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guiltrip2023-05-20 12:20 am
killerwaves) wrote in guiltrip2023-05-20 12:20 am
WEEK ONE, SATURDAY
INVESTIGATION(?)
Exciting night, no? Were you able to get to sleep, or did you stay up into the wee hours, seeing that far-off shimmer near the gazebos and listening to the rising rumble of whatever-that-is and wondering when it would come for you?
At least, when dawn finally comes and the shimmer is overcome by the rising light of the sun, it seems that last night wasn't the end. For you.
Instead, once it's morning proper, there's a shift -- like the breeze and the smell after a bout of sudden summer thunderstorm without the storm: the pressure and the oppressive atmosphere of yesterday is gone, just like that. But also: accompanying it a few seconds later is a clean whipcrack of sound, like giant hands clapping together. And a moment after that, you'll feel something pass overhead -- you won't be able to see anything, but anyone outside at the time will find themselves staggered by what seems to be a small shockwave spreading throughout the island.
That's not the only change that awaits you this morning, however.
You might want to get out of bed, if you haven't already, and take a proper look around.
(( OOC: Welcome to our peace week Saturday event, islanders! Please note that this will be run similarly to a normal investigation, but will not be a full investigation. As such, everyone is welcome to explore for the first part of the event, and then we will take a limited amount of people for the second half, investigation-style. ))
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Mn.
I don't want to be around this stench any longer. Or these speakers.
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Ah... But what a poor meal sticks and leaves makes. Could it be that transforming uses up quite a bit of Beel's energy? Curious!
In any case, Lobelia boldly takes him by the hand, holding onto it just firmly enough to reinforce the notion that he isn't going to leave Beel to his own devices, and starts off towards the buffet.]
Then let us depart! There's no raison to stick around here.
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He looks slightly irritated, but follows along without resistance, free hand tucked against his stomach which has yet to shut the fuck up.]
You sound too energetic.
[A poor sus magician just died!]
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Oh? I sound like moi-mΓͺmeβ er... myself, if you ask me!
[What, is he not allowed to be happy? Too many people here are dreadfully miserable. If there's one feeling Lobelia wants to avoid, it's that of abject sorrow.]
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You're not angry?
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[Lobelia laughs at the very notion.]
Non! Why would I be?
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[To name a few things.]
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[There there, little doggie. Stepping into the buffet, Lobelia motions at the meat specifically.]
I can't get angry when our hosts are simply delivering on their promise. While it's true that I don't appreciate being told what to do, so long as the admins keep their word, I can't really complain.
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What are words, how does he talk. He's so hungry.]
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Meat...
Meat.
Meat's so good.
Lobelia who? Never heard of him.]
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[It's what he would've wanted... not. Merlin's ego must also be rolling in its grave, having died without a chance to live up to his boasts and show off his sick wizarding skills. With one problem solved, Lobelia wanders off to cause them elsewhere. He'll be back later to ask you about the horns n shit, Beel.]
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Oh well. Beelzebub is too hungry and too full of Meat to respond. Is he even breathing between bites? Who knows.
Bye, mister hon hon baguette.]