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week three
Wake up, Rosenblum Hall. Wake up.
Two dead.
The world continues to turn without them. The game doesn't end. But there are mysteries yet to solve, students, and if you want to make it out then solved they must become.
Two things change when you wake: firstly, all phones and the like indicate that it is once again the day you arrived. Given the lack of other changes, this one might be easy to write off.
But the other is that the passage in the conservatory is now permanently open. The gates are in different positions down below, blocking most routes, but the catacomb does lead to another entrance: in the base of the altar at the church, giving you somewhere new to explore! The storm churns heavy around the area, but inside the quad the air is still as a tomb, another pocket of relief from the blizzard. Some of it may be welcome to those of you who seek knowledge, or just food.
But when the day winds down, remember: Rosenblum Hall is here for you. Rosenblum Hall will always be here for you.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: welcome to the third week of rosenblum hall! there are new areas to explore, but please note that a couple of them aren't really going to give you anything if you investigate!
Here you can find activity check, regains, and Isabella's office hours. ]
Two dead.
The world continues to turn without them. The game doesn't end. But there are mysteries yet to solve, students, and if you want to make it out then solved they must become.
Two things change when you wake: firstly, all phones and the like indicate that it is once again the day you arrived. Given the lack of other changes, this one might be easy to write off.
But the other is that the passage in the conservatory is now permanently open. The gates are in different positions down below, blocking most routes, but the catacomb does lead to another entrance: in the base of the altar at the church, giving you somewhere new to explore! The storm churns heavy around the area, but inside the quad the air is still as a tomb, another pocket of relief from the blizzard. Some of it may be welcome to those of you who seek knowledge, or just food.
But when the day winds down, remember: Rosenblum Hall is here for you. Rosenblum Hall will always be here for you.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
[ ooc: welcome to the third week of rosenblum hall! there are new areas to explore, but please note that a couple of them aren't really going to give you anything if you investigate!
Here you can find activity check, regains, and Isabella's office hours. ]
SUNDAY
Investigation!
Oh, so it is just open? Well, time to go and explore, I guess.
[She will try and see what she can investigate in the tunnels. ...She will resist the urge to try and kick down the gates because what happened to Mariko was some fucked up wizard shit and she doesn't know how to punch wizards yet.
But damn, does she ever want to kick down those gates.
Once she's done with that, she will follow them to the church and then try the door and then...
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huh?
Huh????
She steps outside and is confused as fuck as she walks into the middle of the quad and looks around.]
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This cannot be gas. This is absolutely some kind of Baba Yaga thing... hm. I have never punched Baba Yaga before. Or wizard or ghost. I suppose there is first time for anything.
Investigation!
Before getting into any specific details she finds, I'll note that there are other tunnels in the direction of other major parts of campus, north and south in particular. But not, tragically, westward towards the dorms... ]
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[Vanity looks as tired as someone busy as her should, for once. Slugging back a drink from a sealed travel mug.]
But if it helps to think of the Interim Headmistress as a boogeyman, go ahead.
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[Anthy, wrapped tight in her coat with Chu-chu's nose tip just barely visible from beneath her scarf, looks around the quad with a similar amount of bewilderment.]
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investigation
doloris finds herself heading for the conservatory shortly after getting dressed, guitar strapped to her back largely out of habit at this point and white-knuckling an insulated coffee cup at the sight of the tunnel hanging open.
nothing for it but to advance, she thinks. she notes the different layout of the tunnels at this stage as she walks through, blinking owlishly as she emerges onto the central quad. the stillness within the storm is really, truly something to behold. some part of her adores the sight, even if her beloved stars are still blocked out. she might be found there just watching the storm in the distance at different points over the day.
sooner than later, though, the library draws her attention. she enters and begins to investigate.
the first place she goes is, of course, the door to the monroe collection, hoping to follow up on what she'd discovered during the first week. locked. she fusses at the door for a moment before giving up, but she does indulge in just. kicking the door once in frustration. in that case...
let's get this out of the way first. as she looks around, is there any sign of a physical card catalog still being present? even if it's a little outdated, it's better than searching completely blind. ]
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god im sorry this got lost hello hi
Investigation
[The administration building, meanwhile- is locked tight as the locations page suggests, but obviously that bit of narration is unheard and non-diegetic so Vanity's doing her darndest to break in. The light of the headmistress' office, it taunts her.]
[At some point she's returned to Rosenblum hall to retrieve that innocently-heavy candlestick the dumbwaiter provided her, and is bashing futilely at one of the windows with it.]
What- are these- MADE OF?!
[Later on, she's in the cafeteria looking around, and you know what mysterious non-diegetic narrator, she WILL fire up the omelet station. This can't be that hard aaaaaand the fire has become literal, that's a grease fire, she is running and grabbing the nearest fire extinguisher and spraying it liberally.]
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cafeteria
Re: cafeteria
Investigation
She looks for any sign that their conditions themselves have reset themselves with the change in day. Naturally, one of the first places she looks is the kitchen—does their supply of fresh ingredients appear to have regenerated? Have the grooves left behind on the ballroom windows been mysteriously repaired? And if she can't find a single change on the inside, she'll peer from the conservatory windows instead, trying to gauge the height of the accumulated snow.
She also checks the elevator panel in the conservatory wall. Clearly, they've discovered the function of the downward arrow—but what about the other one...?
With that said, she does eventually make it to the newly available quad. The sight of the cafeteria comes as a relief, regardless of the results of her prior investigation. And if other people seem to be turning up for a meal— ]
Oh! Can I get you anything?
[ Pick any food station you like. Somehow, Kohaku be there. ]
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investigation
The quad catches her attention primarily because it's somewhere new and blessedly familiar to travel. She could walk the path from the cafeteria to the church to the library blindfolded and, more importantly-]
I knew this place had secret passages. All these years I could've been less late for so many classes.
[The library is her primary stop over here. The books hold a lot less interest to her than the VHS tapes. It's even sort of relaxing, pawing through them to see if there are any she remembers from when her family couldn't afford cable or a DVD player.
Later on, close to dinner time, Hawke is prepared for her investigation in the ballroom. She hasn't forgotten about that weird closet Dagr found or the tiny locked door in it. Armed with her phone for a light and a carefully bent and twisted paperclip (the real reason behind her library trip) Hawke moves aside that terrible painting to do a little light rogue work.]
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MONDAY
investigation!
She doesn't get very far. The church makes her heart skip a beat. It strikes Lottie as an important place. One that holds something bigger than herself. She begins to investigate, first taking a look at the altar, to see if anyone's left any sort of offering.
(Someone used to tell her that that's not how churches work. But that someone isn't here.)
Later, you might find Lottie still inside the church, sitting in a pew and staring plaintively at the stained-glass windows.
The church isn't where Lottie prays, though. Throughout the late afternoon, Lottie sits cross-legged in the dirt in the center of the quad, eyes closed, hands folded on her lap. Her breathing is slow and even, and no matter how quiet you are when you approach, Lottie will always open her eyes when you come near. It's as if she's expecting you. ]
Do you want to join me? It's nice, I promise.
[ Lottie smiles. It really does seem like she wants you to join. ]
investigation!
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE - i think strange things, which i care not confess to my own soul
Lounge, ten minutes. That should be enough time if any of you are hanging out on campus.
[ Once everyone has gathered, the Headmistress speaks up once more. ]
You know, I feel like you’ve all kinda gotten off on the wrong foot with each other. You’re all keeping to yourselves and brooding and… researching, been seeing a lot of that this week, but I want to help you all get to know each other.
So until someone does take you all back to the trial room… some of your inside thoughts aren’t going to stay there. Think of it like a really forceful icebreaker. Not all of them, that’s going to get too loud, but… you’ll see.
[ For the remainder of the week, according to player discretion, characters’ thoughts will sometimes be broadcast out loud for anyone around them to hear. This is an external “audio source”, meaning that covering up their own mouth will do nothing! The frequency of this is up to player discretion, so play with it as much or as little as you like! ]
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cw dissociation, suicidal imagery, self-hatred, verbal abuse
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here but then immediately not here probably?
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blanket cws for the whole thread probably
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cw: electric shocks
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cw self-loathing
Rinne walks faster.
She sets up for the rest of the day in the quad library, digging into the campus history section. She can be found tucked away at a table in the back, taking notes. She seems...focused, zeroed in on what she's doing. She doesn't talk while she works, doesn't murmur or hum. But as you get closer, you still may be able to hear something along the lines of:
What can someone like me find? Stupid, silly girl. Do you really think this will accomplish anything? You'll "protect" her? You can't do anything. Disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting—
Eventually, she leaves her little nook. Maybe she gets tired of all that reading. She doesn't go far, though. Rinne sits in the church, quietly folding paper cranes. ]
library, cw uhhhh it's not a narrated panic attack but it's not NOT that
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it's less an investigation and more stupidity
Meanwhile, completely unrelated to that fact, an unknown person is sneaking down the passage and into the church, through the quad, finally ending up by the administration building. Even though it's locked up tight, that's not going to stop this person from trying to lock pick the door (to failure) or pry open a window (also to failure). This person can also be found climbing up to the lit window to try to peer in. That's the investigation, they're trying to see what's visible in the one lit window.
A bit later, Mafuyu can be seen in the library, carrying a duffel bag. That must have been where she was hiding this entire time! She's looking through the shelves, trying to find anything that piques her interests.]
stupidity
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detailed description of immolation cw
In her final nightmare, flames eat Rosenblum Hall alive. They're all trapped in the maw of that beast like rats in a trap, desperate and screaming. White hot fire licks across her body, the smoke from her own boiling flesh stinging her eyes, and all she can do is let it consume her until she's nothing, even less than the insignificant girl she always knew herself to be. A pile of ash. Nothing to no one.
They've all failed.
Covered in sweat, Mariko wakes screaming. Clutching her covers, panting and wide-eyed, she wonders if this is another horrible dream she's fallen into. Perhaps it is, in no small way. After all, Hell is other people. But the fact of the matter is that she is here, really truly here, in a yet untouched Rosenblum Hall.
Mariko Shinobu is now awake.]
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WEDNESDAY
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Following her conversation with Tiera earlier in the week, Kohaku is determined to test the boundaries of their environment's apparent reset. That means introducing new objects to the environment in whatever way she can. She starts in the kitchen of the cafeteria; the supplies in Rosenblum hall seem to reset, but she wants to verify that the same applies to the rest of the campus.
This is why she appears to be, at present, resurrecting the 1950s gelatin salad. She hums as she works, the same way she always does, running through the motions of preparing the instant gelatin in its mold and chopping raw carrots into slim medallions with all the mechanical consistency of an assembly line's machinery. The fruit of her labor will end up tucked into the back of a cafeteria refrigerator eventually—it's unappealing on purpose, to prevent anyone from touching it over the week or two it needs to stay in place—but for now, she never stops working, and she never stops humming.
Later, she can be found in the lounge, with... Well. It's two Bottoms posters, a book of origami instructions, and a pair of poultry scissors she took from the kitchen. She's slices the posters into... approximately-correctly-sized sheets of paper, and then she gets to work.
The fox and the eagle are finished easily enough, but the rabbit is proving more difficult for reasons Kohaku doesn't stop to place. Maybe she hadn't got the size of the paper quite right, or maybe it's just the shape of those gosh-darn ears. Either way, every time the origami fails to come together, she merely stops and smooths the paper out before beginning again.
Throughout it all, an errant thought never seems to escape her. Maybe she's just lucky. Maybe there's nothing there interesting enough to be worth broadcasting. Even so—
She keeps humming. ]
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cw: parental abuse and familial abandonment mention
[On the quad, the most open space available, relentlessly running through fencing drills and footwork, her breath clouding in the air of the quad.]
-one, two, thrust, one, two-
"You were slipping out there, if you want to keep doing this I expect you to put in more effort-" shut up shut up shut up-!
[The voice that cuts through her broadcast monologue is deep, calm- patronizing. Vanity gives a sharp thrust of her saber as her audible thoughts cut off, with more force than necessary, a quick cloud of fog puffing out from her mask.]
Shut up, it's not real, it can't be real, I can't let this be real-
[Later on she's holed up in the lounge, a small stack of VHS tapes scavenged from the library piled next to the TV. They all look to be various swashbuckling adventure types, though one or two 'The Duchess Approves' type regency romances have found their way in. The volume on the TV is up, but Vanity's tense pose, arms folded and mouth thin, suggest it's not quite drowning out the motive entirely.]
That parry was terrible it never would have oh my god be quiet focus focus anything else, don't think (they're going to know) focus on the movie for the love of (this is why they left) shut up shut up shut up-
[Her folded arms tighten, fists white-knuckling as she stares fixedly at the screen.]
((OOC: given the motive threads here have the chance of touching on subjects of abuse and familial estrangement, as noted in the header; I'll label individual tags as necessary but please let me know if you'd like to avoid either or both of these subjects entirely.))
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quad; emotional abuse cw, probably will continue
yeah emotional abuse cw, probably just all through this
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She watches the faint light outside flicker through the colors of the stained glass, slightly disappointed at the continuing storm. Still, it's enough to help her mind wander away from this place, for a moment...]
You're not used to the sight of blood, are you, Dorothy?
[Dorothy's body goes rigid at the sound of the familiar young woman's voice that is not her own. Her face goes pale, her hands grip tightly at the edge of the pew. For the first time in this place, she actually looks as if she's seen a ghost, and her voice comes out weak and trembling.]
No... stop it...
It's okay. I can take care of the visits.
[Panicked, Dorothy jumps to her feet and frantically looks around, as if to confirm that the voice is really coming from nowhere - or is it everywhere?]
You're not here! Stop!
You don't have to do everything by yourself, you know. Everybody wants to help. It's not hard at all to ask.
STOP IT!!!
[With that scream, and clasping her hands tightly over her ears, Dorothy collapses to the floor on her knees. Her breathing grows shaky and uneven, and tears streak along her cheeks. She's long since stopped paying attention to whether anyone else has come in or not... and if anyone has, how much did they hear of that just now?
Later, Dorothy can also be found not quite running, but walking rather quickly back through the main hall and up to the bedrooms. If anyone happens to be in a mood to corner her along the way, she'll at least stop and engage so as not to seem impolite... though she will seem quite nervous.]
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Re: bedrooms
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THURSDAY
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"YO! LIBRARY! NOW! MEETING!"
Those who respond to her...demure...request to gather will find that she's set up a small gathering space, all on her own. There's a circle of chairs for everyone
with two chairs unknowingly and mistakenly included for Sayo and Misty, with one of the smaller library tables at the center of the circle. On that table is a pitcher of cherry koolaid and a large plate of unfrosted chocolate cupcakes; a bit of two thrown together types of refreshments, but those who eat the cupcakes will find them well-made at the very least. It appears Chris knows how to bake, if nothing else, and it's clear she spent some time on these as well.Chris is sitting in one of the chairs, one of her legs crossed over the other, her arms crossed to match and her right index finger tapping against her left arm as she pouts.
"There you all are! Let's get to business! I made snacks if you want 'em! Let's get this show on the road...what have we found out this week?"
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Cw: immolation
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cw uh. god i don't know anymore. dissociation
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Re: Cw: immolation
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Re: Cw: immolation
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PUNISHMENT (cw breaking bones mention)
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Locked to Mariko
Satsuki, no less than the others, but things had become very clear. That she probably couldn't help people out of this one. That didn't mean she couldn't try. There was something she needed to do first, though.
She's not sure why things were like this. Their mothers had been close friends, even if they had taken widely different paths. Even if Mariko's mom had made some poor decisions that didn't matter. They had been friends.
Something that Satsuki had wanted to be but apparently wasn't. Wasn't well connected enough. Wasn't perfect enough. Wasn't innocent or weak enough. She hadn't fought with her, hadn't spread rumors... yet she was the one who was thrown away.
That happens. That's fine. It's... fine. She wasn't someone who could help a young socialite. She was just someone who got in the way. That was fitting, wasn't it? For the weirdo called Minazuki Satsuki.
She had to be the one to do this. She catches Mariko later that night.]
We need to talk.
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