plasmatio | MINGLE LOG

DRESSED TO IMPRESS

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. Indulgence and Love are waiting for them, as all the gods have, on the steps at the entrance to the altar room; they wait for the participants to gather before Indulgence speaks.

"You know, everyone calls me a diva, but look at this. Look at you all!" He points at Guy, surrounded by a flock of guards, and snorts. "Really, where was he gonna go, the clouds?"

Shaking his head, Indulgence sighs and taps his foot. His hands fall to his waist. "So, the moment you've all been waiting for, or dreading: divine retribution. Guy Cecil, you were caught by your peers for the murder of another God's follower. And everyone knows what that means by now. The Big Zap. And everyone knows the spiel about how nobody vouched for a murderer, either, so I'll skip it."

But nothing happens. He pauses. "Except, someone did vouch for you. Funny how these things turn out, don't you think?" The familiar lightning bolt slams downward from the sky, leaving nothing but a shifting pile of dust where someone once stood. But Guy is untouched in the space he stands surrounding by guards. It's all over so fast, it may not be immediately apparent to even those standing nearby who was so abruptly removed...but an easy skim of the crowd reveals what happened. Estellise Sidos Heurassein is gone.

Love stares at the place Estellise once stood, giving a short moment's pause for the loss of the girl before she folds her hands behind her back. "So...at the beginning of the week, I gave you guys a rule. I didn't put a time limit on it like some of our past rules to give you as much time as possible, but it looks like some of you still didn't obey it. I'm really sorry, but this has to be done."

For those who did not share a secret or little known fact with a god last week, they will suddenly find such a fact or secret branded on their body somewhere.

"...it'll go away after a day." Love shrugs before she looks back at the altar room. "Thank you guys for giving us a chance to host. The others will be here soon."

With that, Love and Indulgence depart.

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 sixth week has, at once, begun. Two tall figures emerge from the altar room, striding confidently out to the group. By now, most of the participants who remain should be able to identify them on sight as Beauty and Sincerity.

Sincerity waves cheerfully to all of them before taking hold of a scroll he had tucked under his arm.

"Hey, everyone! That was... a lot, but I've gotta announce this real quick, so let's try and take a raincheck on the freaking out for now, yeah?"

When the scroll is completely unfurled, he begins to read the follower counts aloud. As the words are read, the text etched into the polished white stone columns that line the courtyard rewrites itself to accurately display the following:

CUNNING: 3 FOLLOWERS
JUSTICE: 3 FOLLOWERS
LOVE: 3 FOLLOWERS
MERRIMENT: 3 FOLLOWERS
AMBITION: 2 FOLLOWERS
DISORDER: 2 FOLLOWERS
INDULGENCE: 2 FOLLOWERS
SINCERITY: 2 FOLLOWERS
BEAUTY: 1 FOLLOWER
PIETY: 1 FOLLOWER

He rolls the scroll back up once he's finished, and then with a flourish, gestures to Beauty to continue.

Beauty, meanwhile, had been leaning over to read the scroll over Sincerity's shoulder but once that's finished he claps his hands to gather everyone's attention.

"As you may know, with a new week comes new locations and new rules from the both of us. We hope these wings are to your liking." He pauses, holding up a finger as if to say 'but wait, that's not all!' "In addition, come Wednesday Sincerity and myself will be hosting an event for all. We highly encourage you to find something nice to wear."

With that said, Beauty gives a gracious, sweeping bow. "We look forward to your company this week."

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.

OOC NOTES

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... But at least I can play hot cross buns on the recorder!

[ optimism!!! ]

Should I clap?

Please do.

[ she's joking ]

[ guitar noises ]

[ off key recorder noises ]

[ louder guitar noises to drown out bad recorder ]

[ fair. she stops pretty quick and just. sits down in a chair in the room to listen to Takaomi's playing ]

[ taka: 1
madoka: 0 ]

[ whatever, at least sitting in the same room isn't... as awkward as it could be. and there's a nice view out the window and everything!! ]

[ yea it's fine?

and there's nice music. so. ]

[ it looks less awkward at a glance than it really is, so that's a win. ]

[ eventually he

finishes the song

... ]

[ she looks up curiously to see if he'll play another, but even if not

honestly last week was such A Thing that she's pretty okay with just decompressing by sitting around staring into space. ]