Week 4

[pleasureislanders]

[Well that was a fun trial, wasn't it? An innocent man got brutally killed by everyone, and while you found out more about the person responsible of all this all it really amounts to is "The Genie is insistent that you don't want to meet him".

And yet you took this warning from a powerful being to go "yeah we can take them!". Y'all oughta be ashamed of yourselves.

On the bright side though, when you wake up you will find out that more of the island has opened up! It's not much but at least you can wash your clothes.

... There is a nonzero chance that the Genie quickly built that as an apology for all that blood. Whoops.]

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WEDNESDAY

[pleasureislanders]

[bottlerockets]

[So Chicken Little is... surprisingly doing well? Or rather, he doesn't seem to be having some kind of existential panic at the moment despite there now being voices only he can hear, but he does look very tired, like he hasn't slept very well since the motive happened.

Still, he can be seen at least... trying to go about his day, starting with the routine he now has of visiting the walrus pit every morning to check on the poor animals in there and toss lettuce or... whatever other food they suddenly start babbling on about in there. He also visits the weird mask and... gets buried in 101 dalmation plushies like Sugarplum did and has to dig himself out of the pile, though you may also catch him attempting to carry all of these plushies to his room once he's been freed, making several trips...

Eventually the voice of his disapproving father gets a little too loud to ignore, so you can catch him at the theater subjecting himself to all of the terrible movies there in an attempt to drown out that voice with something louder, before cautiously walking over to the fireworks factory and... seriously contemplating setting some off to see if maybe if he gets lucky, he'll rupture his eardrums and be unable to hear for a little while.]

Theater

[redloxy]

[Foxy's finally found some normal clothes in her drawers, and almost looks like she's completely back to her old self. Even if that's making the voices louder...]

Is this helping?

[bottlerockets]

Kind of? I mean... they're not very good, but they're distracting.

[The movies, he means. Though this could also apply to the voice too.]

How, um... how are you feeling?

[She does certainly look like the Foxy he remembered before now, he's noticed.]

[redloxy]

...better, kind of? My memories are still really blurry, but this feels more...right? Even if it makes the voices meaner. [She moves to slump one seat down from him.] Do you know how to adjust the sound?

[bottlerockets]

[He doesn't know what kind of voice Foxy is hearing, though for a moment he hears his dad asking him what he's going to do if Foxy goes back to being mean to him once she gets all her memories back. Chicken Little, for now, chooses to ignore it rather than thinking about it.]

Uh... I'm not sure? Maybe we could ask the Genie to turn it up louder for us?

[redloxy]

[Funnily enough, some of the voices are also suggesting to her that even if he says he liked her old self better, he might change his mind once they get home!]

Yeah...it sounds like the kind of little thing he could do. [She turns back to the screen which is showing Artemis Fowl right now.] This one doesn't look that bad. [Guess who's never read the original books?]

Meeting

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Once again, Cassandra rises in the morning to get to work, hanging several familiar signs around the club that will hopefully direct everyone towards the lounge. Where the couches and chairs have been rearranged to face one another.

Once again, Cassandra sits and waits for others to arrive. Looking... not as poor off as she perhaps should, what with such an intrusive motive plaguing their lives. She's even smiling.

It's probably fine.]

Thanks for showing up. It's been rough so far; this new motive is getting to everyone, and we're not any closer to getting off this island than the last meeting we had. [She pauses, smile disappearing.] Not to mention, we've lost some people who didn't deserve to die.

[She sighs and sits up, back straight.]

I don't need to remind everyone to not kill someone, so let's focus on trying to escaping instead. Come on, people, let's hear some ideas.

[And once the meeting has adjourned, Cassandra has ventured down to the beach for some training... with swords. She's got one in her hands now that she's practicing stances with, and several others with their blades stabbed into the sand.]

[bottlerockets]

[Ah yes, lets go to the meeting to distract us from the voice of dad telling us that we're not doing enough to make up for our mistakes around here--]

Maybe... we could use the fireworks, or start a fire of some kind in general to see if we can signal anyone out there that will see it?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Yes, let's all distract ourselves from the nagging, disembodied voices of our parents.]

It would have to be a lot of fireworks... but maybe the smoke could attract some more attention.

[bottlerockets]

Yeah! Like... I mean, I haven't seen any planes or anything like that yet, but that doesn't mean it's not possible that one might pass by overhead at some point? Or maybe someone will see it from another island or something?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[If we can just pause for a minute.]

"Plane"... Like, a hot air balloon? I guess we'd be lucky if one of those flew overhead.

[diebartdie]

We are on a magical island controlled by a magical blue man. I don’t think the chances of a plane passing are high.

[bottlerockets]

[A pause.]

... I guess you might have a point there.

[But does it really hurt to hope that maybe they missed that possibility happening here...]

[diebartdie]

Right.

Now my suggestion, once again, is that we disable the Genie.

[primafacie]

Tadashi and I had thought to build a boat.

[You know how her cheerfulness is always kinda faked? Right now it's downright forced.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Ahaha, we are all worried about Sugerplum.]

If we can put one together, Raps and I could sail it?

[primafacie]

[It's fine. She's fine.]

We also thought that perhaps we could cut down a tree? To build the boat, that is.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[They're all fine. Some are finer than others.]

That won't be hard, I've cut down trees before. We'll have to find an axe, or maybe one of the swords in here can work.

Beach

[tadaishi]

[Tadashi doesn't have much in the way of sword training (read: none actually), but he's going to grab one anyway to mess around with as a distraction. He looks more tired than anything today but seems to be making an attempt to be at least a bit cheerful.]

Nice form.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Thanks, my dad taught me, mostly.

[When it came to blades, she had a combination of knowledge from growing up around the guards, and self-taught training in secret.]

You ever sword fight?

[tadaishi]

No, but I've watched a few samurai movies.

[But a katana is not a hanger sword, despite both of them being pointy.]

Want to teach me? I bet we could both use the distraction.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Right.

[A katana is a lot different from the European swords of Corona. Cass has actually never held one before, but there's always time.]

Teach you? [Hm.] Well, sure. Better that we all know how to defend ourselves. But it's not going to be like any of your stories.

swords swords swords

[bornforit]

[Leia has been spending more and more time on the beach; the roaring of the ocean dulls her stress a little bit, and especially now that she has her father saying she'd failed her people and her mother saying she's ashamed of her and Han telling her she's weak and silly—

Let's just say, she's grateful for that dull roar right about now.

She's dressed in a pair of jeans with Jessica emblazoned across the butt in red rhinestones and a plain white t-shirt that she scrounged up somewhere, her hair braided in serpentine loops across her head. As she trudges across the sand, she smiles a little to herself at the sight of Cass practicing with an archaic-looking weapon.]

Hope I'm not interrupting.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The ocean waves were good for that much, plus the melodic crashing over and over made for a good beat to swing her blade to. It's little wonder why anyone else would be down here.]

Not at all.

[She was planning to take a break. Eventually. Her body was a temple, that required constant working on, and the last few weeks had left her rusty!

There's no way she could judge Leia's attire. Cass wasn't much better; wearing a tank top with Jessica's face across the front, and some plain shorts to go with it. Summer weather on an island really wasn't anything like summers in Corona. Much hotter. Uncomfortable.]

I thought I'd practice my sword hand. Haven't had to swing at anything in a month or so.