randangonpa | Day 10 - NEW FEAR'S EVE

THREE! TWO! ONE! HAPPPPPY NEW FEAR!

This is the last raccoon holiday for a while, so if you'd like a vacation from this murder game before the KILLING NIGHT, check your tablets! We'll even let you leave the campus, so you'd better praise our generosity!

[There's a new app on the tablets that cannot be removed. It will only activate when you are alone in your room, but click the cute carrot icon and you'll be given a simple prompt: "TAKE A VACATION?" with yes/no prompts. If you click "no," nothing happens; the app simply closes, ready for you to click on it again. But if you choose "yes," you'll become a bit lightheaded, and the next thing you know, you'll be back home. But not just any home: The home in which your murder carrot(s) (the best one, the newest one, or maybe even both of them? It's up to player discretion) has already been made reality. You'll be there for a full three hours before you're brought back to Nope's Peak, holding the tablet as if you never left. After that, the app will only say, "You know what to do."]

By the way, if it ain't obvious, that killing night is tonight! If you're thinking about doing a murder, rest assured: We will NOT let the dead mess up a trial like that again!

[In other news, the science lab has been restocked, and the raccoons made a HUGE mess eating out of the kitchen trash, like worse than usual.]

((Game nav
Day 10 Recyclr
Vacation time!
Trust sheets - get those submitted by tomorrow evening!))

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Dogs, plural. There's eight. The raccoons are out of date.

Eight is a lot. Where do they all go?

Everywhere? We try to keep them off the beds, though.

How much space is there for the...ten? of you?

Eleven. There's Molly, Walter, me, and the dogs. We've got two bedrooms in a two-story house. Also, we don't have any neighbors too close by.

The living being-per-square-foot ratio seems really high.

It is. I prefer it that way.

Ah... Our house is the opposite.

[he goes quiet after that, attempting to tempt the dog into tug of war with one of his arm belt things instead of his coat]

Hey, don't let him do that. Here, I have a towel.

[tossing over a knotted up towel that baxter isn't jumping at, because really, arm straps are great???]

Bare, clean, functional? Doesn't sound like there are any caregivers, so who do you live with?

Edited 2017-12-31 10:19 (UTC)

[it is the most function those things have ever had, but kaiba at least makes a token effort to tempt baxter into going for the towel instead. eventually he answers the question]

It's just my brother and I in the mansion. The cooking and cleaning staff aren't on duty every day.

[The puppy is getting his teeth into the towel, whipping his head back and forth. When he loses his grip, he goes right back to it.]

You inherited it, I'm guessing? Did it come from your step-father?

[what a good pupper! never give up!!!]

Yeah. It's gaudy and terrible. But every realtor I've talked to says selling it would be a nightmare. Not too many buyers want some Rococo-inspired monstrosity.

Not that you should act on this, but I have heard of people in your situation having mysterious fires suddenly occur. They didn't seem too heartbroken after the insurance money came in, though.

That's true... I could even rent a truck and bulldoze right through... Mokuba would probably like that.

Well, if you don't need to collect insurance money, that is another option. If the owner is found in fault, there's no payout.

Edited 2018-01-01 01:40 (UTC)

I'd happily pay the money to have it gone. It's probably insured for some obscene amount of money anyway, and bankrupting some insurance company is just the press I need after setting my father's house on fire.

So, you haven't gotten rid of it yet, because you never thought about just demolishing it?

Think of all the people who would love to do something to their homes but never had the time to get to it. Now, think of that times twelve, because I am an extremely busy man who does not have the time to deal with the logistics of figuring out how to dispose of a Broadway showtunes memorabilia collection while prepping for the fifteen shareholder meetings ahead of the fall product launch.

[he throws the ball again]

Are you trying to psychoanalyze me with all these questions?

[rubbing his face while grinning at that tirade, obscuring the smile, then dropping his hand with a sigh]

Yes, but not intentionally. Force of habit, coping mechanism, avoidance— Your pick.

That's what you learned to do in the academy?

No, I learned that in graduate school. Police academy is focused on your spontaneous responses and having a good grasp of the law.

Have you been part of Team Detective this whole time and I hadn't noticed?

You're going to have to define what it means to be part of Team Detective. My profile says I'm retired FBI, so it's not a secret.

[he waves a hand like someone who can't be bothered to read that shit, or at least as someone who only remembers details when they're about games or fictional scaly creatures]

It just seems like there's a lot of detectives here, be they named or claimed. Of course, not one of them seems any closer to solving the case.

They wanted to bother a particular set of people in a particular way. Sorry that we're not living up to your expectations.

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