MINGLE LOG | WEEK THREE

[divus]

HALFWAY THERE...

When everyone wakes up on Monday morning, perhaps with heavy or anxious hearts, they'll all feel compelled to gather once more in the courtyard. After a long day of praying, it's time to see the results of Saturday's verdict. Justice and Merriment are waiting for them, as always, on the steps before the entrance to the altar room, and doesn't speak until everyone has gathered.

Surprisingly, neither seem tense or in bad spirits, and Justice jumps at the chance to speak, dashing up to the edge of the crowd. "This weekend, Piety has been caught in contempt by Cunning, and has hereby chosen Ishikirimaru to be removed from their ranks. But...but!" The child clasps their hands together, looking at the sentenced in question. "Because he's chosen to forsake his god of his own volition and defect without coercion...there will be no additional eliminations this week!"

Merriment comes up to put a hand on top of Justice's head. "Great news, right? Celebrate, but just don't let it catch you too off guard."

"Thank you for letting us host, and, um...sorry again, for all of the trouble. Have a good week, and please come visit?"

With that, the both of them are gone. Justice and Merriment disappear into the altar room, and will not be seen within the temple again until someone makes an offering to them.

Still, even in their absence not a soul feels as if they should leave. They all get the sense that the last week has now drawn to its close, and the third week has, at once, begun. Two figures emerge from the altar room. One of them is shorter than the other, and carrying a scroll clasped to their chest; the other strides forward confidently, somehow managing the grass in the courtyard with ease despite the fashionable high heels they are wearing.

The taller of the two crosses their arms, but doesn't sound altogether ill-mannered when they speak. The sweetly feminine tones are pleasant, but lacking the sugary cadence reminiscent of Patience's. "Hi. For those of you who don't know, I'm Disorder...and this is Fortune. Neither of us have exactly gotten a lot of visitors these past two weeks, so it makes sense if you don't recognize us. Or, in my case, are disappointed to even see me."

There's a hesitation before Fortune gets them back on track.

"...I guess you all want to know the standings, right?"

The shorter of the two unfurls the scroll with slightly trembling hands, and begins to read the follower counts aloud in a voice that is steady until they reach the last name. As they do, the text etched into the polished white stone columns that line the courtyard rewrites itself to accurately display the following:

LOVE: 6 FOLLOWERS
AMBITION: 5 FOLLOWERS
INDULGENCE: 4 FOLLOWERS
MERRIMENT: 4 FOLLOWERS
CUNNING: 3 FOLLOWERS
JUSTICE: 3 FOLLOWERS
SINCERITY: 3 FOLLOWERS
BEAUTY: 2 FOLLOWERS
DISORDER: 2 FOLLOWERS
PIETY: 2 FOLLOWERS
RUIN: 2 FOLLOWERS
FORTUNE: 0 FOLLOWERS

The god takes a breath to center themself as they begin to roll up the scroll. As Fortune pauses, Disorder takes the opportunity to speak once more.

"I'm sure you're not surprised to hear that you can find new locations available in the east and west wings. We both put a lot of thought into them, so I hope you can all show a bit of appreciation."

The shorter god cuts in at this point, not quite willing to be talked over. They shoot the taller god what might be a disgruntled look, but it's hard to tell with the mask blocking their expression.

"There are new rules now, so make sure you look over them. If there's anything you don't understand... just ask, okay?"

And then, like a bubble bursting, the hold keeping them there vanishes, and everyone is free to explore as they please. The statues belonging to those who perished last week vanish from the courtyard. As everyone turns away from the pair of gods, Disorder clears her throat one more time.

"Oh, and if anyone's seen a stolen purple bra, I'd like it back, please."

OOC NOTES

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DEATH ANNOUNCEMENT

[divus]

A VISION

As the participants sleep on Thursday evening, they dream...

Four figures stand in line, shrouded in shadow. They move forward, one after another, waiting their turns, as the line moves along. They watch. They wait.

Finally, three of them board the car to the roller coaster, all in a row. A young woman with long dark hair first, and then a young girl wearing a mask, and then an older bearded man. The fourth, a man wearing glasses, stays behind, watching as they go.

The coaster creeps up, and up, and up. And then it crests over the first hill, rushing wildly along the tracks. As they make a turn, the young woman in the first seat slumps over. At the next turn, the girl's mask shatters, and she drops like a stone. A third turn, and the man collapses in his seat, his head lolling to one side.

As the car pulls back into the loading dock with a loud screeching of brakes, the man who had stayed behind crumples to the ground in a heap, like a puppet with cut strings.

Abruptly, everyone wakes, they are all acutely aware of the same thing: Blackfire, Fortune, Hector Ramos, and Julius Kresnik are dead.

✒ ☠ ∞ ✒
Welcome to your third death announcement! Just as it was the week before, there will be no investigation; in fact, all of the rooms in the temple are in pristine condition... no matter where you look, you will find no evidence of any sort of foul play, as if nothing at all occurred. The only notable difference in the temple from before and after curfew is the courtyard. Four coffins with frosted glass covers rests in the center; it is possible to vaguely make out the forms of the fallen, but not possible to see clearly enough to examine any of the bodies.

Once again, this will be a task for you to undertake at tomorrow's trial.

TALK TO DISORDER

[divus]

[selfimmolates]

We are really not getting any better at this.

[in_a_bottle]

We have to solve that? That wasn't even possible!

[menially]

You really aren't immortal, then. [It's said as he glances towards Fortune's coffin.]

Was it because she lost support? Or is that not something you can say?

[haw]

Yer week sure lived up to yer name.

[chromatized]

... Will Fortune be revived after the game too?

[odasaku]

Things just can't get any easier, can they.

[ oda sighs ]

Did you know that this would happen to Fortune?

[usogi]

[ . . . . when senri comes by, he's bundled up and looking exhausted. he's late again. he'll probably be late every week.]

.... is the only way to protect you all - to make sure that there's someone on your team?

[psynergy]

I don't suppose it's possible for someone to change their alignment to a god who's deceased? [He just wants to know. Because Alex.]

[bakaomi]

[ when taka reaches the courtyard, he's obviously out of breath, like he ran there. he just walks specifically up to fortune's coffin and stares at it for a moment

before turning around and leaving as quickly as he came. it's fine. ]

[artificialhighness]

[Walks in holding Rollo, who has what looks like a rough approximation of a fidget spinner in his mouth for some reason??





Walks out.]

can't believe i have to do this in this game smh

[hymned]

[ so yeah, guess who wasn't with the Kresniks last night? in any case, after Luna strolls up holding him and then, uh, leaves, just as fast-

turns out a certain cat's squirmed his way out of her hands and wandered on up to the coffins. one of those looks familiar.

... hm. ]

[whirlingmace]

[ Plopping on the floor next to the kitty to offer him a pat. ]

[terca]

[ Estelle rears up, eyes too wide, expression ajar like a page torn from a book - ]

Rollo?

[artificialhighness]

[Eventually, she'll return to one of the entryways to the courtyard, though she stays there and doesn't approach the bodies. Merely watches the cat at the coffins with an unreadable expression. She's also holding the pseudo-fidget spinner. It's blue and shiny and gently used.]

You shouldn't look at death either, little one.

It won't do you any good.

[chromatized]

[ ......... ludger will eventually wander over to Julius's-

to Julius. ]

... Hey, big guy. [ his voice is cracking. ]

rollo is important

[symphonise]

[ Nonon will come round eventually to see Rollo.

She kneels by his side and holds out her hand. ]

[haw]

[ glancing over at julius's coffin... his face is a little pale, a little red, but otherwise, he looks normal? ]

Before anyone says anythin', we didn't even get as far as settin' up a time to fight, so don't look at me.

[whirlingmace]

[ She approaches Fortune's coffin and puts a hand on the glass. ]

Maybe, if we get a next we can play tag again.

[covenantal]

[ Yu trots up a little late, apparently not having been close by. Hector's coffin gets a short bow of apology, as does Blackfire's...

... but it's Julius and Fortune he lingers in front of, his expression blank. ]

What was it all for?

[ hm. anyway. bye ]

[psynergy]

[Alex is remaining aloof as he usually does at this point, but this week he actually approaches one of the coffins. Fortune's, to be precise.] Hmm, what a shame, Sheba...

[odasaku]

[ oda hovers around julius' coffin for a little bit.

for a moment, he's about to touch the coffin, but pulls his hand away and back into his coat pocket. ]

I don't know if I'll be able to do what I promised.

[tinkerberry]

Oh...

[ rachel just looks between the bodies, covering her mouth. ]

Oh...

[chromatized]

[ ludger stops to rest a hand on fortune's coffin, but after a moment, moves on... to......

............. slowly, ludger sinks down to the ground next to julius, resting his head on the side of the casket. is this better or worse than it would have been? he can't say - all that matters is that his brother is dead. ]