WEEK 5

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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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[butcherspice]

Beelzebub (CW: abuse, suicide, death of family members)

[butcherspice]

[You’ve only recently reached adulthood, but you already know that you need to leave home. The Marine Corps is the easiest way to do that at your age, might even be a good use for your kind of temperament.

However, as you leave…your younger brother is waiting for you.]

So that’s it then, Billy?

Jesus, Lenny–

You’re just gonna piss off. No goodbye or nothin’ like that.

I’ll be back Christmas. Once I got everything sorted at the barracks, you can come out and see me.

[Lenny grabs onto your arm as you try to leave, the gesture just as much of a plea as his words.]

Billy, please don’t leave me alone with him. I can’t hack it.

[You try to tell him that this is the best option you have: that if you stay under the same roof as your father any longer, you’re going to kill him. You’ll kill him and end up in prison and it’ll break your mother’s heart. Besides, you’re sure that your father hates you far more than he’s ever hated Lenny. Things will calm down at home if you leave. Telling yourself and Lenny that means that you can have your freedom and protect your brother at the same time.]

I gotta go, Len.

Billy, please–

[Lenny sounds like he might cry. You can’t handle that kind of guilt, and you can’t admit that you’re just as terrified as he is. So instead, like you always have, you lash out.]

Leave off, for fuck’s sake, Lenny, it ain’t my job to look after you. Don’t be such a fucking puff all your life!

[Lenny looks shattered. You’ve seen this look on his face before, when your father told Lenny the exact same thing. You can’t turn into your father in front of him, so you leave, with the last time you ever see your little brother being with that hopeless look on his face.

Because they don’t let you out of the barracks for six months.

Because before Christmas has the chance to come, your mother calls and tells you Lenny is dead. And no one says it, but you know that it’s your fault.]

we'll bring this to our pc to keep this clean :*

[gluttoning]

[It's your fault.

The emotions are different, and the regret falls into places Beelzebub doesn't fully recognize. But to lose someone that would be destined to die, to not do what you could have...

...

He needs time to think. Time to reground himself. But he makes a mental note to find Billy later in the day. They have a lot more to talk about than Beelzebub thought.]

Alice / Open (cw mentions of sex/genital mutilation)

[butcherspice]

[You’ve been working with Hughie Campbell for a good month: he’s a good lad in the business for the right reasons (same reasons as you, honestly), but somehow still painfully naive. You notice he’s been able to use his connection to some blonde bint called Starlight to help on missions, and it seems he’s getting a bit friendlier with her than he should. It’s a good idea to remind him of who the enemy really is.

So you take him to a church, and you walk in right in the middle of a woman discussing how a superhero had saved her from a fall, but in doing so permanently damaged her spine. You saw a sign for a support group for people injured in power-related accidents walking through here, and figured it’d be an educational experience.

Another person takes the silly long stick these groups use to state who has permission to speak–his name’s Seth, he’s a writer, he met an ice powers superheroine (Ice Princess, but he’s not allowed to say) and ended up falling in love with her.

When he had sex with her, she froze his family jewels and it snapped off. You don’t listen to how Seth feels emotionally about all this, since more importantly Hughie looks mortified right now. Good. You whisper to him in case he’s missing the parallels.]

If a Supe done that when she was happy, imagine what one’d do if she found out you’ve been lyin’ to her from the get-go.

[The head of the support group catches you whispering and asks if you would like to share something.]

No, no. Apologies. Please do continue the ice-scapades.

We don’t make jokes or judgements here. Why don’t you take the talking stick and tell us your story?

Nah. I’m good.

[She claims she’s seen guys like you before (doubtful), says your attitude is a bunch of defense mechanisms and that you don’t have to do that. This is a safe space. (blatant lies. Nowhere in this world is a safe space.) She tells No-Knob Seth to give you the talking stick, and since you’ve got a captive audience once you snatch it and tell the guy you’ll shove the stick where his dick used to be if he doesn’t back off, you figure if they want your feelings here, might as well give it to them.]

You’re all a bunch of pathetic Supe-worshiping cunts. I bet you’d thank a Supe if they shat on your mum’s best china. Did it ever occur to you that they split your spine or broke your dick just for a laugh? Where’s your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?!

Sittin’ here in your little share circle havin’ a little whinge and a moan. Fuck “lettin’ go”. You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw going after them!

[Nobody has a response. Typical, but it’s pathetic.]

Just a bunch of scared fuckin’ rabbits. [You unceremoniously drop the stupid stick and look at Hughie while you grab your coat.] Supes are all the same, every fucking one of ‘em.

[You’re halfway out the door while you hear Hughie stumble through an apology before speed-walking after you.]

[conceivesfrenzy]

[ It's funny how the feeling of being annoyed over people feeling sorry for themselves feels right at home with Alice, as the memory ends. It's not even remotely a new experience with her, and as she regains her awareness of her surroundings, she can't help but giggle.

She's certainly got no shortage of self-respect and rage, that's for sure.

She kind of lazily turns to look over at Billy. ]

You can't convince people who have their head stuck in the sand, you know. They're not going to change because they don't want to.

[butcherspice]

[He looks at Alice when she speaks shortly after the end of the memory. Man, how long ago was that? That whole support group escapade didn't work as planned, but still, Billy's not sorry either. So he meets Alice's gaze with a slight shrug.]

S'pose not. Just fucking disgustin' when the thing someone's set in their ways on is being a sniveling coward.

[conceivesfrenzy]

You think so? I don't really see any problem with it. So long as they're out of the way, they can do whatever they want. I could care less. ♪

[ she giggles. ]

Did that Hughie kid get the message?

Shuda (CW: head trauma)

[butcherspice]

[You’re in a crowded subway station, looking for a specific man: Mesmer (you didn’t bother to remember his real name), a man who can read minds that the other boys had gone to in order to figure out what the deal was with the mute super-powered girl you found locked under a noodle restaurant/drug front. Long story, the point is that Mesmer knows too much and has got to go.

He runs for his life the moment he sees you. Of course he would. He sold you all out to Vought, so he knows you aren’t here for a friendly chat. You don’t even have to jog to keep your sights on him with how obvious he is. It’s far too easy to figure out that he’s hidden in a stall in the men’s room and drag him out. Mesmer is such a comically pathetic man that you can’t help but taunt him a bit.]

Havin’ a good growler, are we?

How did you–

Stuck a little bug on you back in that shithole of yours. Cause y’know, fuck you.

No–what did you expect me to do?! It was Homelander!

[You give him a solid left hook. Mesmer stumbles and leans against the wall, then turns back to you. There’s more calculation in his fear now, like a rat bargaining with the jaws of a fox.]

Wait, wait! I can help you.

[It’s just empty begging, and you treat it as such when you uppercut your fist into his jaw. Clearly it doesn’t hurt enough to shut Mesmer up, because he keeps blabbering.]

Your wife! She’s missing? I can help you find her.

[Fuck, you almost forgot. Mesmer reads minds with skin to skin contact. The little bastard must have gotten a flash of the day Becca disappeared.

Well, if he wants into your mind so badly, let him. You hold your hands against his head, not breaking your stare as he prepares to search your thoughts. Mesmer’s expression quickly morphs into a desperate terror, because he knows what’s coming. You’re thinking about the gory details of how you’re going to kill him.]

Please, I have a daughter! No–

[You don’t listen. Instead, you grab the collar of his coat and slam his head against a bathroom sink. Then again, and again, and again, until the top of his skull is caved in and the sink is splattered with blood.

You were right when you said to kill him before, back at his house. You might have made it quicker in that situation.]

Temenos / Open (CW: gore, drug abuse mentions, infant…artillery?)

[butcherspice]

[You and the Boys have been following a particular lead for the past week, hoping to get your hands on a superpower-enhancing drug called Compound V that could give you the leverage you need to get the CIA to get their thumbs out of their asses and do something to limit the amount of power Supes are allowed to have.

This lead has brought you and your longtime ally Mother’s Milk (the nickname’s a ‘you had to be there’ sort of thing) to a hospital, specifically Lab Room 410. You have the keycard, so you head in and survey the lab. The two of you find an IV bag filled with Compound V, that leads down towards an incubator. An occupied incubator with a sleeping baby encased in what appears to be some heavily reinforced glass, given that when the baby opens its eyes, they become two blinding lights that send a laser against the glass.

The baby is a Supe. You and M.M. exchange a look as you realize the implications.]

Chosen by God, my arse. These cunts are made in a fucking lab.

[You get to work extracting some of the blue drug from the IV bag, quickly even with M.M.'s warning.]

Hey, easy with that. You get some air in there, you could kill the kid.

Well, wouldn’t that be a crying shame. Alright. Let’s bugger off–

[Before you get the chance to plan your escape, several armed agents bust through the door. Shit. Looks like someone caught on, and now you’ll have to shoot your way out.

Or do you? You’ve got a wild idea that just might work. With a quick word telling MM to keep them busy, you grab one of the cords of an incubator and start to pull it towards the two of you. The agents stop shooting for a moment in confusion, and then you pull out the infant, eye-lasers blazing.

The little guy makes quick work of the agents like a hot knife through butter. Gory, bloody butter on mum’s baked taters.]

Holy fuck! That was diabolical! You little fucking beauty.

[You can’t help but give your newborn improvised weapon a little kiss on the forehead. M.M. looks somewhere between perturbed and dumbfounded at your enthusiasm. You know he’s impressed, though. This is going to be one for the books.]

Open Interactive memory

[butcherspice]

[You wake up in a parking lot, alongside Billy Butcher. He seems confused, but immediately starts to head into the Tony Cicero’s restaurant nearby, not paying attention to the staff and going straight for a kid’s menu and a crayon, hurriedly jotting down something. As he does, you hear the television say something, well, concerning.]

”Federal authorities have initiated a multi-state manhunt for William Butcher, for allegedly murdering Vought Vice President Madelyn Stilwell as well as endangering her infant son Theodore. Law enforcement officials have set up a tip line and anyone with information regarding the suspect’s whereabouts..”

[The server looks at Billy and, by association, you.

This could be bad.]