WEEK 5

[killerwaves]

WEEK FIVE

21 Vacationers

The weekend sure was something, wasn't it? Tempers flared, explosions burst, and some were treated to an immersive sand bath experience. Come Monday at least, things seem quieter though not in the unnatural still way—the distortions on the islands have receded sometime in the night (with some impressive firework-like booms that may have stirred your sleep, at that; and the waves seem a little higher this morning) and the various amenities on the island have been made orderly again. Though, as always, some traces remain in the landscape; the waterfall looks like it has seen better days, though it's no longer in danger of coughing up debris on your head if looked at wrong.

This week like the rest brings new locations for you to explore, on Kakapo's Nest though it seems like only one of them really fits the vacation vibe. Hope you like snow!

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
Starting Monday morning and continuing throughout the week, pollen counts will be elevated. This is expected to last until late Thursday

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TASKS:

Breathe Freely:
Enjoy the great outdoors with a fellow vacationer! It's never too late to appreciate nature.
(REWARD: RARE!)

(( Yes, only one task this week which is memshare with someone else. Have fun!
REMINDER: Task submissions are due Friday by 9 PM EST/6 PM PST. ))

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, which is the last week of standard murder, week 6 being endgame!!

Also, as always, your admins can be contacted for a chat. ))

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Ouch, cold...

[microtransactions]

You know one of them has a kid, right?

Maybe they're the one drawing these.

[ the kid probably isn't here but listen. ]

TEMENOS - THE FIRST BEAST

[gluttoning]

[You're starving.

You've been starving. Always starving. Every hour, every day, ever since you came to this place. You roam the castle walls, look out windows to a sky of nothing but black, a horizon of crooked rooftops and rising smoke, the echoes in a house that's not your own, in a form that feels wrong. It's you, and yet it isn't you. The wings on your back are a stranger, the horns on your head a heavy, unforgiving weight.

And your hunger, a claw, that digs and digs and digs. You've never been this hungry. But every sunless day makes it worse.

You eat. It begs for more. You feed it. It begs for more. Your brothers look at you with confusion. With concern. With fear. With disgust. They tell you to stop.

You try, at first. You try to ignore how your stomach growls louder than the people talking at the tables. The digging starts to crawl to your mind. It hurts. It hurts. You feel like you might bite off your own tongue.

Your hand finds something closeby. It hurts. You bring it to your mouth. It shatters between your teeth. You don't care. It hurts. You're hungry. It hurts.

Lucifer slaps it out of your wrist. Control yourself. Control yourself.

But it hurts. And the more it hurts, the more your mind slips. The walls are a space, the voices are a noise, the light is a nuisance, you smell anything and you smell everything and your stomach digs like a swarm of termites begging for an escape out of every pore, and you want, and you want, and you want, and you want, and you want, and you want, and

You feel the crack beneath your jaw, the pressure in your throat. Not enough.

More.

More.

More.

You hear the noise. The smells change, and you tense. You roar. It goes into your mouth. It all goes into your mouth. You follow the scents. You grab what you find. You unhinge. You chew. You swallow. You starve. You chew. You swallow. You starve.

You run out.

You starve. You starve. You howl.

It's agony.

It's agony.

Your space is in the way of the smells.

So you change that. Your body hits the wall. Your mouth tears at the space. You taste rock. You taste concrete. You taste steel. You taste wood. You swallow it all. You free yourself. Your space is bigger. You have to find more.

And you find more. And more. And more. And more.

And...

...

You're on your knees, in a basement library. Your hand is full and pressed to your mouth. Your tongue tastes of leather and paper. You withdraw your hand, and half of a book comes with it. Your brow furrows, as you turn to look at the debris you sit in, as you turn further to see shattered bookcases and a door thrown off its hinges. You see smoke coming from further in the building. You see rubble. You see a hole ripped straight through a far wall, and you see Lucifer's unapproving gaze.

You don't realize that you've brought the rest of the book to your mouth until you're swallowing. You don't know what's happened. You don't know what you are.

But you're still hungry.]

For Wang Lu (What it means to be King)

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Lands rise and fall.

Human's lives are so finite. A fact that is ever so burned within the memory of this mage; yet, it is not like he has ever thought it a bad thing.

It's only when the people turn against someone who has been protecting them that the sweetness of humanity turns so sour. Worse than hate, ungratefulness is a poison that rots the inside out of such creatures.

Yet, Merlin doesn't think those thoughts with any single bit of bitterness. Not even when he hears the dreaded murmurs when the people don't have enough. And instead begin to point their finger at someone who can't hope to control the intricate matters of weather itself.

He recalls hearing the complaints of the people in his mind:

"Wasn’t King Arthur the king who was supposed to shine?"

"Wouldn't the country be prosperous if we followed his words?"

Despite it all, as he and the blond-haired young woman named Artoria stand in strict confidence in the throne room, she takes the blame with ease, her words spoken solemnly, but Merlin sees no point in helping her with her delusion, simply speaking plainly, "That's not the problem. This island was always poor, to begin with. The people of Britain are falling into darkness because the Shinning Tower can no longer be seen."

The look of confusion and then understanding is expected, perhaps, from a King of her caliber, as she ventures, "The Shinning Tower? Do you mean Rhongomyniad, the Holy Lance?"

"Yeah. Speaking of which, I still haven't explained the difference between the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance."

Because whyever would he see the need to explain it. It hasn't mattered, at least, not until now... ]

THE SHELTER

[gluttoning]

[You walk in on an argument you shouldn't have heard. You feel anger. You feel hurt. You feel relief. You feel joy. You feel fear.

(All 7 clips are part of this memory!)]

wei wuxian memshares

[diabolizes]

[ ooc: i have a list of memories that can be picked from, just note which one you want under memshare requests! and if you would like one of his heavier memories or something else not on this list, please request it there as well!

Cloud Recesses - staying out past curfew results in a first meeting (cw: underage drinking)
Xuanwu - trapped, with an impossible task
Determination - what do you do when you've lost everything? (cw: suicidal ideation)
Gift - a gift of ghostly flowers and a meeting with an old acquaintance
Family - an upcoming marriage bringing family together ]

memshare requests

[diabolizes]

[ request one here, and i'll get it written up! if you would prefer it in a PC, feel free to let me know that here as well ]

closed memshares

[diabolizes]

UN: Beelzeburger

[gluttoning]

I didn't.

That's fine by me, though. Whips are hard to eat.

[gluttoning]

They do?

closed to haruka - cw: violence

[diabolizes]

[ It's been a week. Your brother has been up on the mountain for a week and you've been running around all over the place. Or at least... it feels like you have.

You stumble, heart racing as a wave of dizziness rolls over your entire body. You need something, anything to help you feel a little bit better, and so you make your way over to a tea house. While you can't catch a glimpse of your reflection, you know you must look as haggard as you feel and it's a miracle that they don't turn you away the moment you walk in. ]

Can I get you a drink?

[ Your mind jolts as you delay in answering, the pain of what's missing inside of you spreading throughout your entire body and you suddenly notice that the atmosphere feels off, the small number of guests scattered across many tables with their heads down setting off all of your alarms.

You immediately turn to leave.

Unfortunately, your exit is cut short when you're suddenly hit in the chest and it sends you flying into two tables, tea spilling and glasses breaking around you in a mess on the floor. You're so numb that it doesn't feel like anything, even as a man you've unfortunately come to recognize stops in front of you, staring down at his hand and then back at you as you pick yourself back up with a struggle. Before you can get your bearings, you get kicked in the back of your legs and stumble forward once again, your hands just barely catching your fall. Yet another familiar face that you know as Wen Chao greets you, and your entire body fills with a sick hatred. ]

Down already? Just one strike and you're finished? Go on, jump around again. Let's see how you manage!

[ Another voice cuts in—a woman's—and she says that you still owe them an arm. Wen Chao disagrees. ]

Cutting off his arm will make him bleed out, and it's boring if he dies that quickly. Dissolve his core fist. I want to hear him scream like that little bastard Jiang Cheng!

[ That anger rises up within you again and you cough up a mouthful of blood, spitting it out onto the floor. ]

Sure! Whatever you have, bring it on!

Still trying to play the hero when you're on the verge of death?

[ No. That's not it at all. It's simply that you no longer care what happens. ]

It's because I'm on the verge of death that I'm happy! I was afraid that I couldn't die, so torture me if you dare. The more brutal, the better. That way, I'll be sure to return as a malicious ghost and haunt everyone in the Wen Clan!

[ ...

>Continue? ]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ slides in here forrrrrrrrrrr pudding! ]

[microtransactions]

Apparently! Shigaraki mentioned Overho-oh had one on the network way back when he was still going by rapt0r.

Unless it's a super long con or something.

un: twopied

[divector]

oh i was gonna give you one of those since i didn't get food this time. never mind then?

[conceivesfrenzy]

maybe shigaraki is?

[ no. ]

[microtransactions]

No, if I'm remembering right Overho-oh said they were pretty little still or something like that.............

[butcherspice]

[Lovely Monday on murder island! Lot more people dead than usual, but hey, he's feeling far better about it than he did last week.

Early on in the day, Billy can be found in the planetarium, and might offer you a "The Princess’ Elegant Day: A picture book about a princess who lives in a big castle. It looks like it hasn’t been opened in years." if you approach.]

Got this at me doorstep, ain't got much use for it. Take it off my hands why don't ya?

[Later on, he'll be in the lab, eyeing it curiously. He can't help thinking of Frenchie: the guy would be in heaven having this many chemicals to work with.] They sure like their science 'ere.

[dupiety]

[Temenos is on his knees when the memory ends, clutching at his stomach and breathing deeply while his mind continues to reel in that agonizing hunger for a few moments longer. After some time, his vision clears and he can finally think straight.

That...is what the Avatar of Gluttony's hunger feels like at its worst.

It's horrible. Terrifying.

He feels like he understands Beelzebub on an entirely unexpected level now.

Slowly and steadily, he rises to his feet. After wiping sweat from his brow, he returns to the resort. Something tells him he knows where to find Beelzebub if the demon experienced that trip down memory lane too. It's kind of where Temenos himself wants to go, too. Strangely enough, he still feels a little hungry after all of that.

Will he find Beel in the buffet area?]

[gluttoning]

[Strangely enough, the buffet is Beelzebub-free!

But there's some heavy crashing of metal coming from the kitchen beyond it.]

memshare central

[butcherspice]

[Ready to swap memories? Will be putting both closed memories and any requests/open-interaction ones I come up with in the comments below. If you'd prefer to have them in private please let me know!]

Memshare requests

[butcherspice]

[make a request here! Please let me know if you want public or pc for options that aren’t listed ty!

options include:
Revenge: What made Billy hate superheroes so much. cw for sexual assault, so will have to be private.
Cherry: How are we gonna kill this guy? cw for implied gore / just being kinda gross?, interactive version available.
Whatever It Takes?: Billy is a bad friend. No cws just kind of awkward.
Whale of a Time: danger on the high seas! interactive or first-person available, cw for risk of drowning, gore and harm to a sea creature (latter avoidable in interactive version).
Candlestick Maker: Billy has a talk with family. massive cw for abuse and suicide, should be pc probably.
What I Know: Billy makes a promise. PC only. massive spoilers. Cw for neck gore and burning.]

closed memshare

[butcherspice]

[gluttoning]

I can't really use what I did get. It's just a big diamond slab with a light on it. Doesn't even smell good. So I don't care, one way or the other.

WEEKLY TRADING POST

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you guys know the drill: put the stuff you don't want here, and the stuff you do want!

if you want to, hee hee.

speaking of, I've got a ridiculous shirt that's free to a good home if someone really thinks their wardrobe could use a little something extra.

[dupiety]

[Ah. That isn't particularly surprising, either.

Considering how this went the last time he found Beelzebub back this way, he enters with a degree of caution.]

Beel--