyes his sandwich somewhat anxiously before standing up and clearing his throat after the discussion begins to fade. ]

Uh.

[ we're off to a great start. ]

I've been...kind of scarce since I got here. My name is Sigma, for those of you who don't know. That should be pretty much all of you, actually, but this isn't an introduction. There's something I need to tell all of you.

[ he swallows, only for his features to then steel. ]

I've been in a situation like this before — 9 people were abducted and forced into a game where we were pitted against each other in an intellectual, emotional and literal deathmatch. There was an annoying, fuzzy mascot and everything. I've been through this already — know what it means to die like the back of my hand. And...

Whatever you're even considering: don't. The only way we can fight this is by banding together. The second you let these...raccoons divide us is the second people start dying. You have a choice; don't let them make you doubt that.

...That's all. If you have any questions, I'll...do my best to answer them.

[theyregooddogs]

Does the name Shuichi Saihara ring any bells for you?

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

[You didn't need that nearby electronic or appliance, did you? Since Kaiba is here, mini screwdriver in hand, just finishing up/in the process of/about to open it up and attempt to take its innards out, for reasons,]

[locktouching]

[Sure didn't. But he's going to give Kaiba a hard time anyway.]

Oh, you think you can just come over here and steal from a thief? How bold of you.